Their bodies were on the rug beside the fire, he was on top of her. She was wrapped in his arms. Her breasts were aching for what they knew he could—would—do to her again. And again. And if she had any say, again.
She tugged on her bodice, leaving nothing to chance.
He moaned. “I love that you show me what you want.” His eyes met hers. “And I love that I love what you want more than you do.” His mouth opened wide and she braced for him to draw her flesh into his mouth.
Thank God she did, lest her hips buck him right off of her.
“Don’t hold back, Mina,” he murmured somewhere in the valley of her breasts.
“I can’t hold back anymore with you, Henry. I love you.”
He looked up and latched onto her lips again with a searing kiss. Fire. Passion. Years of friendship. Longing. Truth. And a future. It was all wrapped up in his kisses. “I love you, Philomena.” His whisper trickled into her ear. He smelled of the rain. Of sweetness. And Henry.
She reached down to pull up her skirts. How she needed him. How her body craved him.
The faster she pulled up her skirts, the harder he sucked on her nipple.
And then her pulsating core met its match. Underneath a thin layer of fabric, she felt his throbbing cock rest against her wetness.
“Do you want…” Henry’s eyes had gone dark with passion. “Do you want to make love to me, Philomena?”
“More than anything.”
“Let me make sure of that.” And he pulled his head away from her nipples. Away from exquisite pleasure. Away from—
Oh God, his tongue. Exquisite pleasure was blazing a torturous trail from her quim through each and every limb she had. How many limbs did she have? She couldn’t remember. She wasovercome. His tongue was a godsend. She was writhing on the floor. Arching her hips up into his waiting face.
When he sucked on her bud, she cried out. All the coiling and tightening was reaching for something. She could feel it building inside of her.
His tongue dipped inside of her and his thumb pressed gently on her nub.
“Henr—” Before she could finish saying his name, her moans overtook her voice. She came. She came all over his face.
“God, I didn’t think anything could taste better than your breasts, but…oh my God.” He licked at her again, and she shivered. “Yes, you are definitely ready for making love.”
“I loved that,” she said between breaths.
“And you’ll love this, too. There might be a bit of pain. If it’s too much, just tell me and I’ll stop.”
He rose up on his knees and pressed his slick tip against her still sensitive cunny. She already knew she was going to love this. He was gentle and wet. Tender. Yet hard. He was holding back, she could see the self-control on his face. But she trusted him and his reasons.
She exhaled to relax and receive him inside of her. To be joined together as one. Something nudged inside of her. It was completely foreign. Indescribable. But beautiful. Filling.
He was filling her.
He pushed in a little further. As she exhaled, she drew him in and he groaned. His sound of desire and complete offering to her made her burn for him even more.
“Don’t hold back, Henry. Just like you told me.”
“My goddess, in a few moments I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back. But for now, I just want to soak up every feeling of bliss that this is.”
“I love you, Henry.”
“I love you, Philomena.”
She pushed her hips up to suck him in even more. “I want all of it, Henry.”
He pushed deeper, faster than she expected. She cried out.
