Smut

Queen Sophia.

He gets up from his desk before I can finish my statement. He kisses me like he always does. I return his kiss. I miss his feel and touch.

He lifts me to his chair and sits me down. His hand roams my body as I brush through his hair.

“I miss you,” he says quietly. I gasp.

His voice is filled with longing, and I know he means it. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close, feeling his warmth and the feel of his embrace. I smile and whisper back, “I missed you, too.”

I can feel his hardened manhood. He is moaning as he rubs his shaft on my skin.

“I need you,” he whispers.

“Take me, love,” I groan as I kiss him. His hands wander all over my body, exploring and teasing me. His touch is electric, and I shiver with pleasure. His lips move to my neck, and I moan in delight. His hands cup my face as he looks into my eyes, his gaze full of love and passion. I’m lost at the moment in the sensations he’s creating in me.

I’m high on lust. There is nothing else that comes to