Knight

by Kristen Ashley

  My stomach dropped but my mouth opened.

  Knight kissed me.

  It was not a sweet good morning kiss. It was hungry, hard and his usual marauding. He ended it with my arms around him holding on tight like I was about to fall and I needed him to catch me.

  His head moved back an inch and his eyes captured mine.

  “You agree?” he asked, his voice thick at the same time still rough with sleep.

  Amazing.

  Oh God.

  I needed to think and not with his hard, heavy, warm body crushing me to the bed, his hard, demanding kiss boggling my mind and his thick, rough, sexy voice doing a number on me.

  “Anya, you agree?” he pushed.

  “Knight, I need –”

  “Gonna take you now,” he cut me off. “Right now, Anya, not waiting. Do you agree?”

  “Please,” I whispered.

  “You either get that you want it or you don’t. Do you agree?”

  “Knight.”

  “Do… you… agree?”

  Oh God.

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  His eyes darkened immediately, pupils dilating so fast I was mesmerized and his face dipped so it was a breath away.

  “That’s what I wanna hear, baby.”

  Then his hands were in his tee starting to pull up.

  I froze in panic and my arms went from around him so my fingers could curl around his wrists tight.

  “I need to tell you something,” I stated quickly.

  His eyes focused on me. “What?”

  I didn’t tell him what. I wasn’t thinking. I was freaking out. I wanted him, was scared how much I did, I was scared of what having him meant and lastly, I was scared about what I’d just agreed to.

  “It’s important you’re warned,” I whispered.

  “What?”

  “With the way you think you see me, you need to know before you find out.”

  His head jerked slightly, his eyes held mine intently and one of his hands twisted my fingers free and came up to curl around my neck.

  Then he whispered, “Baby, what?”

  “My tummy’s round,” I whispered back and he blinked.

  Then he repeated, “What?”

  “I, um… I’m not perfect. I have a little Buddha belly.”

  He stared at me.

  Stupidly, I kept talking. “I run, do crunches, you know… stuff like that. I do it regularly, I mean, as regularly as I can which kinda isn’t regularly, regularly it’s just um… somewhat regularly. But it doesn’t go away. And, um… I don’t want you to be disappointed when you see because I think you see something in me and you need to know I’m just me. I’m not how you see me. I’m not perfect.”

  He stared at me some more then he slid off to my side. Then he slid the covers down to my thighs.

  Then, holding my eyes, he ordered quietly, “Show me.”

  Oh God!

  “Uh… you won’t see. I’m lying on my back and it –”

  His hand still at my neck tensed and he repeated, “Show me.”

  I pulled my lips between my teeth. Then I watched as his head dropped because my hands were at his tee pulling it up my belly and his eyes were trained there.

  When the shirt was up to under my breasts, his hand left my neck and went to rest warm and flat on my stomach but his eyes came back to me.

  “You get I picked those dresses,” he stated.

  “Pardon?” I asked.

  “Your dresses. I picked them.”

  “Oh,” I whispered.

  “Guessed the size,” he went on.

  “Oh,” I breathed.

  “Baby,” his hand pressed lightly into my belly, “I haven’t missed this.”

  Okay, all right.

  Oh God.

  Was this embarrassing? With the warm way he was looking at me, I couldn’t tell.

  “Right,” I said softly.

  “You are perfect. I wanted to fuck cut, first, I’d wonder if I lost my fuckin’ mind not havin’ sweet and soft and all woman. Then, I’d fuck cut. But I don’t want cut. I want my cock in a woman who’s sweet, soft and…” his face got close, “all woman.”

  Oh my.

  I liked that as in really.

  And I liked it even better that Knight made it not embarrassing.

  He wasn’t done.

  “You run, you do your crunches, I don’t give a fuck. But you lose any of that ass, those tits, those hips or your Buddha belly, just sayin’, babe, you lose me.”

  Oh.

  My.

  Yes, I liked that. Really.

  “Knight,” I whispered but said no more. Not because he interrupted me just because what he said meant so much to me and I didn’t know what to say.

