A Night With The King

Sophie knew she had to stop him, he had her backed against a wall and was kissing her hard, even though her brain wanted her to push him away, her heart and her body wanted a different thing; she couldn’t stop him because she wanted him, wanted his kiss. She wanted it enough to turn her back on all that could happen if they ended up in bed together again, she was already in trouble whether she kissed him or not; that was what she told herself as she leaned further into the kiss and gave into it with a greedy fervor, her mouth opening hungrily beneath his. Sophie felt light-headed with the way the king was kissing her and barely giving her time to breathe, she was on her tippy-toes trying to match his energy. He must have noticed her struggling because he lifted her into his arms and sat on the couch with her in his arms without breaking their kiss. She held onto him, finally feeling comfortable enough to enjoy the kiss even more; she could hear the small moan of pleasure he made as the kiss deepened. He crushed his lips against herself and a fierce heat began to flood through her body, from breast to belly and beyond. He flipped her around so that she was lying on the couch and his mouth found her again without even pausing, it was as if he couldn’t get enough of her just like she was for him. He only paused for a second for breath before devouring her mouth again, the beeping of his phone broke them apart and he looked like he didn’t want to answer whoever was calling but after a few more rings, he gave in and let her go, she shifted away from him and tried to catch her breath and make sense of what just happened, one minute the princess was in the room and then she was crying and the princess apologized and left; before she knew it, she was having a full make-out session with the king; she couldn’t lie, she forgot who he was when he kissed her. She watched him take his call and knew he was leaving after the call ended. He turned to her and she shyly looked away; how could he look at her with so much desire, she never thought she would see him looking at her like that while he was sober. He finally finished his call and she waited for him to stand up and leave but he just sat there and before she knew it, he closed the distance between them and reached out for her, his hands cradling her face.

“I have to go,”

He whispered and she wordlessly nodded. He leaned in and kissed her deeply.

“Don’t think we are done just yet, I have to go now but I will be back and we will continue right where we left off,”

He whispered while still holding her face, Sophie still breathless from the mind-blowing kiss they just shared couldn’t say a word.

“I can’t believe I have been holding back, how did I do that?”

The king questioned, still caressing her lower lips, he tilted her head slightly and kissed her again, drowning her in the ocean of pleasure that only his mouth could give her. She held onto him and kissed him right back.

“I so want to stay but I have to go, fuck, Sophie, what did you do to me?”

He asked before he kissed her again, she could say the same for him, he did things to her too, and he was making her lose her mind; she still couldn’t believe that he was kissing her even though he was sober and also talking about wanting to stay with her, kissing her and refusing to let go, maybe she was dreaming. Instead of ending the kiss like he wanted to, he kissed her again, this time, the kiss was more intense and even deeper, she knew it was going to a whole different level and at this rate, they might end up in bed together but she didn’t do anything to stop him, in fact, she didn’t want him to stop, she encouraged him to carry on and she was there with him.

Frantically, her fingers slithered over to his chest and began to knead at the silken skin, feeling the mad hammer of his heart against her palm, his heart breast was in sync with hers. She moaned into his mouth and his hands skimmed down from the base of her throat to her breast, slipping his fingers into the shirt she was wearing and capturing her sensitive and aching mound like the skilled lover that he was. She felt him stroke one of her sensitive nipples between finger and thumb until she gasped aloud, moaning into his moan. He broke the kiss and lifted her shirt, she raised her hands and her shirt was off, she sat there while his eyes took in her breast that were without a bra. She normally had great boobs but being pregnant added to it and now they were full and round. She watched him take in her boobs and could almost see him drooling; she felt powerful knowing that her body was making him react the way he was doing.

“Wow, how did you hide those, how have I not sucked on those,”

He muttered. She wanted to tell him he has done it before; that he has sucked her boobs before but then she knew that he would not believe her.

“Wow,”

He whispered again as he leaned in and captured one aching nipple in his mouth. She arched and let out a moan as the heat of his mouth surrounded one of her boobs and his hand found its way to the other. His tongue. He let out a moan as his tongue slicked against the sensitive bud and she gasped out his name. She wanted more, wanted his mouth everywhere on her body. He gave the same attention to her other boob, her hands went to his hair, she wanted to push him away because everything was overwhelming but she held him close and moaned loudly when his teeth slightly bite her nipples.

“Oh, hell, these, I want you so much,”

He let out as his mouth continued to feast on her boobs, his hands moved down towards her legs and she spread her legs. She held her breath as his warm palm navigated its way down her belly, tiptoeing tantalizingly to the fuzz of hair that lay beyond. Still, she held her breath as he stroked at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and then gasped as his fingertips seared over her moist heat.

“Aha,”

She moaned.

“You are so wet,”

He said in response as he stopped sucking at her boobs for a moment, looked into her eyes as if he was making sure she could see how much he wanted her, and then he kissed her again with his fingers still between her legs, she whimpered into his mouth and wriggled as his fingers did things between her legs; still, she wanted more and at that point, she was sure she would get more. The buzzing of his phone broke the moment, she moaned the loss of his mouth and fingers on her as he stood up and straightened.

“I have to go, I have a meeting that I can’t miss, I will see you later tonight,”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

He said and paused instead of just walking away. She could tell that he wanted to stay.

“Say something, Sophie,”

She realized he was waiting for her to speak; if only he knew he made her speechless with how he was looking at her and how he touched her.

“I will see you when you get back,”

She managed to say.

“Good girl,”

He said and leaned in to kiss her again, his hands grabbing both of her boobs and squeezing hard on them.

“I am coming back for those babies,”

He let out, picked up his phone, and this time, he did leave.

“What the fuck?”

Sophie let out when she was all alone. Her hand reached out and touched her breast which was sore from his sucking and teasing and her other hand found their way to the spot his fingers had been playing with when they were interrupted. She let out a frustrated sigh as she removed her hands from her boobs and thighs. She didn’t want to please herself, she wanted him to be the one to bring her those pleasures, she let out another frustrated sigh and grabbed the shirt where he had dumped it after taking it off her. She tossed the shirt on.

“You are in trouble girl,”

She let out as she walked out of the living room, she needed a cold shower to reduce the heat in her. She couldn’t deny she wanted him to come back so that he could finish what he started but she knew he had important things to attend to.