Monica grabbed his wrists and brought his hands to her waist.There. Wasn't that easier?
As Monica picked up the pace, Henry reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. His hands cupped her breasts. His thumb circled one hard nipple before the other. The rest of his fingers splayed across her cleavage while she moved atop him. His hands weren't so big that he could envelop her entire chest, but she always liked how her breasts perfectly filled his palms.
If only we could spend every night like this.
Monica often had those fairy-tale fantasies. Wasn’t it one she had cultivated in this place, as if she deeply,intimatelyunderstood what it was like to lust for secret kisses around corners and erotic liaisons in a faraway bedroom?Like mine.This was her bedroom. Herthroneroom. Even now, a decade later, Henry was a guest in her domain. Everyone here knew that Monica may have married and changed her name, but this was stillhermountain palace where whatever she said went. Mr. Warren was merely a special guest.
Averyspecial guest.The only one who gets to fuck me.
Henry’s groan of approval was music to her ears when she pulled back, releasing his hard erection between them. He kept one hand on his cock and the other braced against Monica’s thigh as she reached up her skirt and pulled aside her lingerie.
She needed him. Shewantedhim.
Her eyes met his hungry gaze.Fuck me, Henry.Those words didn’t dare touch the air as she rubbed herself against the length of his cock. Henry did not close eyes, nor did he try to take control.You’re already in control, sir.Monica had given her body and heart to this man ten years ago. He had given her love and a daughter in return.More love. Love ten times over, for every year we’ve been together.As her opening parted over the tip of his cock and slowly took him one eager inch at a time, she shared her triumph, moaning enough to overtake his groans.
I may be yours, Henry.She stilled herself when all of him was in her, savoring it.But you’re mine, too.
One hand steadied her against his chest while the other gripped his wrist. Monica lifted herself off his cock and slammed back down again.I am my own woman, yes… but what a beautiful thing it is to share my bed with a man who loves me.
And a man who knew her so well.
His fingertips pressed against her thigh, but his thumb found her swollen clit.Yes, please, sir.Her soft moan came out in a huff as she picked up the pace and focused all of her attention onherpleasure. Why shouldn’t she? What a queen wanted, a queen procured. Like the man whom she set her sights on when he dared to express interest in her.When I was raw. When I was recovering from the worst heartbreak of my life.
What a name she had made for herself since then. And here she still was, riding her husband with the secure knowledge that no other woman had known him like this since they met. Even though her trust in him was absolute, there was always thechance that someone else might want him for themselves.Not once. Ever.Monica needed to leave her mark all over the man she had claimed as hers.
Already, she flirted with peak pleasure. Henry was relaxed and living in the moment as she did most of the work, but Monica?
Monica was taking what she needed. Every single second. Every ounce of pleasure she could squeeze out of this encounter. She held onto her climax, even as every movement sent shockwaves through her core. She would wait until she heard his pleasured grunts. She would wait until the sweat beaded his forehead. She would wait until he gave in and couldn't take anymore, or—
Henry gripped her hips. His strong hands dug into her skin, but Monica didn’t mind. He took control and guided her along his shaft. Up and down. Back and forth. He used her body to reach his own pleasure, but wasn’t that the point? To use each other? They were life partners. This was just another extension of their marriage.
She pulled off him, laying against his chest while kissing his lips. As her breasts lay against his shirt, he pushed aside her hair and whispered, “Don’t tell me you’re done already…”
“I’ve barely started,sir.”
“You’ve left your poor husband hard in the cold.” His hips slightly shifted, his hard cock brushing against her ass. “It should bewarm,Princess. Until we can’t go anymore.”
She lightly chuckled against his cheek. As kisses lingered against his stubble, she said, “Kindly watch where you stick that thing. My ass isn’t ready for you, I think.”
“Youthink?That’s somethingI’dthink you’d know off-hand, Monica.”
Her leg swung away from him, her knees pushing against him as she knelt beside him. Before he could say anything else, Monica grabbed his cock. “I know a few things…”
Henry released a deep, satisfying groan as she bent down and swallowed the length of his cock. Her tongue tasted herself on his warm skin, and it delighted her, if only because it reminded her that she had marked this man tonight. Even if she licked herself off him now. Even if she almost choked on him when his hand grabbed her thigh and his fingers searched for her waiting pussy.
Goodness, yes…Monica fought her instinct to give in and take her pleasure in his hand. It would distract her from sucking his cock, and that was all her oral fixation could think about right now.Yes, yes…
The way he stiffened in her mouth. The taste of his virility as it dripped on her tongue. The intense heat in the back of her throat and within her fist. Even when she came up for air, tongue always on the top tip of his cock, her hand worked the rest of his shaft and encouraged her husband to think of the first time they shared this… inthisroom.
It was a sentimental night, after all.
Monica didn't have long to reminisce. Henry's fingers pushed into her dripping folds and stroked the very spot that made her thighs shake. She moaned against his cock, but that didn't stop Henry, who continued to fuck her with his fingers. The more he turned her on, the tighter she clutched him. Until she felt like she couldn't breathe. Until her core pulsed harder than before. Until every muscle in her body trembled and ached for release.
And still, she wouldn't let go. Not yet...
Monica pulled herself off Henry's cock and sat upright, but it was too late. He knew how close she was, so his thumb rubbed over her clit until her head tilted back. His fingers moved faster inside her, encouraging her to give in. And what woman wouldn't? Not Monica. She didn't care if it gave away their game.
She closed her eyes and rode out the climax that had been building in her veins since she started grinding on his lap. Henrycould be a brute at times. Like how his wrist powered his fingers into her, leaving her with only the ability to brace against his cock while the rest of her accepted the orgasm tearing through her as she serenely knelt on her bed and felt everything give way between her legs. Although Henry didn’t come with her, her hand was wet – yet she knew if she tasted it on her hand, it would make him feral enough to lose it all again.
