Page 56 of When We Were More
The only thing I still have on up top is my lacy black bra. The temptation to say something self-deprecating is strong, but I stop myself.
“God, you’re even more beautiful than I thought you’d be.” His words don’t sound like mere platitudes of a man trying to get in my pants. I think he means them. It makes me feel sexy… and brave. I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, letting the straps fall down my arms before I slip it off. “Fuuuck.” Henry’s eyes are focused on my chest now, and both hands are cupping my breasts. Suddenly, I need more control of my body, and I wiggle my legs from around him, then position my knees at his side. I’ve figured out this position will allow me to move easier.
Henry brings his lips to one of my nipples and sucks it into his mouth. My God, it’s incredible. I can’t stop myself from rocking on his cock, needing some relief from the tension building there.
“That’s my girl, take what you need from me, baby.” He murmurs the words around my nipple, and it somehow increases the pressure even more.
“Henry… I need…”
“Tell me. Tell me what you need.”
“I need to come,” I whisper. “Please.”
He’s moving his mouth up to my neck and plants kisses, nips, and licks there. One hand cups a breast, and the other splays across my ass.
“How would you like to come?”
I slow my movements. “I-I have options?”
An amused laugh escapes him. “You have lots of options. Do you want to hear them?” He whispers the words near my ear and then resumes covering my neck with his mouth.
“Yes, I want to hear them. Say them close to my ear like that. I… I liked that.”
His mouth moves near my ear again, and I shiver.
“I could fuck you with my cock. In any position you want. Even how we’re sitting now.” God, his words make my pussy throb with need. I roll against him a little faster, pressing harder. “I could make you come with my hand, filling you with my fingers, pumping in and out of you, and stroking back and forth over your G-spot.”
I tense. He notices and pulls back, his eyes searching mine.
“What is it?” His voice is kind, sweet, almost. Nothing like what he-whose-name-we-shall-not-say-here would be. He’d get very angry at me if I showed any discomfort—emotional or physical—during sex. Or he’d say there was something wrong withmeif I didn’t have an orgasm.
“I don’t think I have one. You should probably have that info going into this so you don’t waste your time.”
“One what?” He sounds legitimately confused.
“A G-spot. I’m pretty sure I don’t have one.”
His eyes darken. “You do have one, Matilda. If someone never located it before, it’s because you’ve been with men who didn’t know what they were doing or were too lazy to find it. Neither of those things describe me, and I’ll prove to you that you have one. Okay?”
I stare at him for a moment. The intensity in his eyes, the confidence in his words nearly undo me.
“What if you’re wrong?” I whisper.
“I’m not.” He plants a tender kiss on my lips. “I promise. Do you trust me?”
I stare into his eyes. He’s waiting for an answer. Do I trust him?
“Yes.” My voice is soft, but clear. “Finish telling me the other ways, now.” He chuckles again, and I love the sound.
With him staring into my eyes, a thumb brushing faintly across my lips, he continues.
“I could tease you and fuck you with one of those toys I bet you have upstairs that you use to get off when you need to,thenfuck you a second time with my cock. Or I could lay you back on this couch and eat your sweet pussy until I’ve had my fill and you’ve come all over my face.” God, his filthy mouth is turning me on to the point I can barely stand it. I press my pussy down a little harder on him and moan.
“If I choose the mouth one, can I still have your cock after?” My words are tentative.
“Of course, you can. Is that what you want?”
I pull my lower lip between my teeth and nod. Henry brings his mouth to mine and kisses me, desperate and hard as though he can’t get enough of me.
