I wondered what he was like during sex….

He said he wasn’t one for love and romance, but I bet he put his all into a good old-fashioned fucking session. And really, if he put even half the effort into it as he put into his work, then he was probably more than I could handle.

And, funnily enough, I had a sudden craving for more than I could handle.

The tension had almost reached its boiling point when there was a knock at the door. It was room service, and King slid off the bed to go let them in. It was a good thing, too, because I seriously needed a moment. I feared the blush that had begun on my neck had spread all the way down my body by now.

“Do you want some?” King asked, picking the plate and his glass of wine up off the tray and carrying them to the bed.

“Sure,” I answered. I never said no to pizza, and this one looked delicious.

King settled back in place and took a quick bite, then held the pizza to my mouth. Now, normally I’d say something cheeky in this circumstance, perhaps make a joke, but my sense of humour was no longer present. I was aroused, and King’s eyes held a game. I wanted to play. Making eye contact with him, I bent forward and took a bite right from where he’d taken one. His nostrils flared, a new intensity in his eyes. He returned the pizza to his own mouth before bringing it back to mine again.

He was hovering over me, his fit, delectable body right there, and my hands itched to feel him. The movie was long forgotten as we continued our strange interaction. I had barely any clothes on, and since King was still in his shirt and slacks, I felt vulnerable and a little bit naked. His breathing grew heavy, and I saw his attention wander to the dip of my collarbone, fixating on it.

“We should….” he began, but then faltered.

“What?”

He looked down, his thick golden lashes shading his eyes. His voice was so quiet and gravelly when he continued, “I need to get this out of my system, Alexis.”

“Get what….”

Before I could finish the sentence, he was taking the pizza crust from my hand, tossing it on the plate, and levelling his icy blues on me. “We can fuck.” He paused, his accent over-emphasising the “K” and making my bones turn to jelly. “We can have sex once and still remain the same. I’m sure of it.”

“Well, we are both very pragmatic,” I agreed, my entire body coiled tight. I might not have believed a word I was saying, but right then I wanted him inside me, and my vagina was willing to let me lie to myself in order to make that happen. His hands were already on my hips, massaging.

“We are,” he echoed, voice lowering to a whisper as he brought his mouth to my collarbone, to the spot he’d been staring at so intensely. A moan escaped me, and I tilted my head back to give him greater access. He licked at my skin, humming in approval as he trailed his nose across the rise of my bosom. He nuzzled lightly at my cleavage, then began planting kisses all the way up the centre of my neck. I undulated beneath him, and when he reached my jaw, he nibbled at my skin, soliciting another moan from me. His lips made a quick journey to my mouth. But once he was there, he pulled back to stare into my eyes, and it took my breath away for a fraction of a second. He looked at me like I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

Leaning in again, King placed surprisingly tender kisses to either side of my mouth, and I kissed him back. These tender kisses continued for a while, each of us nibbling at one another, learning each other until the kisses began to deepen. He slid his tongue gently past my lips, teasing me, tasting me. I was melting into a puddle on the bed, gripping his shoulders, his hard pecs pressing into the softness of my breasts. It wasn’t long before we were full-on snogging, grasping for each other, drinking one another in like we couldn’t get enough.

My hands went to the buttons of his shirt, eager to get it off. He started to help, and as soon as he was bare, he reached for the hem of my top, pulling it up over my head in one fell swoop. There was a moment where we both just stared, me taking in the perfect contours of his chest and abdomen, him studying the curves of my breasts, the flare of my hips and the hard peaks of my nipples.

I was so turned on, I felt empty. I needed him inside.

“Fuck,” he swore, all his breath escaping him.

He moved forward, lowering himself over me and bringing his mouth to my breast. The sound I made when his lips closed over my nipple would have been embarrassing if I wasn’t so lost in arousal. His hand trailed over my thigh, squeezing before running up my hip and stomach until it came to my other breast. I arched my back off the bed, eager for his touch as he massaged and licked. He startled a yelp out of me when his teeth pressed down on my nipple in a teasing bite.

God, this.

Just this.

Sometimes you didn’t realise how much you needed something until it was happening. I felt like I’d been unconsciously locking up my all desire for this man since the day we first met, and now it was pouring out of me like a waterfall.

“King,” I moaned, and a grunt emanated from him as he moved his body, deftly pulling my thighs apart and settling himself between my legs. His fingertips dug desperately into my skin, marking me with his need. And I could feel him then, the thick length of him pressing into my core until I couldn’t find enough air. My breaths grew laboured to match his, and my brain was completely out of the picture. I was nothing but feeling and sensation, and all I wanted was more.

Suddenly, his mouth left my nipple, and I wanted to whine in protest. But then he was at my ear, and I was hot, so hot I couldn’t formulate words as he growled, “I want to fuck you so hard, Alexis, so hard you’re still feeling me inside you tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow….”