She undid his belt and unbuttoned his shirt. The tie landed on the chair by the table. Every small gesture was a signal to him that she was in it for the calming ritual. This was a woman who ritualized her entire days. Why would taking off his clothes for him be any different?
He went and got the jacket he left in the living room as she gently folded up his shirt and left it on the table. When he brought back the jacket, she hung it up for him in his closet. Henry yawned behind her, summoning her to finish undressing him until he was in nothing but boxers, his pants draped over her arm.
“So, what do you think?” He leaned his hand against the wall. “Adonis is home.”
He’s trying to make me laugh.To make her crack. But all he would get was a small smile of acknowledgment as Monica sorted his laundry with a sway of her hips. “Would Adonis prefer my services on the bed or in the shower?”
Finally, he dropped the boyish charm and leaned into being the man she expected when he came home. “What do you envision, Princess?”
Lots of things.“Whatever your heart desires, sir.”
His thumb brushed her cheek and brought her in for a tenderly brief kiss. If Monica was stirred with thoughts of him taking advantage of the situation, then how did he feel? Easy enough to behold when she glanced down at his growing erection in his boxers.
“It’s my gift to you,” she reassured him with a sweet snap to his waistband. “Not a chore, I assure you. Never in this marriage have I offered you something I didn’t intend to enjoy as well.”
“You are definitely something, Monica.” He brushed her cheek again, this time swerving his hand behind her neck. She closed her eyes, lips parting as she leaned back into his grip.Yes… hold me down. Tear me apart. Use me, Henry.“I don’t know what the hell I did to earn a wife like you, but trust me when I say I love you more than I ever thought I could love a woman.”
Her hand slipped into his boxers and stroked his shaft to life. Had Henry been hungrier that night, he would have already been inside her, Monica didn’t doubt.Those are some of my favorite nights.Experiencing his strength, his passion surrounding her as she was brought to a higher plane of sensory perception.I love it.But she also loved this. The longing. The teasing. The will-they, won’t-they.
Now that her hand was on him, though, Henry directed her toward the bed.
He urged her to keep her robe on as he lay down. Monica begged for a second as she dimmed the lights before rejoining him. Henry’s head was already in the pillow as she knelt beside him and pulled down his boxers, freeing his rigid cock.
Neither of them said anything – no requests, no demands – as she gazed into his lovely and calm blue eyes.How much of this will he remember a week from now?A month from then? A year? Would this make it into his top ten memories at the end of their long lives?
Like how much control she exerted over him by simply gripping him between her slender fingers, thumb pressing into the sensitive underside as he gasped softly. The way his jaw clenched as she quickened her pace, bringing him closer to the edge. His eyelashes fluttered as she pressed harder, feeling his arousal building within.
She had never felt so powerful before, not even when she turned the tables on the family hierarchy. Not even when she sat back and let him take charge during sex. And not even when she realized how long they had been together, doing things like this. Even when they first fell in love and the decision to continue was in her hands.
His skin was slicker and his breathing was shallow. Henry stroked his fingers against her arm. Monica only slowed down when she realized that her husband was on the verge of coming.He would have asked me to stop if that was what he wanted, though.Should she continue? Let him finish? She had hoped for something as well, but he might be too tired afterward. The goal was to rev him up to finish inside of her. That was what Monica had fantasized about all evening.
To feel that raw connection to her husband. Her Dom.
She rubbed her thumb against his precum before letting go. Henry’s head fell back against the pillow as he finally closed his eyes. Monica finished taking off his boxers and folded those up too. When she was turned around, placing them on the chest at the end of their bed, he reached his hand beneath her robe and held her ass.
“Stay there,” he growled, his finger exploring her slit as she remained kneeling on all fours on the bed. “Show me how much you want me, Princess.” That finger pushed into her. Monica gasped. “I want to feel how wet you are.”
Plenty, I’m sure.Monica braced herself on her hands as she thrust her hips back against him. Her pussy welcomed his fingers as if that had been the plan all along.Fuck, yes.Yet she kept her words to herself, lightly moaning instead.
He wasn’t out to do anything but tease her. The last thing Henry would grant her now waspleasure.So understood when he withdrew his hands from her robe and rubbed her wetness against her ass. More came, lighting her thighs on fire as Monicathought about him getting behind her and ramming into her.It would be so deliciously primal…Just like this on their bed as she struggled to remain propped up on her arms.
“My naughty princess offers such impressive services. First, she makes me comfortable.” He hooked one of his wet fingers at her to bring her back to him. She went, eagerly. “Then she gets me hard. Now what? What will she do next to sate that delicious pussy of hers?”
He didn’t wait for her to respond.
“Get on my face,” Henry said. “For being so patient, I’ll make you come right now.”
She knew her eyes whirled in his direction. “You’ll let me ride your face, sir?”
“It’s an honor. No ‘letting’ you.”
Monica was beside him, her mouth begging to kiss him, to suck his cock, and to scream in ecstasy all at once. Well, she could do two of those things, at least.
Yet swinging her legs across her husband’s face and lowering her slit to his tongue was easier said than done. She wasn’t worried about suffocating him – they had done this before, and their height difference provided plenty of opportunities to learn – but she was worried about her feet thumping into the headboard. Even with her hands on his abdomen, she nearly shot off his face when his tongue immediately began exploring her wet depths.
“Ah!” She hadn’t expected her clit to already be so sensitive, yet it simultaneously screamed at her to get it away from his mouth while telling her tostay right there.Monica’s eyes slammed shut to deal with the sensory overload she experienced as Henry’s hands climbed up and grabbed her breasts. Those hands were the only things keeping her from falling forward.
Which was what she wanted, really.
