King

The ride home was slow, the slowest car ride of my life. We were the only ones on the road yet it seemed the car was slowing down rather than picking up speed. If I didn't know how far out we had come today, I would have accused the driver of deliberately driving at a snail's pace.

In the backseat with Uti, her eyes partially closed as she peered at me through lust filled orbs, all I wanted was to take her right there and then. Put my hands wherever she wanted them, which was in her warmth and then lick her juices off my fingers.

Her long legs could easily wrap around my waist or even settle nicely on my shoulders with me ramming into her nonstop to give us the release we both badly wanted.

Uti wouldn't mind, I knew that; her hand resting on my knee, sometimes going up to caress the bulge in my trouser was proof. But I wanted our first time together to mean something, to be different from the way I had handled other women in the past so car sex was out of it. We would have to wait.

"King." The irritation in her voice at my hesitance was clear as she palmed starboy.

I was having a hard time containing my own desires, even finding it harder to keep my hands to myself because I knew, just one touch and I would lose control. It was difficult being the logical one among the two of us but I was doing my best. Well, as much as I could with Uti's succulent lips whispering beautiful nonsense in my ears.

She was like a vixen: my cute, shy, stubborn Uti and I wanted to take away all her frustrations, fulfil all her sexual desires, have her moaning my name in ecstasy. Uti leaned in closer to me, placing one leg over mine while her fingers ran across my chest, trying to squeeze my tiny nipples and my already weakened defences collapsed.

Unable to resist any longer, I pulled her to my laps so she could straddle me. My hands located the band of her trouser, unbuttoned it and slowly lowered her zipper down.

Uti moaned in contentment, grinding against my erection and I managed a small laugh; I was yet to even start with her. I could do things to her body, I wanted to do so many things to her body but I wasn't certain she would be able to handle it.

If Confident or Courage or whatever Uti called him noticed us, I didn't care, neither did Uti at this point. My fingers dipped into her privates, I groaned. She was wet; she was dripping wet for me! That fact seemed to turn me on even more and I forgot about my initial promise to wait until later.

I rubbed three of my fingers over her trimmed vagina in a slow, sensual, circular motion, using her juices that had slipped onto my fingers as a natural lubricant. She jerked, her fingernails digging into my scalp and I closed my mouth over her clothed nipple that was right in front of my face.

This was a promise of what was to come, a teaser to keep her satisfied until we got to a more private zone where I would worship her body, take her to cloud nine and back.

Her moans increased when I switched tactics, inserting and pulling my fingers out of her wetness in an orgasmic rhythm while my other hand tried as much as possible to stay on her breasts, squeeze them too since I noticed she liked me doing that.

I covered her pulsing mouth with mine in an attempt to swallow her moans but she resisted and her head soon fell back.

She was moaning louder now and I was afraid we might distract the driver so I withdrew my hands from her femininity. A growl like sound came next with her hands trying to force mine back into her warmth.

"When we get home," I murmured, keeping her arms behind her back with my other hand working on her zipper.

"Home?" She asked, arching her back while biting down on her lower lip. I groaned, she had to stop doing that, it was too seductive.

We passed a streetlight which cast its soft glow into the car and I was able to see Uti's face better. Her grey eyes were hooded with raw, sexual desire for me, her teeth were biting down into her lower lip and it made my trousers grow tighter. This was a look I was unaccustomed to and knowing that she had probably reserved it for me made me feel guilty about not granting her wishes.

"Yes, home," I murmured with a kiss.

There was a nice ring to it, a beautiful melody. The images that flooded my mind at the mention of that word were from her last sleepover. Me and Emma, Uti and Esther, all of us in my big kitchen. While the women did the cooking, we provided our tongues for free tasting services.

I loved that memory and I wanted to create more of that. Without knowing, they have made me more complete, made my house feel more deserving of the title: home.

"Yes, home," I reiterated; I liked the sound of it and the way it made me feel. She would too when I told her what I had in mind.

