As soon as I heard the news, I rushed over. Sheba was gone, but I wasn't any happier. When I arrived my eyes landed on a small baby boy. A rush of sadness washed over me, like the wave I tried to drown my feelings away in. 'He looks just like you,' that's all I could think. The kid reminded me so much of Solomon, that I couldn't feel any hate towards him. Since then I had helped out around the house and with taking care of Aladdin. I was there to comfort Solomon in his distress. I wasn't necessarily happy, but I knew I wasn't what would make him happy. I could only do the best I could to help erase his sadness. After several months Solomon had proposed to me. But not out of love. I was his friend, and he knew Aladdin needed a mother. I agreed, but I didn't do it for the kid. I did it for him.
Aladdin is still quite young and needs lots of rest. After laying the small boy down, I return towards my room. I open the door quietly, knowing I'll find him in there. Solomon sits on the bed, completely lost in thought. He's probably thinking of her. I wonder what I would feel if I could take some of that burden away. What would it feel like to miss someone so much? I sit down on the bed next to him, placing my hand on his shoulder. "Need some comfort?" I ask.
He lets out a sigh, "Yes."
Seems I'd drawn him out of his daydream. I crawl into his lap and pat his blue hair, placing a kiss softly against his cheek. "Did I disrupt you? Just close your eyes, and pretend that it's all a sad dream. That's what I always do." He hugs onto me, clinging onto my warmth. I bow my head and stare into my lap and towards his arms wrapped around my own, "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," he quickly replies, nuzzling his face into the back of my neck. The blue haired boy rests his head there for a while as his arms slip down to my waist and hold me close to him. I smile, liking the sweet attention he's giving me.
He places butterfly kisses along the back of my neck and shoulders, the sleeves of my robe slipping down as he does so. I nearly let out a yelp as he roughly drags his wet muscle along the back of my neck. The male's hands trail up my waist to fondle my breasts through the silky fabric.
His touch is gentle and loving. I can only imagine the pleasant shade of red that dusts my cheeks as I feel his erection growing underneath me. I shift around in his lap, grinding myself against it.
Solomon roughly flips us around as my back sinks into the soft bed, and he cages me underneath him. I stare up at his lust filled blue orbs. He licks his lips hungrily. I won't deny that I want him just as much, but for the longest time I just didn't want to be only a replacement. This was better than nothing. He was mine now, and I wouldn't have to share him with anyone else.
He smashes his lips against mine, and I willingly kiss back. The way he kisses me feels unreal as if he'd been holding himself back but couldn't bear it anymore. It feels like a dream, such a perverted one at that. I want him to touch me more, his hands slipping under the slits in the skirt of my robe. His fingers brushing along my thigh, and I gasp letting him shove his tongue between my parted lips.
His hand crawls up my leg, rubbing my inner thigh which is already consumed in a layer of sweat. The ever growing heat at my core becomes unbearable as I just want more from him.
Solomon pulls out of the kiss so he can decorate my neck and collar in kisses. I wrap my arms around his head as he travels down to my chest. He smirks against the skin as he palms me, "This wet already? Someone's enjoying this," he teases.
I clutche my knees inwards as he rubs me through the soaked fabric. "Spread your legs for me," he commands. I slowly open them, allowing his hands the freedom to slip the piece of cloth off. Solomon shoves a finger into me, smirking against my chest as I buck my hips along it.
He taps my walls, carefully inserting another finger. I can feel myself getting close, the pleasure building up in my core with the knot in my stomach, but he yanks them out of me before pleasure can overtake me.
He gives me a quick peck on the lips, "You want more~?" He purrs. I nod, pleading with him. "Then be a good girl for me."
I stay still as he carefully slips my robe off. I'm more than glad to have the restricting clothing off of me. I watch the details of his face as he takes in the view, muttering something under his breath. Solomon motions for me to sit up, eyes still glued to my form as he kneels on the bed. I catch sight of his erection, massaging him over the fabric. "Someone's a little impatient," he chuckles.
Swiftly undressing himself, he runs a hand along his length. His other hand intertwines itself throughout my (h/c) locks. Solomon pulls me closer to him, rubbing the tip of his cock against my lips: precum rubbing off against them. "Ah," he commands. I open up as he shoves his full length in. I gag as he deepthroats me, his hands taking over. I swirl my tongue on his meat, making sure to enjoy every inch.
I let out a moan, the vibrations causing his member to twitch then release into my cavern. He pulls out, "Beautiful.." he thinks aloud, wiping a bit of his seed off my chin and shoving his thumb into my mouth to lick it off. It's bitter but delicious.
He plops down in front of me, his lust filled blue orbs capturing mine. The male's hands travel down my side, pulling me closer to him. He smashes his lips against mine, his hands tracing circles on my *ss as he shoves his tongue between my teeth. Pulling my body into his lap, I cry out as he slams me down onto his size.
Pulling away from my soft lips, he roughly kisses my neck, hungrily seeking out sweet spots to distract me from the tightness in my core. His thrusts are slow, but he seems to be enjoying himself. Maybe just because it's been a while since he's had this kind of pleasure.
"I'm all the way in," he mutters, pulling me from my thoughts, "Let me know if it hurts at all." I nod, trying to move against him to enjoy that sweet friction again.
He smirks down at me, starting to move again, quickly increasing his pace as I plead up with him to. He grabs my legs thrusting into me from a new angle as I scream out, reaching my climax. He pecks my cheek, "I'm glad you enjoyed that, but I'm not quite finished yet."
I feel a grin pulling at my lips as I flip him so I'm on top. Bouncing along his length, I enjoy the feeling of him penetrating me further with each thrust. His nails dig into my hips as he cums, pulling out as he clasps onto my warm figure. I hug onto him, letting out a short chuckle between breaths. He places a kiss on my forehead, "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that."