“You’ve taught me that,” he mumbled.
“Regardless… You’re so tender and loving. When we make love, I feel like you are so in tune with me and my body.”
“That’s because I love you so much. I want to make you feel amazing, beautiful, loved, and cherished.”
I sat quietly for a moment. Then I said, “Can I just say that you are pretty amazing in that department?” He smiled shyly. “I’m not kidding, Henry. I don’t know where you learned everything, and I don’t want to know, but you really rock me.”
“Every guy likes to hear stuff like that.” He put down the bottle and turned to me. “Elaina, I’m so sorry I’m doing this to you. I’ll stop at some point. I’m just not ready yet.”
“I guess that’s all I can go on right now.” He leaned into me and kissed me. I ignored his whiskey-tainted breath. I grabbed his hat and chucked it. “I hate that thing. It hides your beautiful face.” He crawled up on me as I laid back.
For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why I needed him right then, but my body ached for his touch. I almost thought it would help him if we connected in that way. His hands were frantic, pulling off my shirt and then his. He was trying to get our jeans off at the same time. I rolled him over and yanked mine off, then his. He was ready for me.
I made him sit up against the barn wall. As I straddled him, he directed himself into me. I groaned as his length went deep and his thickness stretched me to the max. I kissed the beautiful, fucked up being that sat beneath me. His cold hands cupped my breasts, and my body shivered. I wanted to make him better, and the only way I could comfort him was by taking him. I rocked my hips and he tipped his head back, breathing hard. I only saw the whites of his eyes.
“Oh God, Elaina…you feel so fucking good,” he rasped as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in closer and tighter. He rocked with me. We were one once again. I cried out as I reached my peak. I was breathless as I looked down at him, and he had a smile on his face. “I love watching you release. You look so beautiful.”
“It’s your turn.”
“No. I want to see you let loose again.” He reached down and started massaging my little swollen nub. Instantly, my body reacted to his cool, pleasurable touch. “Come on, love. Give it to me again,” he whispered as he kissed his way around my neck.
“Henry…” I moaned.
“I want to fuck you.” He pulled me off of him and I felt empty for a moment.
I lay down beneath him, and he slammed himself into me. He pounded me with fury. I screamed as I peaked again. How was he able to do that to me? He groaned. I knew he was getting close. I could feel the slight tremble building in his body. He stopped himself.
“What?”
“I don’t want it to end yet.” He kissed me softly and passionately, moaning as I adjusted my hips to pull him in further.
He pulled out and picked me up, carrying me to the wall of the barn. I watched his face as he eased himself into me while he held me up. His jaw slacked, and his eyes rolled again. He groaned so deep that his chest vibrated against mine.
“Jesus Christ…give it to me again, Elaina,” he said, with such a rasp that I couldn’t wait for him to get me there again. He slowly rocked in and out of me, panting with each slow torturous stroke. “Come on, love…again.”
He ran one hand down my body and reached around, grabbing onto my ass. He ran his fingers over all of my sensitive places. I was exhausted, but I wanted to fall apart just for him. I wanted to make him happy.
He pulled out again and dropped to his knees. His tongue ran all over my wetness. I fisted his hair and pressed his head into me deeper. I wanted more and more, and he did just that. I exploded again, screaming in ecstasy.
Henry laid me back down and gently took me again. I couldn’t handle much more of his torture. My body was so fatigued, and I could see he was getting spent himself. He rocked me, bringing himself right to the edge. His body convulsed and his face twisted as he hissed. Oh no, he was hurting. I didn’t want him to hurt. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, pulling him closer to me. Then he stopped and lay limp on top of me.
“Henry?”
“I’m sorry.” He pulled out.
“But you didn’t…”
“I’m in need. Badly.”
“So bad you can’t finish?”
“I want to, but it hurts too much.”
“Please. I want you to finish. I’ll take you.” He reluctantly sat up against the wall again and I straddled him. He moaned as his slicked arousal found my core. With just a couple good rocking motions of my hips, he struggled to stay afloat.