Page 25 of Kaya's King
Chelsea must overhear us because she loudly says, “Noah and I are going to get ready for our afternoon lessons. Y’all go ahead and go.”
Reaching out, he takes me by the hand, we walk outside to a pathway that eventually leads to each house on the property owned by the club. There’s a main driveway, of course, but the walking paths meander through various gardens where there are sitting benches. I can easily picture students who used to live here hiding away to study or even get lost in a good book. He pulls me toward a gorgeous gazebo that the prospects have repaired, and we sit the way we’ve grown accustomed to, with me cuddled in his arms.
I can feel him watching me as I try to figure out where I want to start, then I opt to just rip the proverbial bandage off and blab out, “Why haven’t we had sex yet? Do you not want to be with me in that way?”
The shocked expression on his face is almost comical, except for me, in my present state of mind, I can’t find it in me to so much as release a giggle. “Honestly? I was waiting on you, Kaya. Remember, I told you we’d do things at your pace. I know you’ve felt how hard I am against you at night, I’m solid as a fucking rock. What would make you think Idon’twant to? Tell me what’s going on in your head, babe, so I can try to understand, okay?”
“This is all on me, Specks,” I quietly admit. “I know we’ve talked about mine and Foster’s relationship quite a bit, except for that part. You have to understand, though, even if I thought I was broken, I was committed to him, to us. If he hadn’t died, I would’ve stayed faithful, even though that part of our life wasn’t all that good.”
A look of dawning understanding crosses his face before he states, “You were each other’s firsts, right?” At my nod, he continues, “So, you never experimented before that?”
That time a giggle does erupt as I think about the fumbling mass of limbs from the two of us as we attempted to map out how sex would be between us. We only jumped into the fray because we were feeling peer pressured by the fact so many of his friends were ‘doing it’ at the time. “We tried, but even though I loved him, looking back, I can see it was as a friend. Mybestfriend, but still, I never had those fluttery sensations when we’d kiss or touch. Not like I have with you, handsome.” Taking a deep breath, I give him my most embarrassing secret of all. “Specks, I had to uselubewhenever I thought Foster would want to have sex,” I whisper-yell, my face beet red as guilt rushes through me. I know there are women who have to use it because their bodies don’t produce estrogen anymore, but I was young and everything worked, so for me, I thought something was physically wrong with me.
Gentle fingers tilt my chin upward so I’m looking directly at him. “Sweetheart, one of the reasons I told you we’d go at your pace was I suspected you had a limited amount of experience.” When I go to say something in rebuttal, his thumb lightly covers my lips, silencing me, while he shakes his head in the negative. “Any time you’ve talked about Foster, I got the sense he might have been your husband, and a dear friend, the trust between partners was there but you were more like friends with benefits than actual lovers. I’ve been giving you the time to see that the two of us are more than that, babe. I can tell from the way you respond to me when we’re kissing, we’re not going to have any problems igniting the flame between us whatsoever. You’re not going to need to use lube because I can feel how wet you are when you’re grinding against me, your pajama bottoms are generally soaked. If you’re telling me you’re ready for us to go further, trust me, I’m totally onboard but don’t make that decision because you’re worried about me, understand? BecauseI’ll wait as long as we have to until you’re ready. I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”
By now, tears are slowly leaking out of my eyes as I absorb what he’s declared to me. “But I want to, Specks,” I finally whisper. “I want to be yours in every way possible.”
Instead of answering, he cups my face in his hand and kisses me. Passion flares between us and I can feel my nipples pebbling as the fluttering in my stomach increases. Goosebumps rise and pebble on my arms as I can feel myself getting wet. “Specks,” I moan out his name. This sensation is something I’ve only ever read about, and it feels like I’m on the precipice of something huge, monumental even.
“Since Noah’s busy with school right now and I’m all caught up for the time being, think we need to take this inside, sweetheart,” he tells me. “Because even though we’re isolated, there’s no fucking way I’m taking a chance of anyone but me seeing your delectable naked body, or hear your screams and right now, I can’t remember where all the fucking security cameras are at.”
I can’t help myself; I giggle because he sounded almost growly. His grin is wicked as he runs his eyes up and down my body with a salacious gleam. “Then let’s blow this popsicle stand,” I hum, saying what my boy states every time we go somewhere.
He helps me up and if we hustle a bit faster going back to the clubhouse than we did when we started out, who’s gonna know?
Specks
We bypass the kitchen where everyone who’s not at work or out seems to be congregating, and head to our suite like our heels are on fire. I chuckle when I see the note her granny left on the doorwhich states Noah will be spending the night in her room and she’s left dinner in the refrigerator for us to heat up later. Works for me since I have no intention of letting her out of my sight for very long.
Once we’re behind closed doors, I scoop her up and carry her bridal style into our bedroom. I’ve just about got everything moved in from my suite finally, and while I know we’re here temporarily until Noah’s able to move around again, it feels like home.