  “Now, you got anything else you wanna talk about before I fuck you?”

  “No,” I said softly.

  “Fuckin’ great,” he muttered then his head dropped and he kissed me.

  And he kissed me like he always kissed me, hard, demanding but this time better because it kept going as his hand moved over my belly. Then his fingertips skimmed the top edge of my underwear. Then his hand flattened again and slid to my waist and feather-light up my side.

  I trembled as he did this and held on as best I could since he was still lying beside me.

  Then his lips released mine and slid down my cheek to my ear.

  “Hands off me, babe, palms flat on the bed and open your legs for me.”

  My belly curled then knotted and heat rushed to a secret place in me.

  He lifted his head and caught my eyes. I bit my bottom lip then slid my hands away from him and did as he asked.

  “Keep them there, baby, no matter what I make you feel,” he ordered gently and I nodded. “Now spread,” he whispered.

  Slowly, I opened my legs and Knight’s neck twisted to watch.

  Then he murmured, “My baby’s bein’ good.”

  Oh God.

  Why was that such a turn on?

  His hand slid back and in, just the very tips of his fingers skimming the legs of my panties at the core of me. Then down the inside of my thigh.

  “Cock your knees, Anya, and open wider for me.”

  My breathing was erratic, my entire body hot, my breasts swelled and I felt wet gather between my legs as I did what I was told.

  Knight’s fingertips slid to the back of my thigh, up, skimming the back of my knee then he shifted, leaning in so they could go down the back of my calf to my ankle.

  Okay, that felt good. Sweet, light, amazing.

  Then his hand moved to the other leg and he retraced the same path to the heart of me and again his fingers glided feather-soft along the inside edges of my panties between my legs.

  My hips shifted impatiently.

  God, I needed more.

  “Honey,” I whispered and Knight’s hand went away but his eyes came to me.

  “You take what I give, baby, you do what I say and you hush.”

  Hush.

  Oh God.

  Why did that turn me on too?

  I wanted his hand back so I nodded.

  He watched me nod and his face got lazy.

  “Good, baby.”

  I licked my lips, he watched that too and his face got hungry.

  Okay, all right.

  God, just watching that look take over his beautiful features turned me on too.

  His neck twisted again to watch as I felt his hand come back and this time it skimmed me over my panties.

  My hips jerked.

  “Still,” he whispered. His fingers skimmed back over my panties and it took everything to keep still, my fingers clenching into his sheets and when I accomplished this, I got my reward instantly. His finger hooked into the gusset and pulled it away. Simple, a bare touch, my panties tugging at my hips but it was effective. “Soaked,” he growled then moved.

  Shifting between my legs, I felt his nose glide against me in a barely-there touch that sent trills shooting over every inch of my sk
in then he opened his mouth, covering me over my panties and I felt his tongue press in.

  Oh God. Oh God.

  My neck arched, my hands clenched the sheets and I whimpered.

  “Jesus, fuck, baby,” Knight growled. “I like that. Gonna eat that. Gonna eat it clean.”

  Then he rolled away, my legs jerked straight as my panties were yanked off and his voice came at me.

  “Knees bent, legs up, wide, offer that pussy to me.”

  I instantly complied and his mouth was on me.

  Oh God. Oh God.

  God.

  Yes, he was hungry. I knew it because he licked. He sucked. He engaged his fingers and they pressed, rolled, spread me open, thrust inside. He finger fucked me. He tongue fucked me. And when his mouth was sucking hard at my clit while two fingers were plunged deep inside, my back left the bed, my head pushed into the pillows, my fingers pulled at the sheets, my mouth opened and a low, deep, long moan tore out as it consumed me. Totally. Head-to-toe. The world melted away and there was nothing but Knight’s mouth on me and the intense, body-shattering orgasm he gave me.

