by Seyna Rytes
"Bedroom?"
And I can tell it's not only the direction of my bedroom he's enquiring for, but more than anything: my consent. I nod frenetically and a glorious smile illuminates his handsome features. His eyes turning indigo…
He pecks at my lips before demanding, this time:
"Which way?"
I point a trembling finger in the direction of my room and Magnus takes us there in a few long, determined strides.
By the time we've entered the room and kicked the door close, he's kissed his way down my neck, getting close to my throat. I feel hot and dizzy. Excited, overwhelmed and turned way the fuck on!
Having made it to the foot of my bed, Magnus sets me on my feet and sits down, pulling me between his spread thighs. Arms wrapped around my body, chin resting on my belly, he's gazing into my face. Hair disheveled, lips swollen and overall looking entirely too edible!
Running my fingers through his soft golden locks, I ask in a breathless voice:
"Is there a car waiting for us outside?"
He shakes his head, still not letting go of me. I love his affectionate ways. His touch, his kisses, his caresses. The intimate contact and warmth, so far from the strictly sexual interactions I thought we'd have.
"I rented one. Wanted you all to myself."
With my fingers running over his strong, handsome features, I can't help but smile, shaking my head.
"I don't think you have a clear grasp of this whole incognito gig, Your Majesty."
He nips at my skin through my top, making me shiver, before responding.
"Haven't brought any crowd to your home, Ms. Camara. I think I'm doing just fine."
When he lifts my shirt and licks a path to my belly button, a shiver runs through my entire body and I let out in an exhale:
"Fine, indeed."
Mag' chuckles against my skin and ducks his head under my shirt. His hands travel north to cup my breasts, starting a gentle and maddening kneading motion. I feel my fingers grip tighter on his hair, but he doesn't seem to mind: his teeth graze and elicit a myriad of frissons. His tongue tastes my shivering flesh. He gently scrapes at my quivering belly. It's all the more exciting, because I can't see or anticipate his caresses.
The room is silent except for the soft noises of his kisses and my aroused moans.
He pulls his head out, pupils now dilated, irises fire blue, face flushed, ragged breaths landing on my damp skin and adding to the delicious sensations.
"I want to see you," Magnus says in a voice that is deepened by desire.
His long, elegant fingers rolling my nipples in a slow, crazing gesture. I can't help but drop my head back, inhaling sharply from pleasure so intense I think I might come!
He slides his hands under my sweater and continues his ministrations through the thin layer of my lacy bra. My breathing turns even more ragged and I grab onto his massive shoulders for dear life.
When his teeth start pulling at the button of my jeans, I jump and take a step back. Looking at Magnus with what I'm sure are panicked eyes… Taking in the whole scene: this big and strong almost-stranger sitting on my bed, with a hard-on to beat all boners. Looking at me like he's about to swallow me whole. My panties damp, my nipples hard-rock, my breathing erratic.
But my mind starts to catch up, to wonder, to fear. What if he didn't keep his word? What if he's about to convince me to do things the way he wants? What if this is just me falling for the same type of asshole, all over again?...
Magnus stands, a worried gaze on his face. Fuck, he's beautiful! A blond giant made of pure, heavy muscle. His casual clothes fit him too well to be anything be tailored. Reminding me how different we are. His gorgeous features make my heart beat faster, not because I'm afraid but for all the attraction I feel towards this magnificent man.
"Ina?" He asks softly. "What's wrong?"
"I… I don't…" I shake my head, defeated. "I'm not sure."
His eyes bore into mine for a bit, before he holds his hand out. I hesitate before taking a step forward and taking it. It's just holding hands, dammit!
Magnus presses me against his massive chest. His big, soothing hands rubbing my back. His soft lips pressing tender kisses on my hair, forehead and cheeks. While his smooth baritone delivers sweet words:
"It's OK, Ina. Nothing has to happen. I'm so happy you agreed to spend time with me. I love holding you just like this. You're beautiful and you feel so good. So fucking good. I love your body."
His hands start roaming down my back, over my waist, grazing my butt. And, the soothing sensation starts turning into a blazing inferno, all over again! But, to my surprise, Mag' doesn't push things in that direction. He holds me by the shoulders and brings us to sit on the bed. His back resting against the headboard, with me plopped into his lap. His long legs stretched out over my duvet, feet dangling off. My ass snug in his groin, enjoying and dying under the hard poke of his dick!
I'm sitting sideways, legs off the bed. My hands resting loosely on his shoulders, while his large ones circle my waist.
He brings his head closer, till our foreheads are touching. Rubs his long, straight nose over my face.
We're so close, I can see the tiny freckles dotting his golden skin.
"What's wrong?" Magnus asks gently, with a quick peck of his full lips on mine.
I swallow the lump in my throat, turn my face to the side to exhale deeply, but can't fight back the sting of tears invading my eyes.
"Sorry, I'm a mess."
He responds tenderly:
"We all are, honey. Would you like me to leave?"
I bring my eyes back to his and shake my head with vehemence. At least this is the one thing I'm sure off!
"OK, I'll stay for as long as you want me here."
