After that, they went for a walk around the grounds. I went in search of Kingston, we were supposed to train together with Amara that afternoon and I wanted to make sure he was up to it. I’d gotten pretty fierce over the past month and was ready to kick his ass, no mercy, if he could take it.
“There you are,” I said and found him in the upper hallway. He was wandering around looking lost, and his eyes lit up when he saw me.
“There you are,” he exclaimed. “This place is ridiculous up here. The hallway turns back on itself, did you notice that?”
“The realtor went over it,” I smiled, then took his hand. “Want to see something else that’s cool?”
“Of course,” he replied and followed me as I led him down the hall towards my bedroom. I wasn’t being subtle, I wanted to see him before our training. Not just to check his wounds, but to check him. I was craving him inside of me, and needed him right then.
“Where are you taking me, Evie?” he chuckled, but he knew. He knew exactly where we were headed because by the time we got to my bedroom, half his shirt was untucked and he was trying to unbutton it one handed.
“I’m taking you in here so I can find out if you’re strong enough for an ass kicking,” I said with a smile that flicked away as quickly as it showed up. I was single minded then, and laughter wasn’t part of it.
“How are you going to do that?” he asked, his breath heavy and his voice thickened with desire.
“I think you know,” I said, and I reached down to touch his cock through his pants. It was already rock hard and straining to be free.
“I do know,” he replied, and he kissed me. His mouth crashed down into mine and his hands were all over me at once. He tore at my clothes and pulled my shirt over my head before tossing it on the floor behind me.
My bra come off in one move, he was used to the clasps I used and was an expert at that point. He cupped my breasts and bent to suck them, one by one.
I exhaled a breathy sigh and held his head in my hands, weaving my fingers through his thick hair as he worked my breasts.
He pulled back and we stripped the rest of our clothes off and stood naked together in my new bedroom, next to my new bed.
“You deserve all of this,” Kingston said, looking around the room. “I’m so pleased he’s being generous with you, Evie. After what you’ve been through, you deserve to be treated like a queen.”
“I deserve this,” I said and wrapped my fingers around his thick cock. “That’s all I’m worried about right now, Kingston.”
Kingston Taylor, my first love and my playground savior. Here with me in this place, a mansion in a neighborhood I didn’t even know about until recently. I never could have believed this would be my life just a few months ago.
“Then that’s what you’re getting,” he chuckled and lifted me in his arms. He carried me to the new bed, laid me down and looked into my eyes. “We get to ruin the mattress on the first day. That’s what I wanted.”
It was my turn to laugh. “Of course it had to be you,” I told him. “You were the first choice, after all.”
“I love you,” he said and slid on top of me. “I love you so fucking much, every time I feel your tight little cunt squeeze my cock I feel like I’m gonna fucking die, Evie. Every god damned time.”
“Every time you split me open, I feel like I’m finally alive,” I said and dug my fingernails into his hips, drawing him towards me. “Every god damned time.”
I flashed him a grin, but grew serious as the head of his cock pressed against my entrance. He covered me like a stallion, rutting and powerful and ready to fuck. I pulled him inside, let him stretch me open and fill me up with his throbbing length.
As he bottomed out, I cried out his name and twisted under him. He dropped to one elbow and stroked my face with his other hand.
“I love you,” he said. “I love this.”
“I love you, too,” I exhaled with a whimper. “I love this so much, it feels so good.”
He was slow at first, grinding his hips into me as we rocked together on the bed. He rolled over and pulled me onto his lap, driving himself deeper into me, deeper than I thought possible.
It was just the two of us. Just my childhood love and my heart, beating together, loving together, and finding that sweet release in each other’s arms.
He sped up and encircled my waist with his hands as he held me still and drove himself upwards into my dripping, aching pussy.
“Oh god,” I exclaimed as he hit the right spot again and again. “Oh fuck, yes, Kingston!”
The orgasm hit me all at once, washed through me like a sudden spring storm. It left me soaking wet, refreshed, and energized.
He followed quickly after, stiffening his entire body and arching his back like, more a sculpture in marble than a man for a moment.