Saturday 31 January 2015

Denmark Lemon - Night of a King

I'm so sorry this took so long! 
But here it is finally!
Read, comment, and Enjoy!
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                “Let the King take care of you.” It was a low murmur, but it was all it took.

***

                The day had started like any other, Mathias had been leaving for work in a flurry of jackets and coffee, late like usual. However, he never seemed late enough to miss a goodbye kiss and his daily attempt to cop a feel of her behind.
                “Mathias!” She had scolded, tapping at his arm with the wooden spoon in her hand. She was making muffins like she usually did in the mornings. Her house frequently hosted visiting friends who dropped in randomly on their way past, and she always liked having some kind of baked good around to give them. Not to mention that Mathias ate half a batch by himself. Said man only chuckled at her evasion, dipping his index finger into the bowl of batter and lifting it to his lips. His tongue quickly wrapped around it, tasting the chocolate and staring playfully at her. She could only stand captivated by his boldness, a light blush coating her cheeks as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. He dipped down, catching her off guard again and pressing his lips against hers, parting them with a breath. He stepped closer, catching her bottom lip between his teeth. Their bodies were almost flush with one another, and Tatiana almost lost her thoughts when she was sharply reminded by a gradually stiffening feel against her lower body. She broke the kiss with a gasp and placed her hands against his chest, backing up against the counter. Mathias shot her a cheeky grin before running out the door, probably going to be terribly late for work.
                Tatiana had turned back to her muffins, a heaviness in her heart that hadn’t been there moments ago. She’d been with Mathias for a long while and couldn’t imagine her life without him. He stayed over so much that he practically lived at her house, sleeping in her bed but never pushing her, never going further than she was ready for. Her heart had almost burst the first time, when he’d told her he would wait for her, she’d never imagined he’d be so serious or committed. She loved him, and wished she could show him, but like a second ago she always pulled away.
                She just wanted to show him.
                And damn it all, she would.

