“You have an amazing body.” I was almost drooling. He looked like a model.
“Thanks. I think we need to even up a little here. I need to see you.” He grabbed my hand and gently spun me around. He laid his hands on my lower abdomen, pulling me into his body. He nipped at my ear, while swaying our hips back and forth together. He reached between us and unzipped my dress.
Thankfully, I wore one of my only matching bra/panties sets, just in case. They were black lace, and I thought they were sexy. He spun me back around, and looked me up and down after the dress hit the floor.
“Shit. You are stunning. Perfectly curvy.” He pulled me close again, and I felt his thickness swell, begging to be released from its confinement. I unbuckled his belt and his pants. He had on these really foxy, tight black boxers that were low cut, exposing that long track of dark hair that ran below the waist. I ran my hand over his thickness. He closed his eyes and sucked in a hard breath.
My body was buzzing. I needed him. I tugged his arm, walking backward to my bed. As I leaned back, he laid on top of me, pushing his hips into mine, grinding his hard length against my begging core. He kissed my neck and trailed down to my nonexistent cleavage. He unhooked the clasp on my bra, and he groaned when he finally saw me. I was thrilled that he was enjoying my body.
He kissed my chest and ran his tongue around my perky pinks. I nearly convulsed. His tongue must have had some sort of magic in it because it was making my body do crazy things that it had never done before. He reached down and began massaging me, grinding the lace panties into my heated, wet flesh. I was drenched and ready. I wanted him in the worst way. He looked up at me with those dazzling eyes.
“You are so fucking ready for me. But not yet.” He slowly pulled off my black lace panties and shimmied out of his boxers. He kissed my abdomen, nipped at my skin, and he made it to my hip bone. Each kiss felt better than the last. I was enjoying every second of his lips on my body.
Then it hit me: Oh, god. He was about to do a muff dive. I hoped that I was fresh smelling. Glad I did some proper grooming in the shower that afternoon. He went in for the kill. His tongue teased my nub. My hips bucked under him. I moaned so loud, it was embarrassing.
He looked up at me and smirked. “God, you smell and taste amazing. You like that, my love?”
“Yes. More,” I rasped. He teased me, moving his tongue around my folds, sucking and dipping his tongue in as far as he could. Good god, it was intense and amazing, and I couldn’t help but move my hips to the rhythm of his tongue. Then he slid in a couple fingers. He knew exactly where to massage, and in less than a minute, I was pulsating feverously around his fingers.
I heard him chuckle a little. “You want more, my love?” Christ, he was going to kill me.
“I want you.” I reached over into my nightstand and pulled out a condom. He happily obliged and leaned back on his knees. He rolled it over his veiny, heavy thickness. I about died when I saw it, and worried that it wouldn’t fit.
Henry crawled up on me and began kissing me again. I could taste myself on his tongue. He was balancing his upper body in a push up position, staring at me. His eyes were sparkling and dancing.
“You are so gorgeous.” He surely knew how to pour on the charm. He positioned his tip at my entrance. “You sure? We can stop now if you want. I want you badly, but if you want to stop, I’m fine with that.”
“Please. I need more of you.” I was a hot mess of desire and need. He slowly slid his thickness into me. I gasped as he stretched me and filled me to my max. He groaned and bit his lower lip. He waited for a few seconds before he could say or do anything. I was thankful for his pause because I needed a minute to get used to him.
“Oh, god, you’re so fucking tight. I can barely handle it.” He looked into my eyes and saw my struggle. “You alright?” My nod was slow, and I was still unable to breathe. “You sure?” I nodded again. He lovingly stroked my cheek with his thumb, as he settled his big body down on me.
He wrapped his arms under mine, holding me firmly in place. He breathed deep, and began moving his entire length in and out of me. I gripped onto his shoulders and dug in with my nails. He felt so damn good.
He worked me with a slow, deliberate rhythm for a while.
“You want more from me, my love?” The sexy rasp and calling me “my love” was killing me.
“Yes. More,” I moaned. I popped my hips up, and he began an assault like I’ve never felt before. His thrusts were harsh and deep. Immediately, he was panting. He was an above ten on the sexy scale while he was fucking my brains out.
“Fffuuuuck, Elaina. You feel so good,” he moaned. I felt my core stirring again. I was close, and I had a feeling he was, too, considering he was trembling.