The Legend of Arturo King

by L. B. Dunbar

  “Let me stay the night?” I whispered in her ear.

  “Arturo … I don’t…” She stopped speaking for a moment as I bit her again, followed by the lick and blow.

  “Just let me stay. If all I do is hold you, it will be enough.”

  She turned in my arms, letting her hip brush along my firmness again, and slid her hands slowly up the front of my shirt before wrapping her hand in my tie. Oh the things I will do to her with that tie when she is ready. I would let her do the same to me, but tonight I promised to hold her. I would let my own hands be the bonds.

  One of her hands slipped to the top button of my shirt and slowly she began to unbutton. She looked unsure and I noticed the innocent shaking of her fingers as she worked the small holes. I wouldn’t last two more seconds at this torturous rate and when she had three undone, I reached behind my head and tugged the dress shirt with tie and undershirt in one pull to expose my bare chest. I needed skin contact.

  I shivered when she stared at me like she was right now. She smoothed her hand over my warm skin, slowly mapping out each hill and valley of my taut abs up to my solid chest, over my smooth shoulders, and then traveled down each arm. She seemed torn which arm to measure with her eyes as she glanced over my tattoos again before letting her fingers draw lazily over the sword.

  “This is so beautiful,” she whispered. “I don’t have any, as you know.”

  “What would you get if you did?”

  “I don’t know,” she said honestly.

  I leaned forward to brush my lips against hers. This wasn’t going to be the consuming kiss of earlier. I was going to take my time with her and explore as much of her as she would offer. I began by running delicate fingertips up her arms to the thick straps of her dress, slipping my fingers under each shoulder piece and pulling them in opposite directions. I kept my eyes fixed on her sapphire blues. The glow had not left them from early this night and now in the low light of her room they seemed to gleam brighter with her desire.

  When she didn’t stop me, I continued to drag each strap until her shoulders were exposed, but the bend in her elbows kept the dress from releasing her breasts.

  “You don’t have on a bra?” I swallowed in the sudden knowledge that she hadn’t had anything underneath this dress all night.

  “It cuts too low,” she replied. Another fact I already knew as I let my eyes travel the exposed skin between her breasts over and over again, wishing it was my tongue. On that thought, I bent slightly and let my tongue trace the delicacy I had desired all evening. I pushed her elbows gently to straighten and allow the dress bodice to fall the remainder of the way, giving her breasts the freedom I craved.

  I pulled back to admire her.

  “You are so beautiful,” I sighed before pressing her backward to the edge of the bed.

  “Only as far as you want to go,” I reminded her in an authoritative voice. I knew she was innocent, but willing; however, I didn’t know how willing.

  She nodded in acknowledgement and stopped when her legs hit the edge of the bed. The top of her body was fully revealed to me but I wanted to see all of her. I let my hands move from her arms to her waist and slipped the material over her hips. There was no zipper, it was simply gathered at her waist and stretched easily over her hips, cascading like a waterfall to the floor. I audibly gulped when I saw the thin fabric that barely covered her mound.

  “What is that?” I swallowed. She laughed softly, knowing I recognized the material, but seeing the translucent lace stretched across her dark mound of hair, my jeans reached a new level of tightness.

  “Sit down,” I demanded softly and Guinie scooted onto the bed. She crawled like she was going to the center, but I wanted her on the edge and I ran my hands up her thighs then gripped them firmly for a moment to still her movement.

  “Stay here,” I rasped as I knelt in front of her. Her eyes opened wide.

  “This okay?” I asked as I slid one hand up to her center and under the thin strip of material, entering her quickly with a finger in hopes she would say yes.

  She nodded before speaking.

  “I’ve never…” She blushed and I saw it start at her breasts and warmly spread across her neck. I took one of her breasts into my mouth in hopes to capture that glow as I worked another finger into her. She instinctively opened her legs farther and I moved forward on my knees to be aligned with her body and hugged by her thighs.

