The Colorless King || Stephen James

8 ~ "You're Perfect at This."

"You're Perfect at This."
A R A B E L L A

"You're so beautiful." He whispers, taking the time to bend down and kiss each of my hipbones, and then my lips.

The kiss is passionate, full of something I'd dare to call love. While he is on top of me, I tug at his joggers, nibbling at his bottom lip.

He smirks against my lips before releasing them, and getting up. I bite my lip anxiously while he kicks off his joggers and then comes back.

He grabs the hem of my shirt, and I sit up so he can pull it over my head. I blush a little when I realize and remember that I don't have a bra of any kind under it.

His eyes darken more, and he tosses the freed shirt somewhere in his room, his eyes not leaving my body.

I reach up and take his cheek into my hand, pulling him forward as he finally looks into my eyes.

"You're fucking mine." He growls, putting his face into my neck and slithering his arms around my torso, pulling me flush against his skin.

I blush and try my best not to just jump his bones now. I have to be patient.

He pulls away and smirks at me while slowly pulling my underwear down to my ankles, and then tossing them on the ground somewhere.

He spreads my legs and licks his lips, before coming back up to kiss my neck. My breath gets caught up in my throat when I feel his warm fingertips graze my inner thigh, and then his whole hand.

He inches it closer to my heat, very slowly. What a tease. I whimper quietly under him, fidgeting, only for him to chuckle and move his hand to swiftly slap my ass, making me yelp.

"Patience." He demands, his voice a thousand times huskier and deeper.

He continues to run his hand up my thigh, and I can't help but let out a moan when he finally reaches my core.

He smirks and begins to leave hickies on my neck, while he rubs my sensitive area. I've never been touched this way, and it's absolutely extraordinary.

He growls a little when he moves his fingers to my opening, sliding one in and making me let out another whimper.

"Shh," he shushes, pumping it in and out of me, and I become a moaning mess.

I moan loudly and let him add another finger, which makes me let out a whine at the pain.

He moves his lips to mine and kisses them, moving to my jaw and then up to my ear. My body is rigid, erratic breathing is heard throughout the room and he smirks, moving a little faster with his fingers.

Another mewl leaks from my parted lips, my eyebrows furrowed lightly at the sharp pain, but I know I have to prepare for him.

"Sorry baby, it'll hurt less in the long run." He whispers in my ear, nibbling on my ear lobe. I moan and run my hands through his hair, gripping it.

The pain starts to fade away and pleasure pushes through, making me moan again, louder this time. One of my hands grips his hair and the other digs into his back, probably leaving marks.