My King ✔️

TwentyEight

I felt an overwhelming amount of love for the man who was now kissing me. I felt a surge of excitement as he rolled me over and pushed me to lay on my back. He truly made me so very happy that one almost thinks its not real.

But Jin is real.

Kim Seokjin, his majesty, is real.

And he loves me.

Slowly we moved together. One by one we took each piece of our clothing off, our hands skimming the skin of the other as we did. Once we were finally naked, Jin kissed downward from my neck all the way to my pelvic bone.

"I love you so much." He whispered against me.

"I love you, Jin."

His strong hands held my hips as he dipped his head between my legs. Slow strokes of his tongue against my womanhood had me trembling where I lay. He wrapped his lips around my clit sucking softy as his tongue swirled circles around at the same time.

It was heavenly.

He kept his rhythm steady, and I felt myself start to build, bucking my hips up eagerly to meet his mouth. His hand smoothly traveled up my thigh to push my hip down holding me in place, his tongue now flicking back and forth over the sensitive button.

My heavy breath came out in sharp exhales as I felt my heart start to pick up pace. I couldn't hold myself still, my body wiggling on the bed as he licked and sucked.

He was only using enough pressure to drive me a little crazy. Little sparks of bliss would travel through my entire body reaching the depths of my toes and fingertips.

He finally detached his mouth from me, kissing all around my inner thighs and up to my hip again until he leaned up.

As I looked at him, I saw the King he really was. He treated me like such a precious Queen to him, and I couldn't help but love him even more.

His member was heavy laying away form him, just high enough to hover above my womanhood.

"There are no cameras in here." He said. "This is our room and our right to privacy. I know there are going to be tough times in our future, but here, we aren't royalty. Here we are just us. Lovers."

I nodded, tears starting to brim in my eyes. I was not able to speak a response to him. His presence in this moment was so dominate, so sure.

Like he would never doubt me.

He took my hand in his, our fingers lacing together comfortably. He leaned down and kissed the side of my stomach, the moved his lips up my body. When he was nearly laying on top of me, he looked up and held eye contact with me.

"This will be our safe space."

He took my lips with his the same time he pushed his hips forward and his throbbing member met my core. The familiar stretch of him would never be something I'm used to.

I broke the kiss with a low moan when he started to move in and out of me in a smooth roll of his hips. I was so wet there was no resistance as he pushed and pulled. He kept the pace steady, his lips kissing on my neck and chest as the build up started to drive us broth crazy.

It felt so good to be with him here, in our new home.

I wanted to feel more of him. I know he was trying to be slow and romantic but with as much passion and fire that I had in me for him, I wanted him to own me.

"More." I managed to say, my head now thrown back.

He didn't need to be told twice. He steadied himself with his hands by my head before he started to snap his hips with each thrust. We both sang our pleasure in moans, his hips snapping harder and harder.