With a chance of Rain? ( New chapter)

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It had been raining long and hard that night. There was lightening and thunder. It rarely ever rained in Wakanda. It was always hot and sunny. A few times a year it would rain unless I deemed it so.

Tonight I had trouble staying asleep. T'challa wasn't suppose to be back until tomorrow night. I toss and turn in my silk slip. I read our messages on my kimoyo. We had been flirting all day and laugh and funny pictures. I missed him more than usual this go round. My legs feel restless as I sit up looking for my night stand water. I realize there is none. I request a glass be sent up to my room. The maid knocks on the door minutes later and I get up to grab it.

" The King requests your presence in the throne room your grace ", she says. I look at her in a puzzled fashion. I grab my silk robe and tip toe to the throne room. I hadn't expected him to be back so soon. I open one of the large golden doors and peek to see him already looking at me. He sat in his throne, arms spread out on either side of the large chair. The rain was hitting against the glass hard as thunder rumbled through the night. He seemed a bit troubled. I walked in and I could hear the lock of the door click behind me. I turn to look at them momentarily before slowly looking back at him. He inched a finger at me telling me to proceed.

I walk up the steps, the patter of my feet echo off the walls with each stride. His eyes don't leave me until I stand in front of him. I reach for his hand and he incased it with mine.

" What's wrong baby ?", I ask in a frown. He sighs at me with tired eyes. He pulls me forward to sit on his lap. I lightly trace the side of his beard with my finger.

" Long trip. Tiring trip. Intergalactic threats, bullshit and worry. The usual ", he lulls. I chuckle softly resting my head on his shoulder. He rubs the side of my body softly.

" You want to talk about it ? It seems like it's really bothering you ", I ask.

" I don't want to talk about work ", he hints slowly. I meet his eyes and they roll down my thin short night slip.

" We don't have to talk ", I hum softly, suggestively even. He chuckles and runs his hand down my soft leg before it lands around my foot. His hands press on the pad in the center. I could tell he was pressing a pressure point because I felt a tingle between my thighs that I hadn't before. He sees the realization in my face and chuckles knowingly. He continues to rub my foot . I hum in satisfaction from the warmth of his hand.

" Very....pretty feet you have ", he said. I had gotten a pedicure earlier that day and he chose the color. Periwinkle purple.

" Why thankyou. I don't suppose you want to taste those also ", I joke . He looks at me.

" Don't tempt me. I've tried everything else ", he smirks. My grin drops as I realize he's serious.

" I won't scare you away just yet. I'll give it another year or two. Though I have to say...there's not a single body part that I can't bring you to the climax with. I've hinted at this before sthandwa ", he pulls me closer kissing the tip of my ear. I squeeze my thighs together at the thought. He really would devour every part of my if he could. The thought alone made me feel flustered. He munipulated my body like he built it himself in a lab. I suppose I couldn't be surprised. This was a man who studied many things for many years. He was an honorary physicist. Of course he studied the human body. 

Sthandwa- my love

" Prove it ", I dare.

The foot he was holding was met with pressure in the center of it once more. He presses firmly and pulls my breast out of the top, exposing my nipples. He then starts to lightly lick and suck my nipple. My head falls back before it snaps forward from no support. A wave of wetness pools at the center of my silk thong. My breasts tingle and my lower body buzzes like there was a current going up and down my spine. I moan, not caring that I was wrong.
He starts to become more animated with the slurp of his mouth, pulling at my nipple with his lips before letting it go.

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