5. Nia

I don't know who the fuck that queen was. That boss lady who just told her man he's hers. Nope, never met her a day in my life. Well, that's a lie. I'm that woman at work, getting shit done, protecting my social cases like I'm a Momma Bear and they're my cubs. I'm her with my family and friends. Ready to rip off the head of anyone who might hurt them. But in my love life? I've always been cautious, distant. Never met a man I felt I could fully open to. I've been having fun since I started dating in my late teens. Crushes, emotions I sometimes mistook for love, both good and bad sex. But it was all somewhat… remote. But tonight? With this man? I let out a tiny huff of a laugh, shaking my head. I feel compelled to give it ALL. Not only my starving body, but also all the love my heart can. All the attention, the devotion, the care, the support. Unconditionally. From my very soul.

I tighten my grip through the silky strands of his beautiful ebony hair and purr, "now stop asking for my fucking consent. You have it. One thousand percent. And I know I have yours. Fucking show me, already."

He bursts out laughing. It's loud, deep, pure, beautiful. Contagious and arousing. My man is so fucking hot…

But you know what they say, be careful what you wish for… Before I can recover from the effect of Kenji's heavenly bark of laughter, he slides his big hands under my thick ass and lifts me up. Bending, he hoists me up his shoulders, his mouth in direct contact with my soaked panties and the even wetter pussy they're clinging to! The lace molded to my engorged folds. I yelp, fisting his hair with one hand and raising the other in hope to find my grasp, but the ceiling is way too high. This motherfucker is gonna drop me! From all his six feet plus of giant-ness! Shit! But before I can spiral into panic, he takes a step forward, pressing my back to a wall. Then the fun fucking resumes…

His midnight eyes never leaving mine, Ken runs the tip of his straight, masculine nose along my damp, lace-covered slit, inhaling my scent. Then his tongue takes the same path. Slow, steady, strong… Fuuuuck…. He laps me with the flat of his strong tongue, then sucks the moisture from my thong, pulling the fabric tighter over my hot, pulsing flesh. Making me exhale, "oh fuck…" I can't see his lower face, but his eyes brighten with a twinkle. This time, I let out a coarse, "asshole…" And I see his broad shoulders ripple with a brief laughter.

Kenji keeps sucking, licking, rubbing his nose over my pussy, and just plain driving me fucking insane. And I keep moaning, yelling, crying out his name, smothering his head between my trembling thighs, and pulling on his hair. It's fucking glorious. And we haven't even undressed yet. Then he moves his mouth higher and sucks on my clit. In a direct attack that sends a zing of pleasure coursing throughout my entire body. Good Lord in Heaven! No messing around, no fucking fumbling. My clit, his full, firm lips, suction. My orgasm fucking explodes before I can even fully understand what's happening. Fucking fireworks that shake me from head-to-toe, wreck me inside out, my pussy contracting, rippling with pleasure, weeping to be filled at the same time as my clit sparks under Ken's mouth. And he doesn't let go. Not until I'm fucking spent. Done for. I feel myself sag against his body. My chest lowering on top of his head, arms limp, legs only still wrapped over his massive shoulders because he's holding them there. He finally stops his appreciative humming noises and lowers me into his arms, chuckling. "I got you, sweet thing." He fucking better! Cause the man literally just sucked the life out of me.

I snuggle into his broad chest, feeling surrounded by his warmth, bathing in the delicious scent of him. Woodsy, dark, masculine. Amazing. And the way he effortlessly carries my big ass? Fuck me. This man.

My eyelids flutter open after a few more seconds of recovering from the great clit-sucking orgasm. And I finally look around. Ken's walking us through a long hallway with doors on each side of it. A collection of knives, swords, and a variety of bladed weapons hang on the walls. They look artisanal, made of different metals, woods, and shapes. Some are hand-sized, others stretch the length of the wall. Some are ornamented with jewels, others kept behind glass. They're all beautiful and the ensemble is fascinating.

"You collect blades?" I ask curiously.

He hums. "I do. That's my specialty. I'm a blade master. My nickname is Katana." His gaze is intense, unwavering. "You understand what kind of man I am?" I nod. "Good. It won't be easy." I nod again. "But you'll always come first." His eyes are fierce as the oath leaves his lips. "You and our little ones." Oh My God, is this man real?

I finally manage to answer, "okay."

"Good." He presses a kiss to my forehead before kicking open the door at the end of the hallway.

We walk into a huge master bedroom that looks exactly how I would have pictured Kenji's private space. All heavy dark woods, thick carpets, floor-to-ceiling windows. An immense bed facing the coastal view. Sober, elegant, masculine, luxurious.

He sits me on the bed and straightens, facing me. I watch in fascination as his massive shoulders roll to let his jacket drop off his body. I feel like a snake facing its charmer. Kenji's dark eyes stay glued to mine while he toes off his gorgeous leather dress shoes, makes quick work of pulling his socks off, and undoes his cufflinks. I instinctively lick my suddenly dry lips. I catch glimpses of bronze skin and swirls of ink through the open sleeves. Then he proceeds to torturously slowly undo the buttons of his shirt. Popping them one at a time. Like the greatest, sexiest, most enticing male stripper. Magic who?! He runs the tip of his tongue over his full bottom lip and I almost pass out. Holy hotness, Batman!

The shirt joins the jacket on the floor and my eyes can't decide where to look. His striking face, all sharp angles, cut cheekbones and jaw, fucking sexy mouth surrounded by a hint of stubble. That longish, glossy jet black hair. The corded lines of his neck, where his tattoos start. The square, broad shoulders that are usually my favorite thing in a man. But with this one? There's just too much goodness! His bulging pecs, with dark, quarter-sized nipples that make my mouth water. His long torso ends in a mind-numbing six-pack, that magically tapers into the Adonis belt to end all Vs. Sharp hip bones and cut, defined muscles galore. This can't be real. How is this happening to me? How am I here right now? With this perfect specimen of pure manliness…