  It seemed to last forever and when I came down, my back settling into the satin, my chin dipping down, my eyes opening, I saw Knight kneeling between my legs. His ass was to his calves and he’d pulled my hips partially up his thighs. His eyes were hot on me, one of his hands cupping my sex, his other hand holding my leg wrapped around his waist. I hadn’t even noticed him move and position.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured and I felt his thumb slide inside me as the rest of his hand stayed cupped to me. Then he ordered, “Lose the tee.”

  He held my leg wrapped around him, his thumb inside, his hand cupping me as he watched me pull off the tee and toss it aside.

  His dark eyes got darker and I trembled.

  His thumb slid out, both hands moved to span my hips and he instructed, “Nightstand. Protection. You move but you don’t lose me.”

  I licked my lips and rolled them together as I carefully twisted at the waist, reached to the nightstand, opened it and saw a mess of condoms resting in it. I grabbed one, left the drawer open and dropped to my back.

  He reached out. I handed it to him then I stared in fascinated wonder as he tore it open with his teeth, slid it out and then I watched in panting fascinated wonder as he rolled it on his long, thick, large, beautiful (of course), perfect (completely, from tip to root) cock.

  Oh God.

  I could swear my breaths were moving the bed as I felt him move, my eyes went from his hard cock to see him bending over me. Then he gathered me in his arms and lifted me off the bed.

  “Both legs around me,” he growled.

  I acquiesced, he positioned me then slid me down and impaled me, filling me full. So full. So, so full.

  Oh God.

  My head dropped back.

  “Look at me.”

  My head came forward and I focused on him.

  “I fuck hard, baby,” he whispered.

  “Okay,” I breathed.

  “In a second, you’re gonna lose all but my cock. I wanna watch you take me. You keep those legs tight around me as I take that pussy.”

  “Okay.”

  “You just gave yourself to me, that includes your pussy, your clit. It’s mine, Anya, you don’t touch it unless I tell you to. Even if you’re close and want it, you let me give it to you unless I wanna watch you helpin’ me. Clear?”

  “Clear,” I agreed immediately.

  His hand slid up my back and into my hair, tilting my face down so my lips were resting against his.

  Then he whispered, “Prepare, baby.”

  I didn’t need to prepare. I was already prepared. Totally.

  Then he bent forward, put my back to the bed, moved away from me up to his hands on either side of me, arms straight and he did exactly what he said he was going to do.

  As he watched, his eyes hot, hungry, greedy, moving over my face, my torso and dipped down to watch his cock driving inside me, he gave me nothing but that. My legs stayed wrapped tight around his hips as I took him and I clenched my fingers back in the sheets.

  He was strong, he had stamina but it wasn’t hard. It was rough, brutal.

  Brilliant.

  Watching him watching me, watching him fuck me, I liked it. A lot. So much, it overwhelmed me. My legs tensed tight, my fingers pulled at the sheets and I felt the walls of my pussy clutch tight as it swept through me, God, so deep, so strong, so unbelievably sweet.

  It also lasted a while and during it I felt his body cover me and his thrusts, already savage, bucked harder, deeper, jolting me even more under him.

  “Fuck, that cunt,” he grunted in my ear. “That sweet, fuckin’ cunt. My cunt, so fuckin’ beautiful.”

  Oh God.

  “Arms around me, Anya.”

  I wrapped my arms around him.

  “My baby’s cunt, so fuckin’ sweet,” he growled. “Eyes, Anya, I want you lookin’ at me when I come in that cunt.”

  My head turned, his came slightly up and his eyes locked on mine.

  “So,” he thrust in hard, “fuckin’,” he thrust in harder, “beautiful,” he groaned, driving deep and staying planted, his head slanting, his teeth sinking into my lower lip and my entire body went into spasm.

  I knew he was coming down when his teeth released my lip, his tongue glided over it soothingly and some of his weight left me as he planted a forearm in the bed beside me.

  Then I closed my eyes as a tingle slid up my spine, my neck to radiate along my scalp as he slid his nose along mine then down my cheek to flick my ear with it before he murmured there, “Yeah, my baby suits me.”

  I felt sheer happiness sweep through me as my arms held him close and tight.

  “You did good, baby,” he whispered.

