Page 56 of We Three Kings

I chuckle yet allow her to work. Respectful she slips each one through the slot in the fabric rather than ripping them off like I would. The bravado ends when she reaches my stomach. Willowy fingers grip the waistband, and she lifts her gaze to mine. A little encouragement is all she needs. “Go ahead. I’m yours too.”

The bashful grin I love graces her pink face, and she slowly pushes down the edge. “Feel me. See how hard you make me.”

Pressure from her hand on my cock starts light until she gives a slight squeeze. I moan in appreciation. My dick’s rebounded quickly, needing more from her. I take over, shoving off the remainder of my clothes.

We’re both completely naked. The utter perfection of it overwhelms me.

A man who is never overwhelmed.

A man who is never weak.

A man who is never needy.

Greedy, yes. All the time for money, power, control.

Needy, no.

Only for this angel.

Her hand reaches for me. I capture her slight wrist, holding her arm in the air while ensuring I don’t crush her bones so small and fine in my thick fingers. “Just let me look.”

My voice is hoarse, full of a desperation I fully feel and fully hate just as much. Goose bumps explode on her skin as I take her in.

She’s beautiful, transcending the definition of the word to a description I can’t explain adequately.

“Balthazar?”

My scrutiny scares her.

My silence.

My intensity.

All of them terrify her almost as much as they do me.

I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss the sleek palm. She smiles and squirms, grateful all is well again.

I press her forearm to the blanket and slide down her lithe body, smooth and supple. Almost as if she’s built expressly for my hands.

I cradle her hips like a basin and drink from her pussy with an insatiable thirst. Unable to quench the need with the addictive flavor of her wetness generated from my touch.

The scent of her simple soap and her own pure femininity fills my nose—her unique fragrance generated from my teeth and tongue and lips from her cunt to her clit. The taste and smell and feel are all mine.

Sheis all mine.

Growling into her quivering pink lips, I feast like a monster needing her to come as hard and completely and overpoweringly as I did. Her whimpers drive me deeper inside her, my tongue flat and wide as I slowly work to get my fill.

She chases me too, her pelvis rocking to welcome my plunge as far as I can go. Her fingernails dig into my scalp as she writhes, panting and trembling.

I hear my name, breathless and strangled and emotional. She cries out from me and for me.

Waves and waves of spasms hit her while she creams on my tongue and down my chin. I smile into the release. Not from my pleasure but from hers. My angel came on my face knowing on some level how much I love her.

I push up onto my elbow and palm my dick, forcing myself not to shove inside of her. Jacking a few times until her eyes blink open and her heady gaze drifts from my face to my cock in my hand.

When she licks her lips, I know I’m lost. I bring the head to her drenched pussy and trace the edges. “Only the tip tonight. I want to show you how good it’s going to feel. How incredible we’re going to be together.”

Her hips lift in response, and I have to be careful.