  I licked a trail to the other breast and Guinie groaned as she finally placed her fingers in my hair, working a massaging rhythm along my scalp, holding me in place against her breast. I used my tongue to tickle her nipple, then my mouth took her flesh inside and I moistened her before pulling back to blow softly against the sensitive skin and watch the pinkness stand at attention. Delicious, I thought, but my mind wandered to another sweet treat and I began a slow descent over her stomach.

  “Grab the pillow and place it behind you.” I watched as Guinie reached for the pillow then shoved it behind her lower back and leaned on her elbows.

  I was still working between her legs and I used my free hand to smooth over her thin stomach. “Perfect,” I growled as my second hand slid down to join the first. Pushing her thighs wider, I continued with my finger assault as I blew against her wetness.

  “Arturo,” she sighed and tried to squeeze her legs together.

  “Want me to stop?” I blew into her again.

  She immediately opened her thighs and I laughed softly before placing my lips on her. Going down on her was like making out with another part of her body. I used my lips to suck her, and my tongue to massage her, and my fingers continued to work at the nub that seemed to bring her the fullest pleasure. I nipped then slipped my tongue inside her folds, holding her open with my fingers and drinking in her wetness. She was excited and I could feel the walls of her begin to contract. The release was coming.

  “Arturo?” she questioned on a moan. I knew she had never experienced this before. She didn’t know what to expect and this made my mission all the sweeter as I continued to tease the pleasure from her. Her legs stiffened and held still, and I smiled against her knowing that this was her sign she was coming. I liked that I could recognize this about her and that I was the one to cause it to happen.

  “Arturo, Arturo, Arturo,” she whisper-groaned as her head fell back and her eyes closed. Naked, laying back in ecstasy, she was a vision of seduction and possession in one. I unbuttoned my own jeans as I continued to slow my motions with her steady climb downward.

  When I looked up at her, her eyes were opened wide and she was staring at me.

  “Did you like that?” I addressed between her legs before meeting her gaze.

  “Teach me how to do that to you.”

  My God, I thought as I stood and finished removing my jeans. She’s going to kill me with her willingness.

  Guinevere

  I had no idea what to do with the massive anatomy that stood before me. I had never really seen a penis this close up before. I had obviously touched Arturo the other night. I had touched the bulge through others’ clothing before, either with my hands or pressed up against someone, but never, ever like this, staring me in the face and making me wonder what to do next.

  Arturo was patient, and I couldn’t have been more thankful in my awkwardness. I placed one hand on his firm hip and the other wrapped around him, watching a drop of liquid form on the end. I ran my thumb over the sticky whiteness and he moaned, placing his hand on the back of my head, running his own fingers through my hair.

  He seemed hesitant, like he wanted to force me forward, but was holding back from scaring me. I leaned toward him and opened my mouth to take him in. At first, I wasn’t sure I was doing anything correctly other than sucking greedily on his shaft. He was smooth and warm and solid, and I forced him farther into my mouth. I let my tongue slap across him and trace up the vein in the center before pulling to the head and rolling my tongue around and around. Then I slipped my mouth down over him again and
started all over.

  I took his groan as encouragement and his hand tightened in my hair. He rocked toward me and I gagged slightly. He stopped immediately, mumbled an apology, and I placed both my hands on his hips to steady him, or possibly myself, as I continued to work up and down, up and down, sucking hard on him. Eventually my hand moved to massage the sac at the end of him and he hissed.

  “Fuck, Guinie. You’re gonna make me come.” He gently tried to push me away, but I clamped my lips firmly around him and sucked upward.

  “Guinie, I’m warning you, this part you might not … ah,” he growled as I squeezed his balls and took him as far as I could inside my watering mouth. I felt the sudden shock of something squirting inside, and I swallowed hard the bitter salty taste, willing myself to finish him off.

  He pushed my shoulders more forcefully this time and I released the suction hold I had on his body. I swallowed again and wiped my lips delicately as I felt myself drool.

