Chapter 31
Ophelia
I’d never felt anything like being with Henry. It was always difficult to just... let go, but when he touched me... I shivered and tried not to get self-conscious about my tits bouncing as I slid against him. My thighs already trembled but most of it was from the muscle-melting orgasm he’d dragged out of me. I flushed again at the memory.
I’d wrapped my thighs around his head like I meant to smother him.
“Come on, babe,” he murmured, squeezing my thighs, and I jumped. “You’re really far away.”
I braced my hands on his shoulders and got very determined to stay in the moment. He let me sit on him, after all, so I needed to make the most of it. And the hard ridge of his enormous cock was the perfect texture and length and thickness that it hit the most sensitive, most delicious places as I ground down against him. The fact that he occasionally groaned and lifted his hips in a slow thrust only added to the control that had me digging my nails into his chest and savoring every moment I moved over him.
Lust started a slow spiral deep in my core again as I pressed hard against him and moved in sharp, short pushes against the thick head of his cock. It rode over my clit again and again until the friction rippled into a deeper climax. My head fell back as I arched my back and kept grinding against him, seeking to prolong the perfect feeling of overwhelming ecstasy.
“That’s it,” he growled. His rough palms chafed against my breasts and added sparks to the fire that already spread through me. Henry pinched my nipples hard enough an arrow of pleasure spiked and connected directly to where we already touched, and kicked off another round of sensuous undulations against him.
I panted as I collapsed against him, sparks flashing behind my eyes, and I buried my face against his neck. He stroked my back, squeezing and petting my ass, and occasionally adjusted my hips against him so his cock slid and adjusted and ignited another ripple of pleasure. I nuzzled against his jaw, behind his ear, and murmured, “I haven’t fallen off yet. What’s next?”
He chuckled, his chest bouncing under me, and he kissed me back. He slapped my ass with just enough heat to get my attention and open the door to all kinds of possible adventures. “Sit up, lazy bones. Now you get to do some of the work, instead of just hanging on and moaning.”
I wanted to laugh but didn’t have enough breath, not after the feel of his hands stole most of mine away. I pushed back until I sat upright again. Henry took his cock in hand and pointed the head right at my clit. He teased me with it as I lifted up over him. I couldn’t tear my eyes away at the erotic sight of the wide head teasing through my wetness, sliding and passing over where I most wanted him to be.
I finally couldn’t take it and put my hand over Henry’s, guiding him to my channel. I held my breath as he parted my folds and my legs shook and I thought he might split me in two. Henry groaned and lifted his knees so I could sit back against his thighs, but it wasn’t enough. I tried to move faster, to encourage him to go deeper, but he was taking his damn time and sinking into me, pulling me down onto him, inch by agonizing inch. I moaned and begged him, trying to push myself down, to take all of him. But Henry held onto my hips with an iron grip and guided me down. He filled all of me, pressing deep and hard, until it felt like I might split completely. He was so thick, so long and hard.
“Henry,” I breathed when he was finally seated, when my ass settled against his thighs, when I couldn’t have possibly taken any more. My head fell back and I squeezed my breasts to relieve some of the ache that had started to accumulate with the long, slow slide down his length. “Oh my God.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he said, but he sounded a little strained, too.
I marveled at his iron control, the mastery he had over his own body that he could spend so long making sure I enjoyed myself without pausing to get some for himself. He was hard as iron inside me yet Henry remained motionless, letting me savor the ripples that drifted through my channel, tightening around him and then relaxing.
Henry took a deep breath and stroked my stomach, his voice a rough murmur that gave me chills. “I like seeing you like this—all filled up, sated, ready for more.”
“Don’t wait too long to give me that ‘more,’” I said, leaning forward just a touch. I dragged my nails down his chest and rose a little, gasping as his cock dragged out of me and almost sent me over the edge.
That was apparently Henry’s cue, because he took over most of the work—despite his claim that I’d just held on moaning earlier. I didn’t mind. His hips lifted in smooth thrusts that buried his cock in me to his root, over and over, as I balanced and moved to meet him. The sensations were too much. I forgot how to breathe, how to fuck, and just held on.
It felt like the climax didn’t stop—one blended into another as I moved and he moved and we moved together. We found a rhythm, the perfect meeting and parting of bodies, and Henry groaned and moved faster. His thumb brushed over my clit, right over where we joined, and I cried out as yet another tidal wave of pure bliss overtook me.
“Babe,” he said, though it came out in nearly a wordless groan. His arms crushed around me, dragging me down and against his chest, and my nipples hardened against the friction of his chest hair.
Henry held me tight and thrust harder, holding me still so he could pound into me over and over. I loved every second of it. I tried to move my hips to meet him but ended up just grinding against his pelvic bone until my clit hit that perfect spot and I melted. I came apart in his arms.
He snarled and pressed me down, his hips moving in a few sharp jerks, then a smooth in-and-out that dragged out the last few ripples of ecstasy.
And then I really couldn’t move, panting and limp on his chest. He kissed my shoulder and exhaled, then patted my butt. “Nice work.”
I laughed and hid my face against his neck, too overwhelmed to do more than just revel in the afterglow.