He presses another soft kiss on my mouth before enquiring:
"Would you still like to go out?"
I move my head from side to side.
"Not really. Unless you want to…"
He mimics my gesture, smiling.
"Nope: I'm perfectly fine, right here."
Another kiss, with a longer press this time…
I kick off my boots and set myself more comfortably on his huge body. Feeling engulfed in a mass of muscles and warmth. The sensation is comforting and arousing, all at once.
Mag' follows suit, pushing his shoes off his feet and arranging us against the pillows.
We're fully clothed and the room is warm, so no need for blankets.
The side of my face resting on his large chest, I listen to his strong heartbeat. One palm on his pec, my other arm at his muscular back. I close my eyes, finally calming down. My pussy sends a few quivers at our proximity, his scent, the heat emanating from his body, the mere feel of him… but I choose to ignore my lust and enjoy our cuddling.
Magnus's hands travel along my body, at the same time soothing and stimulating. Gifting me with the warmth of a safe cocoon, and maintaining the fire burning at my core.
Basking in peace and comfort, I feel myself drift away…
Chapter Three
MAGNUS
At some point in the middle of the night, I wake up with a stiff neck and rearrange us on the bed. Ina gathered in my arms, my heavy leg thrown over her full hip. We’re both lying on her queen sized mattress, the warm duvet thrown over our tangled bodies.
I stay awake in the dark, trying to find sleep with her curvy form pressed flush against my hard one... Her floral scent right in my nose. The feel of her heavy breasts against my chest. Her big, curly hair tickling my face. Mission impossible. I wake her by whispering her name through kisses:
“Ina."
She stirs lazily.
"Hmmm…"
"I'm gonna leave now, honey."
"You don't wanna stay?"
She mumbles, making me chuckle.
"No, babe. I'll see you tomorrow. Get some rest."
"Mm-kay. You're welcome in my bed anytime. So warm and comfy…"
I smile, shaking my head at how
cute half-asleep Ina sounds.
* * *
I'm back at the hotel now, laying in my own bed, in our suite's master. I can tell by the light coming through the large bay windows that it's close to sunrise. Gaze lost over the horizon, I wonder what Alex has been up to. We haven't seen each other since agreeing on letting our staff prove they're worth the ridiculous amounts of money we pay them, and disconnecting from work. Wonder if he got lucky with Ina's assistant...
Ina. The thought of her brings a bitter-sweet smile to my lips. Is she back at work? We might be in the same building at this very moment. In two completely different positions.
My mind's eye evokes her gorgeous features. Big brown eyes, rounded nose, full, juicy lips. The dark shade of her soft skin, that I want to lick from head to toe. Her curly hair, I'd love to fist while she swallows my cock. Motherfucker starts growing long and hard…
I was in heaven yesterday with my hands full of her round ass. Her big breasts filling my large palms. Her taut nipples, hardening under my fingers. My mouth, invading hers, licking and sucking the soft skin of her neck. My teeth, grazing at the tender expanse of her belly. I was so close to tasting her pussy, I could smell her arousal. My mouth starts watering at that thought. Fuck!
This is why I don't do shit like that: go out with women who are not just up for a roll in the hay, a good time, a one and done. I don't do complications and I knew from the get-go Ina is as complex as they come.
She’s clearly had bad experiences with men and doesn't trust me or her attraction to me.
I don't even know if we'll sleep together before I leave California…
This is not me: spending the night at some woman's house, a couple of days after I met her. Sleeping with her fully dressed. Being a considerate gentleman... Who the fuck am I, right now?!
I think it might be time for The Magnum King to come out and play. Let Ms. Camara be and find myself a more suitable partner. Someone in line with my usual.
* * *
INA
Waking up without Magnus was pure torture... After falling asleep in his strong arms, my head resting against the warm expanse of his muscled chest. My pillows, still smelling of his natural musk and the woodsy fragrance of his expensive cologne. I reminisce on the feel of his large hands all over my body. The delicious taste of his mouth. How tall, big and handsome he is. His deep, teasing voice. The laughter falling easily off his mouth. His growls of arousal. The promise of his stiff cock… And I can’t help but slide my hand in my underwear. Finding my folds sleek and swollen. Parting the sensitive flesh with trembling fingers. Images of the first time I met Magnus filling my head: his massive body, all golden skin and piles of muscles over muscles. The messy blond locks falling over his face. The vision of his huge dick, when the sheets slid down… Two of my fingers pump inside my leaking pussy with sloppy noises, while my thumb rolls my clit, getting me closer to the edge! When I add a third finger and push deep, clamping my hand to my sex, my climax explodes from my contracting vagina and my throbbing clit. I moan Magnus’s name long and breathy. My hand, still cupping my center, while I come down from my orgasm with trembling after-waves.
I need to have this man. He excites me like no other. He awoke my body from deep slumber. A kiss from My King and this Sleeping Beauty came back to life.
I’m determined to throw caution to the wind and fully experience the pleasure Magnus promised.