  “Guinie … that was incredible.”

  I looked up to his face where his dark eyes beamed down at me in the dimly lit room. He looked satisfied and I had to smile up at him.

  “My God, you are amazingly beautiful,” he said as he leaned down to kiss me sweetly for a moment before pulling back.

  “I’m going to clean up and be right back.”

  I watched him bend to pick up his clothing and cross the room. He didn’t re-dress and I ogled his muscular back and fine ass as he went to his own room. Uncertain what to do with myself, I made to move off the bed and retrieve something to put on when I heard his voice.

  “Don’t move. And don’t dress.”

  I waited a moment or two before he returned with only a pair of boxer briefs on and a T-shirt in hand.

  “I like you in my clothing,” he said as he held my arms up and slipped a soft, well-worn band T-shirt over me. Nights, it said in an elaborate scroll across the chest.

  He winked at me as he took in my appearance.

  “Time for sleep,” he said, and helped me move into the center of the bed, pulled down the blanket, and slipped both of us underneath.

  I faced him while he tucked us in and kissed me one more time before telling me to roll over. He pulled me into his warm protective shell with an arm over me, knees bent to cradle me from behind and feet braced under mine. He was like a coat of armor around me, nuzzling my hair for a few moments. I felt strung up and, although satiated, I didn’t think I could relax to sleep. I could feel every part of him pressed against me from behind and my blood was pumping increasingly faster through me.

  “Guinie, you’re tense again. What’s wrong?” he said as he kissed the back of my neck softly with a peck.

  “I don’t know. I’m okay,” I sighed.

  “Am I making you uncomfortable?” He kissed my shoulder.

  “No.”

  “Was it too much all at once?” He kissed the side of my neck.

  “No.”

  “I can’t let you go tonight, Guinie. Please don’t make me leave.” He nibbled on the spot between my neck and shoulder.

  “Of course. It’s … it’s just that…”

  He bit me gently and I squirmed.

  “It’s just what, Guinie?” He blew on my neck lightly.

  “You’re turning me on again,” I said boldly, loudly, and then tried to cover my face even though he couldn’t see me from behind.

  He pushed up on an elbow behind me and rolled me slightly so he could look at my face. He brushed my hand away and stared at me with a crooked smile.

  “My Guinie has further needs?” he said as he leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. “Your wish is my command,” he said with a laugh as he threw back the covers and rolled onto me, kissing me with his intense passion and firing up that pulse again to a full explosion between my legs.

  A week passed in this nightly bliss of experimentation and discovery of one another’s body. I was new to the overwhelming sensations I felt all over, but I was eager to learn and Arturo was amazingly patient. I tried not to let my mind catch me up in the thought that this was the reason he was called a chivalrous lover. He was kind and giving, concerned that I enjoyed myself and purely satisfied before he taught me how to satisfy him. He was encouraging of my adventuresome spirit and I learned about myself that I was quite interested in doing everything with him. However, having sex with Arturo King had not happened. He did not pressure me for the final deed, assuring me that he was perfectly happy with how our physical relationship was developing. It was me who was growing restless with desire to know what Arturo might feel like inside me.

  We spent our days in an unstructured schedule of Arturo and the band practicing in the barn while I practiced on my own in my room. In the afternoons, we would meet for lunch and some lazy activity in the pool, on the lake, or in the small town near Lake Avalon. For the first time in a long time, I felt happy, truly happy, but I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. I couldn’t help but think it was all too good to be true for me. Being with Arturo seemed too easy.

  So a week after the first night Arturo slept in my room, the answers to my questioning concern began to slowly reveal themselves.

  Arturo asked me to join him for dinner, and all I knew was to dress nicely and meet him near the pool. The night was surprisingly warm considering the northern position in the state and the heavily wooded area surrounding us. I had on another cotton maxi dress, strapless and loosely straight. In royal blue, my eyes glowed brighter in complement to this color, and I let my hair hang long and loose as well. I felt pretty as I walked around the dimly lit pool to meet Arturo next to a table set for two. The grounds were lit with sparkling white miniature lights and candles adorned the cement walkway and grassy area behind us. It was serene and beautiful, and I was overcome with the romantic nature of it.

