The King

Sally did not realize that a sexual fantasy did not have to be over the top.

All of her life she had been over the top with lovers. Never ever did she imagine that she would get wet over the thought of being pressed to the kitchen counter with Calvin’s hand shoved down the front of her sweatpants. The taste of expensive wine on both of their lips and the kitchen fragrant with the dinner he was making, as he pressed his pelvis to hers and touched her like he was looking for a lost treasure between her legs.

Wet and anticipating, Sally moved against his hand. He said something to her in French–he spoke fluent French and Italian. Calvin had traveled a lot as a chef, but it was in New York that he wanted to put down his roots.

“And then I found you,” he had told her. “And I do not want to go anywhere else now.”

He had pinned her to the counter–she wanted to be pinned–and he touched her like he had found the gold between her legs. 

But she was sure that the gold was within him.

Thinking about them by the kitchen counter was now the sexiest experience she had ever had in her life, and she had done a lot of things with lovers. But the way he made her feel, and the way that she felt when she went over to him.

It had been so hard to say she loved him, but the way that he made her feel was something that she had not been able to keep to herself. She wanted to be close to him, and they had been closer in that moment than on any other moment she felt before that and they had been very close prior.

Calvin pushed down the waistband of her sweatpants and stuck his fingers inside of her. Sally held onto the counter as he finger fucked her, and then he knelt before her. She looked down at him, and the way he looked up at her took her breath away. Moving his fingers slowly, he replaced them with his tongue and Sally thought she would pass out from the replacement of the two.

She hissed as he continued to make love to her with his mouth. When he slipped his tongue inside of her, she bent over and caressed his head. It felt like a type of worship even though he was the one that was pleasuring her.

When he looked up at her, he was the king of her universe.

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