I hesitate briefly about calling him right then and there, before grabbing my phone from the nightstand. If I wait till I get to work, my busy schedule might get in the way. Or he might make plans for later on today and I want to see him tonight.
He picks up after a few rings.
“Hey Ina.” He sounds more neutral than excited to hear me…
“Hi Magnus. Hum… how is it going?”
“Good, good. You slept well?”
“Yes, thanks for asking. I hope you were able to rest.”
“Yeah, I’m well rested. Thank you.”
Silence. That’s it? He’s not going to ask me out again?... Maybe he feels it’s my move now, since I’m the one who pulled the brakes last night? I take a deep breath and throw myself in the ring.
“How about a redo for last night’s cancelled date, Your Majesty?” Oooohhh, sassy: I like that!
Magnus stays quiet for a few seconds before responding.
“Last night wasn’t a date, honey.”
Bucket of cold water, meet Ina.
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t think you and I are going to happen, sweetheart.”
“What?... What are you talking about, Magnus?” I ask with incredulity.
I hear him sigh, long and deep. He sounds defeated when he speaks.
“I’m sorry, Ina. You’re beautiful and I’m incredibly attracted to you. And not only physically, you’re fun, intelligent and I wanted to have a good time together. But, that’s not who you are.”
“How would you know who I am, Magnus?” I question with a note of irritation.
“Come on, Ina. We said we’d spend the evening together and agreed to get physical. And what did we end up doing? Kissing, then falling asleep fully clothed. I’m not a teenager.”
“You said you were happy just to hold me. That you’d take what I give.”
“I was and I did, but I also have other needs and desires. And so do you, Ina. You need someone who has the time, space, energy and right circumstances to take it slow with you. Someone to whom you’ll open up and talk about whatever it is that’s holding you back from your own cravings.”
He stops for a beat, his words sinking in. Hurting and at the same time resonating with so much truth.
“I’m sorry, honey. I wish my situation was different. Wish I could be the man for you."
"I don't need all that, Magnus. I'm a grown woman. I know what I want and it's you. Here and now. Completely. No more restriction, honey." I pause before adding. "I want you to fuck me."
"Fuck!" He lets out, voice filled with frustration.
"Ina, I'm looking out for you here. Just last night, you almost ran away from me when I tried opening your fucking pants! A few hours later, you want me to believe you're ready for us to fuck?"
"It's the truth, though," I say, defeated.
"Goodbye, Ina. I'm really sorry. Wish things were different."
"Bye, Mag'."
I hear the click of the call disconnecting and stare at the phone in my hand. Dumbfounded.
Things can't just end this way between us! Not with the passion we share, the fire burning between us. You're not getting rid of me this easily, Your Majesty!
* * *
MAGNUS
An entire day and evening wasted! I rake my fingers through my damp hair. Feeling relieved after a very welcomed shower. The smells of tobacco, sweat, alcohol and perfume finally washed off my body.
I've spent most of my day and evening roaming through the exclusive country clubs, restaurants, bars and even a couple of night-clubs (pathetic!) throughout Monterey and its neighboring towns, in search of a hookup… Deplorable, I know. And the worst part is, I have nothing to show for it: not a single woman caught my eye, not one of the dozen or so who threw themselves at me elicited even an ounce of the blaze Ina ignites in my body. Of the way she intrigues my mind and appeals to my entire being.
Fuck! I don't know how to undo this morning's conversation, how to convince her we should give it another try…
There is no way my mind will settle, unless I can bury myself deep and hard inside her body!
In the meantime, I'll just have to rub one out…
Exiting the opulent bathroom, still toweling my hair dry, I make my way to the California King sized bed, with a stiffening dick.
The master bedroom is unlit, with only the city lights coming through the open curtains. And, that's most likely why, at first, I don't realize there's a form sitting on my bed. A woman... What I briefly take for a mere shadow, is a full-figured female sitting at the foot of my be
d on her haunches, hands resting on her thighs. The closer I get, the clearer the vision: her body's encased in nothing but a lacy scrap of lingerie. Exposed, offered. Eyes made up in a smoky, seductive fashion. Hair enticingly curled, making my fingers hitch to pull, grab, fist… Her mouth painted fire-engine red. The tip of her pink tongue poking out to briefly lick at her lip. Her teeth digging into the plump flesh.
Ina came to me.
* * *
INA
I always thought I knew men and my effect on them. Thought I understood exactly to which category of women I belong. Beautiful, attractive but not a femme fatale… Turns out I was wrong all along.
When Magnus walked out of the shower stark naked, drying his hair, his muscular arm contracted by the motion, I almost jumped him right then and there! But I managed to hold back. Contained myself and held my pose, waiting for his eyes to find me, for his reaction…
As he gets closer, the vision of his massive body makes me squirm and wet myself. Rippling muscles, thick thighs, long, heavy torso, flat stomach and the swing of his heavy cock, that's somehow semi-erect. I can't help but lick and bite my lips at that sight!
That's when Magnus's eyes get used to the quasi-darkness and find me.
At first he's arrested, startled. His heated gaze travels over my immobile form. Drinking me in, eating me up.
