Love Agreement With The King

He rolled his hair to the sky and sighed, "I am already struggling," he whispered, placing his hands over her knees and slouching closer.

Roselyn held back the laugh, "please focus!" she complained to his negligency as he closed her eyes not to stare at her.

She leaned even closer, now she was the one struggling to kiss him. 

Roselyn scratched with her long nails through his arms, giving him chills and relaxing him.

With her other hand, she kept brushing his hair and as she leaned forward she felt his breath slightly getting heavier.

He opened his eyes and Roselyn leaned forward almost touching his lips, her gaze down to admire his beautiful silky lips. Almost as close as to feel each other's breathes on each other's lips.

His hands gripped over her knees holding on to it and squeezing as if he needed a handheld to release his frustration for not kissing her when all he wanted to do was lock his lips on her, when she read his difficulty to resist she smiled as she leaned even closer.

She moved her head in a slow dance, from side to side as she leaned even closer.

His gaze set on her contemplating her beauty.

She tilted her head to the side, he could feel her breath on his lips and she smiled when her body was just longing to kiss him as much as he probably was.

He deciphered he felt the same and took advantage of the situation to make things even more complicated for her. He smirked as he rested his hands on her neck, she swallowed down at his sudden taking charge of the situation and switching the roles.

"I want to join the game." He whispered, cupping her chin with his hands, stopping it from dancing slowly.

"you said I couldn't kiss you but I suppose I can kiss you on the neck then." He whispered as he kept staring at her lips leading her to unconsciously do the same, he didn't even wait for her answer and promptly peppered a soft kiss all over the side of her neck.

"Can I kiss you here?" He asked, Roselyn, nodded, it was so hard to resist that she regretted having challenged him at the first place in such a hard gaze, "you can." She breathed out her answer, shivers ran through his neck where he kissed her, she missed his touch on her.

Before challenging him she shall have remembered that she was playing with such a competitive boy who would have made her work for an eventual victory.

"And can I kiss you here?" He asked as his kisses moved to her chest, sweetly and passionated on her ribs and then all over her collarbones. Her breath shortened and her heart raced so fast in her chest that she held her breath to calm down.

"Yes, you can." she vociferated out, shivers ran all through her spin and when he stopped to kiss only to look at her straightly in her eyes she felt butterflies in her stomach.

He leaned over, straightly to her mouth, and when Roselyn closed her eyes, waiting for the kiss he stopped, only a few inches away.

"What a shame I can't kiss you right now." He whispered, right when he did Roselyn lost her control over her body needs and let her feelings take over as she kissed him, locking her lips with his.

He smiled, kissing her more passionately and pushing her against the wall. Like two magnets their bodies couldn't stay apart before attracting and sticking together.

At his push, her back crushed against the wall and his hands slipped through her skirt exploring her skin and caressing it as if he was touching it the first time. His cold hand massages slowly through his skin in sweet motions until his two big hands reached over her breast and Roselyn gasped for air.

"I hate you for having taken over at my own game," Roselyn departed from the kiss to comment. John offered a mischievous proud grin and then he kissed her once again to beg for forgiveness, "I lost now too." He said, giving up to the silly game to dive in their passionate turn.

Roselyn smiled as well, he squeezed her hips and after a second he speeded teleporting her into their room. He pinned her down as she giggled, "I missed that." She commented about his urge to speed her to the bedroom because he couldn't wait to claim her as they did in the past.

It was a few weeks since they didn't do much, due to John's puzzlement about his father's death and Roselyn didn't want to rush the situation nor to force him.

"Me too," John replied, he kissed her again and again until his kisses stroked her silent, and all that came out of her mouth were sweet suffocated moans.

He took off her dress, she arched her back, goosebumps formed on her stomach for the cold. He then laid to the side as Roselyn slowly took off his shirt, he switched position pushing her on top of him.

She grabbed the sheet up to cover her back and shoulders for the cold and then slouched forward to kiss his sculptured abdomen.

"However I wasn't sure I would have lasted much longer," John said regarding the game they previously played.

Roselyn's kiss lowered down to his v line upon his hips and she heard him grunt at her kisses, they entwined their hands together holding onto each other.

John switched his position once again, penetrating in her and allowing her eyes to roll in an immersion of pleasure and satisfaction, his hardness filled her and started to thrust so deep and strong that she had to turn to the side and press her head over the pillow to suffocate the moans.

He painted as he held her hands tightly, her legs crossed over his back. they moved in a fast-slow dance as he held her thighs to get deeper in her and speed up.

They spent half of the night making up lost time, Roselyn's body fell on the bed as rain on the room, they kissed each other good night.