All about my Queen - Finding Her

Chapter 8

Hi friends, I couldn't delay this update because I know I left you guys hanging so here we go...

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You'll will know what's ahead so if your not interested pls skip and if you're tooooo young and naughty (ofc you are), I might not encourage it :-P
Thank you... Read ahead!

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"Come" he whispered. It was like I was entranced by him, I walked to him and took his hand. The moment our palms touched each other, sparks erupted all over my body sending each nerve fibre into alert mode. The sensation was not foreign anymore. I slipped my hand fully into his, which he pressed it and his eyes softened. He knew that I wasn't afraid of him but at the same time I'm afraid of him. You know what I mean?

He stood from the mattress and pushed my shoulder so I sat on the sofa. His every move left me in anticipation and nervousness took the worst out of me. I jerked as he knelt down to my knees and he started working on my heels.

"You know it'll only hurt you then why would you wear them?" He questioned me as if we had this conversation hundreds of times and like it was normal for us being like this. Once I got relieved off the heels, he gave my toes a gentle massage looking up at me.

"Feels good?" He asked smirking as I was relaxing my legs into his touch. Unable to lie, I nodded at him.  He left my legs after another minute and got up raising me on my foot too. His hands went under my arms and I was losing it. Our bodies were strained against each other and his head was in line with my height. The next second I knew what his intention was when I sensed that he took the zipper of my dress down.

The time I reacted to his gesture was late enough because my dressed came pooling around my feet but his gaze held mine. It was speaking volumes about his hunger and that he definitely will quench it tonight. I thank the Goddess for giving me the brain to wear a nice pair of inners today. Black laced bra and a matching thong. I also had my parts shaved and clean.

He pulled my wrists as he leaned down the mattress on his knees taking me down. We both were on our knees. It was all so intense and the room heated up like we were in Sahara. I was half-naked in front of him but still I wasn't embarrassed. I couldn't because I felt somewhat safe?

He slowly moved my hair from one side of my neck and planted a soft kiss sending my body all signals that made me drip from my core. He planted velvety kisses all the way to the other side of my neck. I was laid on the mattress gently while he moved his hand back to unclasp my bra without breaking his contact kisses on my skin. The straps came loose and he slid it along my arms until those plush ones were bare to him. "Undo my shirt" his husky voice commanded my thoughts. My fingers instantly started working on his white shirt while he looked at me dearly. "Don't party late hereafter. Especially don't get drunk in front of other males" his words came out more seriously and the tinge of anger when he muttered 'males' made my stomach flip. I nearly undid all his buttons and the hungry beast captured my lips devouring them. My hands came in contact with his hard chest while he removed his shirt down his shoulders and got rid of it hastily. Our tongues were embracing each other and our lips sucking playfully. I heard the click of his belt and I paused the kiss. He pushed up against me and got himself naked. My eyes traced from his torso to his hard-on turning me into a heated animal wanting to touch him and want him to get buried inside me and to drive me to the edge. 

I tried to snake my hands to his tarse that was pressing my inner thigh but he caught my hand inches away from it. "No. First your Punishment" he held my gaze smirking. He pulled me to him when he might have noticed my pout. Slowly skimming his nose down my throat, his one hand groped my breast and his thumb started twirling my taut nipple. His other hand cupped my mound sneaking his fingers into my folds. "Hmm. You're wet. Only for me" he breathed against my other breast which he bit letting me jerk. A single finger was inserted at first and then without warning he let another in. My nails were dug in his biceps as I was trying to get a hold onto my sense. The feeling was exquisite and I was writhing underneath his mercy to stop but not stop his ministrations. He exactly knew how to pleasure me and that makes me think of his expertise in this subject?