  Arturo had been pacing nervously back and forth as I crossed the flagstone patio and cornered the pool area. He appeared lost in thought until he acknowledged my presence and approached me. He was fierce in his embrace as he gripped my face and kissed me hard. It was as if he hadn’t seen me for months and he needed me for air. He sucked in my lips and kissed, and kissed, and kissed before forcing his tongue into my mouth to siege me with desire. The effect was instant. I whimpered as I melted into him, and the pulsing sensation I had grown to recognize in myself began instantly. My physical need for him was becoming an obsession, and I once again tried to keep my mind clear of my emotions, which were rapidly growing into a major crush on this unobtainable man.

  Arturo pulled back slowly, holding my eyes captive with his dark ones.

  “You look beautiful,” he said in a husky voice as he slipped his hands down my arms to take each of my hands in his and walk backward to bring us closer to the table. I took in the setting that included fine china, silverware, and glasses for champagne. I looked at him quizzically.

  “I thought we’d celebrate,” he said as he released a hand to reach for the open bottle and pour me a glass.

  I smiled at him as he presented me with one and took the other for himself.

  “I’m not a fan of this stuff, but it seemed like the right beverage for a celebration.”

  I laughed at the formality of his voice and vocabulary.

  “And what are we celebrating?”

  “My birthday.”

  “What?” I said too loudly, lowering the glass that he was ready to toast against.

  “Today is my birthday. I’m twenty-six.”

  “Why didn’t I know this?” I said, slightly incredulous.

  “Because you seem like the type to worry about buying a present, and I didn’t want you stressing over anything so silly. I have everything I need right now and I’m happy to share this night with you.”

  I looked into his dark eyes to see he was completely serious.

  “Still, I-” He covered my mouth with a quick kiss.

  “Everything. I. Need.” He kissed me again. He pulled back and tapped his glass against mine.
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br />   “Happy birthday. To me.” He took a sip of the bubbly drink and I did the same.

  “I actually have another reason for us to celebrate.”

  I looked at him as he placed his glass on the table. He took mine from me and reclaimed his hold on both of my hands. I suddenly felt like he was holding onto me as if I might run away from him, and my heart began to race across my chest with a growing fear.

  “I might have audiotaped you playing the other night at Morte’s concert. And I might have sent it in to my friend at 4G. And she might have really loved your sound. You have an interview with them in another week on Monday.”

  He continued to grip my hands harder, fear of flight definitely in his voice. He was attempting to be playful, but the hesitancy in his voice made me realize he was worried I would be angry. I should have been angry. He had taped my playing without my permission. He had sent the audition into his friend knowing I was still only considering the proposition. He had gotten the interview without consulting me, but his hopeful expression and its underlying excitement wouldn’t allow me to impart my anger.

  I let my shoulders release the tension I clearly felt over his news when I realized it wasn’t so serious and I smiled partially.

  “I wish you would have consulted with me before you did this,” I said and his eyes fell to my mouth.

  “And had I known I might have played something edgier, knowing that your friend’s group is into that.” His head bent toward my feet.

  “But I will admit I am intrigued and it was very thoughtful of you to be so concerned about me.” His head shot up so he could look at me.

  “So thank you. I look forward to Monday.”

  He kissed me again in his powerful way and I had to grip his wrists as his hands cupped my face in order to not fall backward at the invasion of his mouth. He pulled back sharply.

  “I am concerned, you know. About everything that has to do with you. I care about you, Guinie, and I want things for you that I think will make you shine.”

  I should have felt relief at these words, but I didn’t. For him to say he cared about me made me feel like something someone would say to a grandmother. I cared about him as well, but it was so much more than that. I cared about what he thought of me and I wanted him to like me. More than like me.