***

                He was late. He usually arrived home at                six, it was now six fifteen. She knew she was being paranoid, but she couldn’t help it, nervousness was eating at her, spreading out from the red lace hanging low on her hips and tight around her chest. She’d put loose shorts and one of his shirts on overtop to make herself feel better, and subconsciously she knew it was she so could back out if she needed to. She heard keys jingling and rushed to the front door, pulling it open in such a flurry that Mathias just looked at her for a moment, his hands stunned and not moving from his keys. Then he relaxed, kissing her cheek as he huddled them into her house. “Miss me, gorgeous?”
                “Mmm.” She agreed, lacing her fingers with his and pulling him further into the house. She stopped and allowed him to step into her, stretching her hands up to play with the short blond hair at the nape of his neck.
                “If you’re going to be like this then I’ll come home late every day.” He murmured against her smiling lips. His hands attached themselves to her hips, instinctively pulling her against him. That was when she stiffened, feeling it against her.
“Sorry Tat,” he said with a sheepish grin, “guess I can’t help myself today.” He kissed her lightly and moved his hips from hers. His lips dashed to her neck, kissing along her collar bone, her shoulders, not helping slow the whirling of Tatiana’s mind. She had to say something, she couldn’t let this opportunity go by! But her mind couldn’t be pried from the soft lips kissing her skin until a sharp sting echoed on her shoulder. She looked at him, and he stood tall forcing her eyes to follow him upwards. He tugged the big shirt over her shoulder, showing more of the red strap. He pulled on it again and let it snap back lightly against her skin. “What’s this?”
She looked away but he caught her jaw between his thumb and forefinger. “Tat?”
“It’s….It’s for you…”
His eyes widened, and she could see them slowly darkening as his pupils grew. “You mean-”
He was cut off as she stepped towards him, putting her body flush against his. His hands gripped her hips holding there, but his words contradicted, “Are you sure, I mean-”
“It’s a matching set.” She blurt out, not having the courage to say anything more, but that seemed to be enough. A hand wrapped around to the small of her back and forced her closer against him, groaning at the contact he’d been denied for so long.
“Relax gorgeous," he whispered as he pressed her back up against a wall, “I know you’re nervous.” She nodded against his lips but was still tense, still so unsure, so inexperienced. He felt all of this and more, felt all of her hesitation and breathed once more in her ear.
“Let the King take care of you.”
His voice was so low, so erotic, Tatiana had never experienced anything like it. A shiver ran down her spine, buckling her knees until she was clutching at him to stay standing. He didn’t mind, he was clutching at her too, but for a different reason. He needed her, he’d needed her for a long time but he’d behaved because she’d needed him too, tonight he didn’t have to. But he’d restrain himself for now, he’d let her start slow before he claimed her fully.
His hands crept up her shirt and she shivered at the heat against her cold skin. His thumb traced the skin just beneath the underwire and felt her arc just a bit, just enough to show him she wanted more. Looking into her wide eyes that were tainted with excitement, he lifted her shirt (technically his shirt) and admired the new flesh revealed to him.    
                “God” He buried his face in her neck as his hot hands wandered over her skin, up her back and over her stomach leaving burning trails. His talented fingers pressing and squeezing at places that left her gasping. He nibbled his way between her breasts, pulling at the white bow in the middle of her bra. She hummed at the growl left his throat, knowing that he’d realised the connection between her bra and the colours of his flag. “You know just what gets me off.” He muttered, fingers fumbling with the clasp. As it dropped to the floor, Mathias pressed his chest to hers, groaning again at the flushed heat of her skin against his. He pressed his lips furiously back to hers, noting the lack of nervousness as his hand drifted down to a breast. They were stiffened to peaks already, begging for his attention which he did not deny. His thumb brushed over the nub, circling and tightening it between his fingers. Her mouth broke from him, falling back against the wall with a gasp.
                “Mathias”
                She felt his grin against her collarbone, as he slowly moved south. With every move, she felt her nervousness bubble up, her throat closing and mind clouding. So really, it was only her subconscious (that was tired of Tatiana constantly pushing away the man in front of her) that reacted by reaching out and fitting her hand on the hard length between them.
                Everything stopped, Mathias looked at her with wide eyes, his hot breath fanning over her cheeks. But she wanted to do this for him, and couldn’t deny that a heat pooled between her thighs at the thought of him getting hard for her. Experimenting, she stroked her hand along the length, watching his eyes flutter.
                “gud ja , bare sådan” (1).
                She felt his heavy breath on her neck, and the heat of his hand as he covered hers, pushing it harder onto him, squeezing her fingers around him.
                She could feel his muscles taut and hard against her, viciously fighting against himself to hold back. He’s held back enough, she decided, as she slid her hand from under his and slipped it beneath his waistband.
                It was hot, having him at her mercy like this, which surprised her because she’d never thought she’d enjoy this this much. Him, towering over her, broad shoulders hunched and slim hips thrusting into her hand like he couldn’t stop himself.
                “stoppe…stoppe” (2). He muttered, grinning at her breathlessly. “Can’t finish before I’ve had my wicked way with you.”
                God he loved that blush.
                He stripped himself of his clothes, noticing her eyes wandering over his chest. He chuckled, stepping closer and pressing himself against her. He didn’t break eye contact as his burning hands wandered to cup her thighs, lifting her. She wrapped her legs around his waist in surprise, feeling his erection tight against her covered core.
                She leaned up, eagerly pressing her lips to his as they stumbled through the living room and into her bedroom. His eyes lit up in mischief as he tossed her onto the bed, following her down before she had a chance to collect herself and they both groaned as he rolled his hips into her, mouth ducking down to capture a breast.
                Her fingers tousled in his hair, mind wandering in fog. Why on earth had she ever been nervous about this?
                “ahhh Mathias-” His fingers had slipped under the shorts and tightened around her clit, rolling it between the calloused pads of his fingertips.
                “Mmm, say that again.” He was so hard, and it was only getting worse with every breathy call of his name. He slipped lower, rubbing against her outer lips. He mumbled against the side of a breast before recapturing her lips, “you’re so wet.”
                “Because of you.” She whispered back.
                She heard a string of fast Danish fall from his lips, then, “are you ok?” Because he’d gone through too many cold showers alone, had finished in a silent rush too many times, and now his beautiful girlfriend was beneath him naked and his cock was hard in that painful way from not being buried in her.
                He’d shrugged off the rest of her clothes a minute ago, and they now lay somewhere in the room, neither of them cared where. His words were timed with a deep roll against her, and the heat and pleasure of skin and skin brought moans out of both of them.
                “Mathias, please-” She couldn’t think, she was too warm and yet cold without him, she needed him in a way she’d never felt before.
                He didn’t wait, needing her as much as she needed him, and sheathed himself fully inside her, collapsing against her as he waited.
                “oh.” She breathed as she felt the unfamiliar sensation of being so full. Her walls squeezed as she thought about the fact that it was him who was filling her.
                He was trying to distract himself, nipping at the skin on her neck, pinching her nipples, anything to keep himself from moving before she was ready. And then she was rolling her hips, moving him against her and he couldn’t really help himself. His hips slowly pulled out and slammed back in, movements becoming smoother, faster. She was clutching at his back and calling his name, voice cracking as it went higher and higher as she felt the coil in her tightening. The man above her was glistening, a sheen of sweat coating his body as he slammed both of their bodies to the finish.
                “Mathias – I’m – ”
                “Me too-” he grunted back, hips pistoning and then her back was arching and her breasts were pushing into the air and her lips were parting in a moan of his name. God, it was enough to spur his own end as he sputtered to an end inside her.
                He didn’t move yet, forearms bracing him above her, foreheads touching, chests heaving, and stupid content smiles on their lips.
                “Wasn’t so bad was it?” Mathias said, chuckling.
                She laughed back, jostling as he fell onto the bed beside her, wrapping himself around her small frame. “No, not at all.” She yawned.
                She felt soft lips on her temple, “go to sleep.” His voice was low as if he too was falling asleep, and she was content to do just that, with a small smile on her lips as just before she closed her eyes, she saw her Denmark themed panties hanging from the curtain rod.      
                
Translations:
(1) God yes, just like that
(2) Stop…stop
                                        

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