Littering kisses all over her neck, my hand ran in lazy circles around her breasts to provide her with some comfort until we arrived home where I intended to show her just how much she meant to me.

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The mini-me inside of my trouser was hard, ready to be unleashed and every little touch from Uti only served to drive us insane. How we managed to walk straight into the house without ripping each other's clothes would forever remain a mystery to me.

Her mouth, hands were everywhere at once, touching me, feeling me, kissing me. It was hard to keep track and from the look of things, she didn't want to be stopped. The bedroom door was only a few feet away from here but it felt like miles away. I staggered, keeping Uti's hands by her side.

"Uti," I whispered. If she kept on with this, we might end up having sex in the parlour, that was far from what I had in mind.

"You said when we get home," she protested, "we are home now, Mister Ki-"

The rest of her protests died in her lips when I swept her off her feet, making a beeline for the bedroom closest to us. I dropped her on the bed with as much gentility I could muster at that point and my fingers set to work on her zipper.

Her trouser came off first and her jacket followed soon, leaving her in only her red panties and singlet. Red. The things that colour did to me: the twitching it caused in my slacks, the contrast with her beautiful skin, I couldn't help but stare longingly at her like the prized work of art that she was.

How could I have ever said that she wasn't my type? Slim, slender women with round, firm boobs, broad shoulder, long legs and narrow hips were exactly my type. She was made for me, exactly my type.

The bedside lamp now seemed too dim and I rose from the bed to switch on the lights, to feast my eyes without any restrictions.

Bright lights flooded the room as soon as my fingers connected with the switch and I hurriedly turned to face Uti. I didn't want to waste any more time doing anything that didn't involve her ultimate satisfaction.

But when she raised her head to adjust the pillow, I lost my train of thought and my legs forgot their functions. It was a simple action yet it was sexually appealing to me.

Why did she have to look this good?

A laugh escaped my lips when she squirmed under my gaze, turning so that only a part of her face was visible to me. I laughed knowingly; the shy Uti was back.

Climbing on the bed, I tilted her head till she was facing me. My fingertips ran across her collarbone. "I want to see your face."

My voice was thick with desire, the same desire in her eyes and she nodded. Our gaze lingered on each other for a heartbeat longer than it should have and I was overwhelmed with a foreign emotion that was gone before I could identify it. 

Her breath stilled when I began littering wet kisses on her jaw and my lips hovered above hers briefly before capturing them in a swift motion. No tongues, just lips trying to swallow lips in hot, open mouthed kisses.

The taste of her silenced all of my thoughts and my hand travelled the length of her body with a mind of its own, feeling and wanting for every part of her. She made a choking sound when I bit her lower lip hard and her hands halted their movements. 

"You don't like it?" I asked, pulling back my head to inspect her swollen lips.

Her index finger traced a line over the cut on her lips and she murmured a breathless I do. My shoulders deflated in relief; I thought I freaked her out with my biting.

The need to touch her came back with full force and my hands moved to her singlet, carefully peeling it from her upper body.

She was not wearing a bra, I knew that but having her perky mounds stare at me, her brown nipples eyeing me, calling me to roll it in between my fingers caused a groan to slip from my lips. Her body was perfection.

Her stomach was flat, so flat you could eat off it and my fingers trailed a line from in between her breasts to her belly button. She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes implored me to do more, touch her, go faster but I couldn't bring myself to do that, not now.

I wanted to master her body, find out the ways I could bring her pleasure, make her mine, drive her over the edge again and again till she forgot how to spell her name.

My lips lowered to hers and I bit into her lower lip until she whimpered in delight. I continued sucking on her lips, my fingers finding their way into her panties. I started out slow, rubbing her clit in an up-down motion, applying pressure with each stroke.

She was warm; tight, tighter than any other woman I'd been with and it sent a tingle straight to my groin. Her vaginal walls clenched violently against my fingers in a gentle reminder. I had to be gentle with her, I needed to take it nice, slow and easy.

