The awkwardness that I had when I was first with Reid was diminished, having grown more comfortable in my skin. Feeling Kingston’s eyes on me didn’t make me self-conscious. Instead, the sensation urged me onward, so I made quick work of his belt and jeans. A pair of dark boxers sat low on his hips, but the bulge tenting the fabric was what caught my eye. Hooking my fingers around the elastic of his underwear, I pulled those and his pants off, keeping my gaze on his length. Once he was free, another pulse of excitement filled me.
Right before I was going to start, I saw Kingston open his mouth to say something, but I leaned forward and curled my hands around his silky skin before he could talk. I didn’t give myself a chance to hesitate, flicking my tongue against the underside of his shaft. The movement did exactly what I wanted, and instead of saying something, he moaned, encouraging me to continue.
He was a bit thicker than Reid, so when I took him into my mouth, I relaxed my jaw the best I could. Each bob of my head made Kingston moan or gasp, and when I had taken him in as far as I could manage, he flopped back against the bed. He gripped the comforter tightly in his grasp, the muscles in his abs tensing.
“Fuck, Babydoll, you have to stop,” he murmured, his tone soft and almost pained. I stopped, looking at him with a furrowed brow, worried I’d hurt him somehow. Seeing my expression, he shook his head, sitting up and helping me up off the floor. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just don’t want to come that way, and I was definitely getting close.”
“Really?” I whispered, pride and pleasure filling me at him admitting that. Nodding, he closed the distance between us. Our kisses were intense, my body thrumming with pent up need as Kingston sat me in his lap. The feeling of his hard length pressing into my naked thigh sent a shiver through me, electrifying the desire pulsing through me.
“My turn,” he told me, his lips brushing against mine with each word. Standing quickly, Kingston picked me up, maneuvering us so I was lying back against the bed. It surprised me, my heart rattling faster in my chest.
“I just… uh… if there’s anything I’m doing that you don’t like or… something you want… just tell me, okay?” He stumbled through the question, his cheeks tinting pink. “I haven’t done this before so… yeah.”
“I would love to be your first time or whenever you want to practice,” I reassured, hoping to ease his nerves. With a smile and one final nod, Kingston shifted down my body. The thread of excitement that had wound through me increased, growing until I felt I was almost buzzing with it. The sight of him between my thighs sent a surge of wetness to my core, and I relished the thought that I’d made him feel that same way only minutes ago. Each kiss pressed to my inner thigh, each brush of his facial hair against the sensitive skin, it all built until I knew I was trembling.
Kingston might have never done this before, but he seemed to have a knack for it as he worked his way inward. My body felt as if it was floating yet drowning at the same time when he reached my core. His fingers slid on the edge of my panties, slipping under the lacy fabric to the slick skin underneath.
Holy shit.
Everything seemed to stop when he finally pushed the fabric out of the way and his tongue came out. My breath hitched, a gasp filled my ears, and I nearly melted right there on his bedding. It felt amazing, the wet heat of his tongue and lips against the coarse beard, the contrast sending me barreling toward the edge faster than I thought possible.
As he focused on my sensitive clit and nipping gently, a finger slipped in and pumped. I burned and ached with each stroke. The feeling as if I was going to explode continued to build, making me arch off the bed as I moaned. My release was so close, and with a few more plunges of his fingers, I came hard and fast. Stars burst in front of my eyes, my body tensing as I was wracked with waves of shivers.
“Mm, yeah, I think I will definitely take you up on the offer of practice,” King said softly, a breathy chuckle filling my ear as he shifted my now slick panties down my legs before crawling up until he was above me once more.
“Good,” I murmured, the aftershocks of my release finally subsiding. “Because you are... fantastic,” I finished lamely.
Really, Emma? Fantastic? That’s the word you chose?
“I’m glad I can make you feel good, but I do believe there’s something else I want to try. If you're up for it, of course.” As he talked, he rocked his hips forward. With his positioning, he rolled over my clit, making me groan as a bolt of lightning shot through me.
“God, yes please,” I begged, my words breathless with need to my own ears.
Kingston didn’t need any more of an invitation, leaning over to his end table and pulling out a gold foil packet. He ripped the packet open, but before he could pull it out and put it on, I did it for him, enjoying the surprise on his face. Once it was rolled down his erection, he tossed the wrapper away.
Tingles raced through me, my breathing shallow as King used his legs to widen mine. It took a couple tries to get him lined up, but when he finally did, the bulbous head of his dick started to stretch me. With each rock forward, he went deeper, my eyes rolling back as my mouth fell open. It felt better than I could put into words, better than I remembered now that I didn’t have to worry about any pain. As Kingston pushed in gently, there was nothing but heat and the pulse of my core around him.
“You feel so good,” I whispered, holding tightly to his shoulders as he finally bottomed out. We were both panting, almost breathless despite having just started.
“Yeah?” he asked, holding steady from where he was fully inside me. “I have to say you feel even better than I imagined.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but I was cut off by a wave of pleasure as he pulled out slightly before immediately returning. His moves were tentative, testing different thrusts and paces, but after a little while, he became more confident.
Knowing we were alone gave me a free pass not to worry about being quiet, that freedom only adding to the engulfing fire being stoked with each pump of his length. Our pace was slow as we enjoyed being entangled in each other’s embrace. Kissing me, Kingston sucked my lower lip into his mouth before nipping sharply. The sting melted away, leaving me wanting more.
Not wanting to break the mood that surrounded us by talking, I wrapped my legs around his trim hips. I wound my fingers into his hair, tugging gently as I nudged with my legs in a silent plea to go faster. A deep groan filled my ears as he followed my request, bracing his knees closer together and plunging in more forceful, faster movements.
“King…” I moaned, the pace bringing me to the edge of my release once more. At that moment, when I finally shattered, there was nothing around me but Kingston’s body moving with mine and the ripples of my orgasm as I drowned in that pool of pleasure. Capturing my lips in a searing kiss, his pace faltered, his hands coming to cup my face as he slowed.
Breathless and drowsy, we stayed curled together for a while until our breathing eased and our hearts slowed. A sense of calm and peace filled me as I lay in his arms, as if my worries had never truly existed, and while I knew they’d come flooding back in soon enough, I was determined to enjoy this feeling for as long as I could.
“So,” he started, half-lidded warm brown eyes looking down at me, his thumbs trailing over my temples in soothing strokes. “How was I for my first time?”