Something I haven’t had in a very long time, even though I’m part of a family who I know will always have my back. Setting her on her feet at the end of the bed, I can see a faint blush covering her cheeks. Whether it’s from anticipation or fear, my ultimate goal is to see it deepen when she’s in the throes of ecstasy. “You good?” I ask watching her kick off her flip-flops. It might be later in the year, but for the most part, we’re able to wear shorts and shit until late winter.
She nods before reaching for the bottom of her T-shirt. Shaking my head to stop her, wanting to uncover what she’s been hiding myself, I reach out and slowly, ever so slowly, pull it over her head, leaving her in shorts and the laciest fucking bra I’ve ever seen in my life. Her flush deepens as my gaze washes over her physique before I reach out and run the tip of my index finger across the soft globes of her breasts. “Fucking beautiful,” I murmur, sliding the straps down her arms before reaching behind her to undo the clasp. I can’t help the moan that slips out seeing her dusky pink nipples erect and decide I need a taste of her skin’s flavor on my tongue. Lowering my head, I encase one nipple in my mouth then proceed to lick, suck, and caress it before switching to the other side and giving it the same attention, her soft mewling cries of pleasure spurring me on.
“Specks, I’m going to fall,” she mentions, and I notice her legs are trembling, vibrating throughout her frame. Despite the warm weather, she’s wearing jeans, probably because she’s self-conscious of her leg since it’s scarred. I noticed that when she was in the pool, she was good but as soon as she got out, she pulled on a pair of sweatpants to cover up. I hope at some point she grows comfortable enough with us to wear shorts; after all, Hayley has a prosthetic leg and has to remove it when she’s in the pool.
“Not gonna happen, babe,” I lightly chide, quickly unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them and her panties down her legs at the same time. Seeing her standing there, buck naked, her arousal obvious as it’s coating the inside of her thighs has me hiding a smile. Since I’m in the perfect position, I lean in and swipe my tongue through her folds, licking her essence from her flesh, causing her to squeal as she tries to push my head away. However, the small taste already has me addicted, so I guide her to the edge then nudge her, so she understands I want her to lie back. Once she’s where I want her, I completely kneel down from my earlier crouch and spread her thighs wide with my arms to allow for the width of my shoulders to fit while I devour her succulent, spicy flavor. “Fucking perfection,” I murmur, glancing up at her.
“I um, I’ve never done this before,” she manages to whimper before squeezing her eyes closed. I can tell from her deepened blush she’s embarrassed to be opened like this to my gaze; she just has to realize that where she’s concerned, she’s absofuckinlutely perfect in my eyes.
“I think you’re gonna enjoy it immensely, babe,” I promise before snaking my tongue across her clit which is already distended and pulsating. I can’t wait to slide my cock into herwarm, tight sheath, but first, I’m going to show my old lady whatthisas she called it is all about.
I lose track of time as I kiss, suck, and lick her pussy, her flavor bursting on my tongue as her arousal increases, soaking my chin with her juices. When I add my index finger and slowly begin thrusting it across her G-spot, she nearly levitates from her laid down position. Continuing my ministrations, I pick up speed, paying attention to her throbbing clit as I insert a second finger. She’s tight as fuck and I don’t want to hurt her, so this is as much for her as it is for me.
“Specks,” she mewls, her hips now gyrating in time to my digits moving in and out of her as my tongue worships her from bottom to top. I don’t stop, can’t stop as her back arches off the bed and she keens out my name, her hands latched onto my scalp holding my head in place.
As she starts to come down, she tries to wiggle away. Recognizing she’s extremely sensitive at this point, I reluctantly swipe my tongue through her folds one last time before standing and sliding my jeans and boxers down my legs. Her eyes widen when she sees my cock jutting forward, precum steadily dripping from the tip. “Scoot up to the middle of the bed,” I manage to rasp out.
She quickly slides up, her glorious breasts heaving, and her skin coated in a fine sheen of sweat atop the canvas of a gorgeous hue of pinkened flesh. I’m so far gone at this point, I don’t think about birth control or anything else except feeling her quivering pussy wrapped around my cock. Hovering over her, I watch as I slowly push the crown into her waiting orifice. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I grunt out as I use shallow thrusts to work my way inside until I’m fully seated.
“God, I feel so full,” she reveals, her eyes full of wonder. Gazing up at me, she reaches up to pull my head down then kisses me as she arches her hips up and swivels her hips in a semi-circle.
“Not sure how long I’ll last this first time,” I warn. “You’re tight as fuck and my balls are wanting to erupt and fill you up.”
“Specks, this has already been so much more than I ever dreamed of,” she murmurs. “Now, as all of the books I’ve ever read say, less talking, more moving.”
“As my queen commands,” I tease before I start a punishing rhythm.