She bit her lip, which was a good sign… I think.
“How the hell can you say that you have things out of place? Everything is damn perfect! You’re perfect, God!” he exclaimed, and seconds later, he devoured my mouth.
This time, I decided to do something different with his plans. We’ve been going at it like crazy since yesterday, and I don’t think we’ve left the room all day. He was so possessive and gentle at the same time. But he always took the lead. Why not change the rules of the game a bit? In a few hours, I would go to pick up Jeremy. I had to take advantage of the fact that we were completely alone to do this.
I pushed Henry back so that he lay on his back in bed. I straddled him, and the mischievous look on his face made me more determined.
I started kissing him with the fierceness of a storm. I moved my hand to caress his chest and abdomen, now more defined than when he was younger. He moaned into my mouth as he felt my delicate and slow touch. When I reached the waistband of his pants, he grabbed my thighs and pulled me back, positioning himself on top of me.
“I like being the one who has you beneath me. Thanks,” he said, laughing, and then he kissed me again.
“Ooh, Henry, you’re boring. Is that the only position you’re into?” I asked playfully, knowing full well that I was challenging his ego. He laughed, but there was no humor in that laugh; it was more defiant.
“Do you have short-term memory? A long time ago, we did it in the shower, against the walls, in the car, and in college. You know I’m not a one-position guy, and you know it damn well,” he replied, proud of those memories.
“Well, you must’ve lost your touch over the years because you keep having me beneath you. Are you getting old, or what?” I teased, wanting to poke him a bit more.
He suddenly became serious and raised an eyebrow. He moved away from my side and stood by the bed.
“Damn, I messed up. I was just kidding…” I began to say, but he interrupted me by grabbing my ankles and pulling me to the edge of the bed. I screamed at the sudden movement, and when he had me at the edge of the bed, he lifted me over his shoulder. Damn, he was going to get his revenge, I knew it.
“Henry?! What are you doing?! If you plan on leaving me outside to teach me a lesson, at least give me something to cover up!” I was staring at his back when I pondered my previous words. “What am I saying?” I thought. “No! If you leave me outside, I swear I’ll kill you! I didn’t mean it seriously; it was a joke!”
When we reached the living room, I thought we were heading straight to the door. However, he moved towards the kitchen. I heard things falling all over the place, and for a moment, I was confused until he placed me on top of the counter. I glanced at all the things that had fallen onto the floor. He even knocked over a glass vase! He’s crazy…
My skin tingled as I felt the cold counter against my thighs and buttocks.
“Henry, what…?” Before I could finish my question, he moved me closer to the edge of the counter. If he pushed me just a bit further, my feet would touch the ground.
He grabbed his boxers and pulled them off, revealing my skin. Everything happened so quickly that I could barely register how he lifted my legs by my inner thighs. He spread them, and his mouth descended towards my sex. At that moment, a moan/scream escaped my lips. His tongue licked and sucked on my clitoris in a way that could bring me to orgasm in less than ten seconds if I didn’t try my best to hold back and savor this thrilling moment. What am I saying? I’m completely lost in it.
I didn’t know what to hold onto to keep from writhing like a maniac. As his tongue entered me, I grabbed his hair, and I couldn’t stop screaming his name. He started a thrusting motion inside me, leaving me panting and grinding my hips towards his torturous, warm breath. One of the hands, which had been squeezing my thighs to keep my legs open, moved to my chest and squeezed it, pinching my nipple sensitive to his touch. With his mouth in that spot, I yearned for it all the time; it’s just perfect.
Henry withdrew his mouth to lower his pants, leaving his erection completely exposed. I still can’t believe that something of such dimensions can fit inside me. He positioned the head of his penis at my entrance, and I moaned with anticipation. He gripped each side of my waist and pulled my back away from the counter. He kissed me, and his tongue ventured into my mouth. I was conscious of where it had been, and that only excited me further.
He entered me with a fast and pleasurable thrust. The sensation of him inside me is damn unique; I love it, it fascinates me, it’s everything.
He began moving quickly, never parting his lips from mine. I was more supported on him than on the counter. I separated my mouth from his to be able to moan; I couldn’t stay quiet. It’s just too much. We surrendered in the most wild and passionate way to these thrilling movements.
“You enchant me; you feel so good,” he whispered against my lips.
He withdrew from me, lifting me off the counter to stand. He turned me around and made me bend over. My breasts pressed against the cold marble, and my rear end was completely exposed. Damn, he took the positions matter personally.
I moaned, pleading for him to enter me again. I was so swollen and wet for him; I needed him inside me, now.
“Do you know why I wanted you underneath on the bed?” he asked breathlessly. “I love seeing your face when you come, and I love having my entire body on top of you. I love touching you. I love being on top, feeling like I’m on top of the world with you there to hold me.”
I didn’t respond; he didn’t give me a chance, and I don’t think I could. The air was rushing in and out so quickly that I could barely utter anything. With one precise and savage thrust, he penetrated me again, reaching so deep inside me that a scorching heat possessed my body. The thrusts in this position were so deep, so accurate that our bodies shivered. He possessed me in a wild, brutal manner, impaling me completely, while with his other hand, he began stimulating my clitoris.
“Come on, Ann. Come for me, my love,” he said in a guttural moan. That was all it took for me.
Sweaty, we let ourselves be carried away by the ecstasy that both of us reached in the culmination, amidst our spasms.
Henry’s chest and abdomen were against my back; he was still breathing heavily, while I had mostly regained my breath. I smiled at the entire situation… I should challenge his ego more often.
“Now, do I seem old to you?” he asked, kissing my neck.
I began to laugh and got up. He withdrew from me, and I turned to face him. He was blushing and sweaty… Oh, he’s so damn sexy.
“It depends… Is there a second round?” I smiled, stood on my tiptoes, and nibbled on his earlobe. I could feel my buddy rising back up between us.
“You want to kill me, woman,” Henry murmured in a husky voice.
“Don’t you want to? We should make the most of these last few hours alone because Jeremy is coming, and I want you at least three meters away from me.”
“What? Don’t even think I won’t touch you because it’s impossible; I wouldn’t last an hour.”
“Well, you’ll have to. I don’t want Jeremy to know. You’ll just be a friend helping me find a place for a while, okay?”
“At least tell me you’ll sleep with me at night,” he said in a resigned sigh. I shook my head, and he let out a groan of pain.
“I’m going to die, and it will be your fault,” he whimpered. I laughed and kissed his neck, then his shoulder, and hey, my buddy’s back.
“Are you going to take advantage of me or not?” I pouted, touching his abdomen and sliding down to his penis. He stopped me just before I could touch it.
“Damn… I’ve created a monster,” he kissed me, and the game began again.