Spent

The anticipation grew with every day we went without.
The heat of his body against me reiterating the pulse in my veins, in my nerves, in the slick wetness of my folds.
When he released me each time, each day; I was longing, I was begging. I was trying to exercise patience in frustration. Hating not taking him home to rock the tension to sleep, wanting his taste on my tongue, the curves of my body gripped in rough and sweet hands.
To put it mildly I wanted the king to crown his queen in slow thrusts, filling me with him as I am emptied of my wants.
He created my need for him, giving me the pleasure I have sought all my life, lusting over what he loves like every time is a first time.
He's trouble, and I both curse it and crave it.
My weakness I would do whatever he asks of me, his pleasure feeding me the growls of his base tone that make me fall to My knees, watching him biting his lip, watching me, pouring all of him into my mouth, into my soul.
He fits snuggly and safely in me where he belongs. We are shaped together, clinging to hair, clawing at skin, grasping the sheets, gasping for air as we cum together and fall asleep spent.