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Slowly, I take off my clothes. I’m not trying to be sexy and give him a striptease or anything, but this doesn’t seem like a moment to rush. When I’m completely naked, I move closer to him, bending slightly to touch my mouth to his.
Elvis reaches out, cupping my breast as my lips brush against his own. He slides his thumb across my nipple, and a moan escapes my lips as the bud hardens from the touch. I whisper his name, and he squeezes my flesh, then releases me.
“Climb up, Shawn.”
A shiver slides down my spine at his three-word demand. I do exactly what he wants and straddle his hips, then slowly climb up his body and stop at his face. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I’m afraid to lower myself, afraid I’m going to do something wrong. What if I hurt him more?
Before a second thought or question enters my mind, I feel Elvis’s fingers grip my waist, and he pulls me down against his mouth. I feel his tongue. It’s warm, wet, and perfect. My hips roll. They move with the rhythm his tongue is offering.
Closing my eyes, I allow myself to just feel. It’s the best way to do anything where Elvis is involved. Moving with the sensations of whatever feels good. That is Elvis, in general. Everything with him is what feels good.
Being with him, by his side, allowing him to help me, it all feels good. The orgasms he gives me are the icing on all the cupcakes. I didn’t think that life could be this way, that it could be so good, but it truly is. This is something I couldn’t have ever even dreamed for myself because it wasn’t in my realm of reality.
But it is now.
Reaching for the headboard with one hand and placing my other behind me on his chest, I buck my hips above him as I lean back and ride his face. I didn’t think this simple act could feel this amazing.
The music from the clubhouse thumps through the walls, and my hips match that rhythm. When I feel his thumb against my clit, I let out a whimper. My thighs begin to tremble as my orgasm washes over me. Then, it’s as if I lose complete control of my body.
I come.
It’s so hard that I begin to almost convulse.
It’s amazing and beautiful, earth shattering, and the world around me goes completely dark. Elvis lifts my hips off him slightly and shifts me down to his chest. I’m still holding on to the headboard with one hand and his pec with my other.
I can’t move. I can barely breathe.
Opening my eyes, I look down and into his blue ones that are staring up at me. My lips are smiling a smile I can’t wipe off my face even if I wanted to, but I don’t. His hands shift from my hips to my breasts, and he begins to gently glide his fingertips over my skin there.
“I love you, Shawn. Now climb on my dick and ride me real slow. I can’t get wild, or I’ll fuck up my sutures again.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to do anything like that,” I whisper.
“Probably not,” he chuckles. “But I’ve missed you. Make me come like only you can.”
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I look behind me over my shoulder at his hard length, then shift my gaze back to meet his. “You’ll tell me if it hurts?” I ask.
“Of course.”
“You lie,” I exhale.
“Yeah, sweetness, but only about this.”
My decision is made well before he even asks me. I turn around and move down his body. Once I’m at his hips, I shift myself around to face him again. He grabs hold of the base of his length, holding it still for me, and I slowly sink down, taking him inside of me. He moves his hand away, and that’s when I feel his fingertips sink into my hip.
Closing my eyes, I begin to move again. And for the second time tonight, I feel. As I rock my hips, I’m careful not to hurt him. I want to buck and jerk, but I know I can’t. There’s something sensual and sexy about being forced to move slowly, being forced to feel every inch of his length.
Then it happens. It rolls through me when I least expect it, and he lifts his hips once, twice, three times until he comes as well, almost simultaneously, and I swear I see starts burst in my vision.
Cupping his cheeks, I can’t tear my gaze away from his, so I don’t try.
“I love you, too, Elvis.”
CHAPTER
THIRTY-SIX
KING
