Monica slowly exhaled as her heartbeat calmed. She opened her eyes and gazed down at Henry, who lay beneath her with one hand on his wet cock, the other splayed across his stomach. When their eyes met, he grinned.
"You're not done already, are you?"
Her thighs still shook as she pushed against him. “I have a feeling I don’t get a choice.”
“There’s always a choice, Princess. Just say the magic word.”
She grinned through the curtain of hair that had fallen across her face. “I don’t need to.”
Let him take me now.That was what she conveyed with the hearty yelp that echoed in the room. How else was she supposed to respond to him pushing her down onto the bed and kneeling between her legs? So quickly, too?
“Say it.” He loomed over her, shedding his shirt and sharing with her a look of desperate, feral need. “Beg for it, Princess. Beg for my cock.”
“Give it to me,” she exhaled, eyes closed. His hands grabbed her breasts and her thighs raised into the air, but nothing else happened. “Fuck me, Henry. Like you can’t stop yourself.”
“Like nobody can stop me?”
“Yes! Please! Take me!”
Her gasp ripped her in two before he had the chance to do it himself.
She fell back against the pillows when he slammed inside her.Thank God. The deep thrusting she enjoyed so much, even ifshe rarely requested it. Sex between them was better that way. Henry took control of her pleasure, and she took what she wanted without asking first.
He wrapped his hands around her thighs and pushed her knees toward her chest. Monica braced her feet against the bed and watched as he fucked her hard and fast.
Monica gripped the sheets and cried out. Every thrust rocked her core. She couldn't think about anything else except how good it felt to have Henry inside her again. No stress. No worry. Nothing but blissful release and satisfaction as her husband fucked her senseless and reminded her just how much they needed each other.
This was the real reason they came up here tonight. Not because of any anniversary or sentimental value. They had come back to Le Château because it was a place where they could indulge every whim and desire that had been building over the past two weeks. A place where they could be themselves – even crazier than the couple they indulged in back home, where Monica was as likely to be tied up to their bed as she was to be spanked before the fireplace.
The bed creaked beneath them as Henry claimed her.It's his turn, isn't it?Monica let go of the sheets and grabbed onto his forearms, holding on as he brought her closer to climax once more. The way his eyes stared into hers…
That look alone would send her over the edge. It was all she needed to close her eyes again if only to drag this out longer.
Henry's sounds matched hers. The moment her pussy clenched him harder, he picked up speed and fucked her until there was nothing left to give... until Monica begged for something else without realizing it. Something more primal, more deeply animalistic than she had thought about in a long while.
She couldn’t handle it anymore. She couldn't hold on. "Oh!"
It wasn’t the climax that sent her over the edge. It was the sensation of being filled with Henry's orgasm. He didn't last long after that, but who could blame him? The way Monica dug her nails into his skin, the way her breath hitched, the way her body tensed around him and released him all at once... he never stood a chance.
And neither did Monica. Her climax washed over her in waves. It was the kind of pleasure that made her shake from head to toe, not just in her core. This was the kind of release that made her feel like she could float off the bed. Like she could touch the ceiling without stretching her fingers.
They were both spent. Henry collapsed beside her on the bed, but they couldn't break apart. Monica kept her legs wrapped around his waist, unwilling to let him slip away.
"So," he huffed, resting his head against her. "Have I mentioned how much I love you?”
It probably took all of the strength and willpower left in him to say that. “You may have mentioned it,” Monica muttered.
He kissed her shoulder. “I have high standards, you know,” he whispered into her ear. “I only want the best woman in the world.”
She succumbed to the strength bearing down on her.Don’t move, Henry.The way he overpowered her right now was heaven come to touch her. “And I only want the best man.”
“Thank God we found each other, then.”
They rolled onto their sides, his body gently dislodging from hers. Monica didn’t care about the state of her dress or how she would encourage him to make love to her again once they were in the shower.
All there was in that moment wasthem.And she held onto it, onto the night, for as long as the moment kept her company.
So, there she was for once, not thinking about a single thing that ailed her mind.