  “Yeah?” I whispered back and he lifted his head and looked at me.

  “Oh yeah.”

  I smiled.

  His hand came up to cup my face and his thumb moved out to trace my smile as his eyes watched.

  I melted further into the sheets.

  “That’s mine,” he whispered, his eyes on my mouth as his thumb slid back then he watched is slide over the apple my cheek. “That’s mine,” he repeated on a whisper then his hand glided into my hair at the side, his eyes still watching and as his fingers curled around the back his eyes finally came back to mine and his hips pressed into mine. “Now, I possess that beauty.”

  I stared at him, lips parted, weirdly moved and when I say that I mean profoundly.

  “Say it,” he ordered.

  “What?” I whispered.

  “Who owns you, baby?”

  Oh God!

  “Knight –”

  “Say it, Anya.”

  My breath started to come heavy.

  “Anya, who owns that cunt, that body, that beauty?”

  I stared into his beauty, feeling his cock still buried deep, smelling him, hints of his cologne, feeling his hard body pressing into me.

  “Baby,” his face dipped closer and he warned, “I’m feelin’ good right now. Don’t test me. Who… owns… you?”

  “You do, Knight,” I whispered.

  “Yeah,” he whispered back instantly, “I fuckin’ do. Every inch, Anya. Every fuckin’ inch.”

  I held his eyes and deep breathed.

  Knight watched then his face gentled and he asked softly, “Scared?”

  I nodded.

  “Don’t be,” he whispered then bent close, his lips brushed mine and he pulled back. “You scared, worried, confused and still, you gave what you just gave to me, how you did it, trusting me, I’ll take care of you, babe. You’re with me, one thing you never have to be again is scared. You with me?”

  “I’ll, um… try to be,” I replied quietly.

  “I’ll get you there,” he muttered.

  Then he shifted, pulling out unexpectedly, a mew slid out of my throat equally unexpectedly as my lips parted and my limbs tensed and his eyes dropped to my mouth as I wat
ched them go gloriously lazy.

  “My baby doesn’t like losing me.”

  He was right. I didn’t. He felt good. All of him.

  And what we’d done felt great but between my legs felt oversensitive, tender, almost raw but in a weirdly good way.

  His hand went to my side, gliding up from waist to ribs and his eyes held mine.

  “I gotta go deal with this condom. While I’m gone, you’re gonna stay here, on your back, feet to the mattress, legs open, waiting for me.”

  Okay, all right. I could do that.

  Maybe.

  Shit!

  He dipped his head, brushed his nose along my jaw then he moved off me.

  Standing beside the bed looking down at me, he prompted, “Anya.”

  I blinked.

  This was because I was riveted by his lean, sculpted body, his powerful thighs, his cut, arms, his chest hair, the planes of his defined abs and, well, everything.

  Slowly, my eyes drifted to his face.

  “What?” I asked.

  “What’d I say?” he asked back quietly.

  Oh. Right.

  Shit!

  I did what he said.

  One side of his lips curled up.

  Then he sauntered to the bathroom.

  Okay, right.

  The back view, arguably better.

  I thought lying there like that, exposed, legs open, no covers, would be hard. It wasn’t. I’d just had two unbelievable orgasms. Knight’s body had just then been seared into my memory and I could still see it, back and front. And, incidentally, he didn’t take an age before he was coming back to me.

  It got super easy when he was back, entering the bed from the bottom side and moving up it between my legs but stopping to kiss me just above the triangle of hair between my legs. Then up and he kissed my belly. Then up and he kissed me between my breasts. Up and another kiss at my throat.

  Then he settled back on me, both forearms in the bed at my sides with another order, this one, “Wrap me tight again, babe.”

  Again, I did at I was told.

  His head dropped down and to the side then I felt his nose then lips nuzzling my neck.

  That was nice.

  He was bossy, freakishly controlling but still, a nuzzling cuddler after sex.

  I could work with this. Definitely.

  All of it.

  I turned my head slightly and in his ear asked quietly, “Can I touch you?”