Anna.
My son wanted to sleep with Henry rather than with me. His exact words after dinner were, “I can’t sleep with my mom. That would be weird.”
He sleeps with me every time he’s scared! Now that Henry’s here, he’s acting all grown-up! Alright, yes, I’m a bit jealous and also uncomfortable on this sofa. I can’t believe that when Jeremy expressed his desire to sleep with Henry, he just smiled arrogantly as always and brought me blankets for the night… Well, actually, I can believe it. He’s leaving me to sleep on the sofa! He’ll deal with me tomorrow.
I removed the sheets that had kept me warm and decided to take my second shower of the day, hoping that afterward, I could get some sleep. It’s 2 in the morning, and I’m still resentful of the two boys lying comfortably in a bed, while my back is screaming for a massage.
I headed to the hallway and entered the bathroom. I let the water run in the shower and closed the bathroom door. I wanted to lock it, but the damn door didn’t have one… Well, Henry must be in the deepest sleep, so I doubt he’ll wake up right now.
I removed all my clothes, leaving them on the floor, and stepped into the water. A pleasurable moan escaped my throat as I felt the water flow over my face, somehow making me feel lighter and more at ease.
I applied shampoo to my hair, and just as I began to scrub it thoroughly, the bathroom curtain suddenly opened.
“Late-night cleaning?” Henry’s voice filled my ears, but I couldn’t see him due to the shampoo running down my face. If I opened my eyes, shampoo would get in, and I’d go blind.
“Night watch?” I replied, turning around, revealing only my back and, well, my behind.
“Yeah, that’s right. I have to stay alert all night,” His raspy voice didn’t go unnoticed by me.
“Don’t do what I know you’re thinking. You touch me, and I’ll bite you,” I won’t lie, saying I’m not excited by Henry’s gaze all over my body, but I’m also angry, so… the two don’t make a good combination.
“Oh, someone’s upset about sleeping on the couch, huh?” He says, and I can feel that he’s moving. I rinsed all the shampoo from my face and shifted to see his direction; at the same moment, his body collided with mine, pinning me against the wall. He was slightly crouched to be eye to eye, and I’m well aware that the part that should be covered by his boxers isn’t.
“Leaving your girlfriend sleeping on the sofa, that’s so cute.” I said sarcastically. He smiled and ran the tip of his nose along my neck, kissing right where my erratic pulse could be felt.
“Angry and all, you still desire me, interesting.” He whispered, and I swear, if I didn’t have my hands in his grip, I would grab him by the neck and pull him closer. “I let you sleep on the sofa exactly because I knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep, and if you did, I’d come looking for you in the middle of the night. On the other hand, if you slept in the bed with Jeremy, I wouldn’t be able to reach you.”
“You know that was the idea.” I replied when he used one of his legs to part mine.
“I never agreed to that.” He released my hands and placed his on my hips, pulling me closer to his, where I could easily feel his erection against my stomach.
“Jeremy could come in. What would we do then?” I said, almost breathless.
“He just fell asleep; I don’t think he’ll wake up again.”
“What do you mean, he just fell asleep?! It’s almost 3 in the morn…!”
Henry sealed his mouth with mine, preventing me from continuing to yell at him. His tongue entwined with mine in a sensual game. He lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist, and took one of my breasts, covering it with his hot hand, squeezing it. He teased it, kissed it, licked it, nibbled it. He sucked on my nipples with his lips. A loud moan escaped from my mouth, and I immediately covered it. I couldn’t make the noises I normally would. If I did, Jeremy would surely wake up and think someone is killing his mother in the bathroom, and in a way, that’s what they’re doing.
With his other free hand, Henry began to move his fingers over my clitoris. I was on the verge of passing out from the heights this guy made me feel every time he touched me. He slid three of his fingers inside me, and my hands went to his back, leaving beautiful scratches.
“And then… do you think… we can go a whole week without touching each other?” Henry said, breathless. “You needed me as much as I need you.”
Desire invaded Henry’s gaze. We kissed desperately, all tongues, saliva, and nibbles. I ran my hand down his abdomen, touched the tip of his erection, went lower to grasp his penis firmly, and massaged it from top to bottom. He let out a low groan that told me he was enjoying what I was doing.
Not entirely sure of my next move, I continue moving my hand up and down as he rests his head in the crook of my neck, releasing a moan that sounds more like a plea. Summoning all my courage, I kneel in front of him and take hold of his penis. I slowly run my tongue all along his erection, then gently lick the tip while looking into his eyes. I hear him mutter under his breath, sounding like he’s cursing. I suck with vigor, and he places his hands on the wall, closing his eyes as if begging for more. There comes a point where he starts to thrust his hips, and I muster the courage to take half of his cock into my mouth, saying half because it’s impossible for all of it to fit entirely. It has a peculiar taste, not terrible, just… different.
“Damn, damn, damn,” Henry says as I look into his eyes. “You’re good at this, you’re so damn good…”
A few seconds later, he grabs my arm, pulling me up. Closing his eyes and clenching his jaw, he gives in to the orgasm. I feel his entire load shoot across my stomach and leg.
Henry was trying to recover from the orgasm when he looked at me.
“So… did you like it?” I ask, laughing. He rolls his eyes and exhales a deep breath.
“You have no idea.”