Her moans filled the empty bedroom and it encouraged me to insert one more finger into her wetness. Her breathing became laboured with each stroke, her fingernails dug into the sheets, clutching it like her life depended on it and her eyes rolled back.

She was almost there.

Without notice, I withdrew my fingers and her eyes jerked open. "King!"

It was a low sound, a form of warning that I couldn't heed; she was not coming before me, we had to come together. My tongue darted out to wipe her juices clean off my fingers and my head dipped till my lips were pressed against hers so she could taste the divine nectar from her femininity.

My fingers made circles around her nipples, careful not to touch them and my mouth moved to the crook of her neck. I squeezed her breasts, deliberately brushing my fingertips against her erect nipples and she bucked under me, her hands on my chest.

She reached for the buttons lining my shirt, her fingers shook as she tried and failed over again to free them from their confines.

"Wait." I wrapped a hand around her wrists to stay her movements, "let me help."

But it was too late. Her hand slipped from my grasp and black buttons rolled to the bed from her yanking the shirt open. Then a groan of frustration escaped her lips when she set sight on the white vest underneath.

In my defence, she didn't tell me where we were going or I would have worn a more disposable outfit. I raised my hands up and she helped me rid myself of it, alongside my trouser and boxers. When her hands moved to her panties, I shook my head, I wanted to do the honours, take my sweet time.

On my knees now, I pulled the lingerie down her legs ever so slowly then I ran my fingertips along her inner thighs, inching higher and higher until I could feel her warmth on my palm. I flicked a finger over her clit, she moaned softly and I did it again.

The sound was like music to my ears, I could listen to it all day. For now, I wanted to be inside of her. Why was she now quiet?

My head raised to see Uti's eyes glued on something else, particularly the gigantic man in between my legs. I hesitated; was she impressed? When she gulped visibly, the question changed: was she having doubts? Did she think me too big for her?

All my fears died down when she reached out to stroke the tip of my shaft that was glistening with precum. I hissed. She went on to caress my balls and I nearly lost it. 

An animalistic growl slipped from my lips when her fingers strayed to the patch of skin between my balls and anus then her hands ceased their sensuous movements.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Of course not, I wanted her to go on forever with what she had been doing. It felt like I was being tickled in the most incredibly pleasureful way and a tingling sensation still lingered where she just touched me.

I nodded and her hands moved to my chest. A hiss slipped from me again when she pinched my nipples, I was quick to grab her hands and place them above her head with my knee rubbing against her folds. 

Her touches were like an electric buzz that was slowly spreading down my stomach in waves. It was distracting, intoxicating; a high I couldn't get enough of, didn't want to get enough of. At this point, I was like a bottle of champagne that had been shaken vigorously. I was acutely aware of everything she did and a simple touch from her would have me spilling everywhere.

I didn't want that. We were in this together; we had to reach our climax as one.

My mouth covered one of her breasts, my tongue circled her nipples, sucking and biting till her moans filled my ears. I took turns with each mound on her chest, making sure to spend enough time with both of them while she squirmed under me, trying to loosen my grip on her wrists.

She finally broke free, her hands reached for my penis, stroked it for a few seconds before guiding it into the entrance of her vagina. I stilled; the fear that I could hurt her with my massive length coming back to taunt me. She blinked, batting her long eyelashes at me as if asking me to trust her.

"I want you; I need you," she whispered.

"I'm all yours, Uti."

Her eyes filled with so much adoration that made me feel warm on the insides, that unfamiliar emotion resurfacing. My heart squeezed and my body relaxed, then, I let myself get lost in her wetness.

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BOTC: Loving Joshua by elusive_6788. It's a short, sweet romance story that will have you grinning from ear to ear.

This chapter was quite difficult to write, I have never written sex from a male's POV before. I did try to make it as good as I could, show another intimate side of King and I like to think that I did okay.

Moving on ... here - some holy water and anointing oil, in case you saw and read things you didn't want to.

Q: Have you ever been in love?