It made him chuckle. “Olivia, you’re being impatient.”
“Henry, I want you so bad.”
He chuckled again. “You’ll have me, don’t worry.”
Sliding his fingers back down, they dipped around her hole, teasing her with the motion. She could feel herself start to drip, her need for him all-consuming. Her fingers fisted on either side of the couch cushion beneath her, trying not to look as desperate as she currently felt.
Finally, he slid his fingers into her. Pumping them a few times while pressing his thumb against her clit.
She let out a deep groan and closed her eyes, even though his fingers weren’t nearly as satisfying as she needed them to be.
“Please, please, please,” she chanted, bucking her hips each time his fingers moved deeper into her.
“You want me that badly, Olivia?”
She could tell his voice was turning rough. Maybe the sight of her begging for him to satisfy her would be enough to actually get this ball rolling.
“More.” He slid in another finger, making her groan again. “More.”
Henry cursed under his breath.
She opened her eyes when he completely pulled away from her, leaving her feeling cold and empty. She leaned up on her elbows, only to find him in the middle of quickly taking off his clothing.
The sight made her smile.
While he wrestled with ripping his pants off, she quickly sat up and unhooked her bra from around her chest, and tossed it to where the rest of her clothes were. Next, she pushed her hips up and grabbed the side of her panties, yanking them down her hips and throwing them as well.
Henry paused at seeing her, his eyes locked onto her body with a hunger that made her mouth water.
Olivia leaned back on the couch. “Like what you see?”
He nodded slowly.
Not saying anything else, she crooked her finger at him. It was almost like he was under a spell, the way he completely dropped what he was doing and immediately folded himself back over her.
She laughed a little and pulled him into a kiss, her hands finding his hips to pull the zipper the rest of the way down. She yanked at the waist of his pants, helping him slide them off his body. She felt his cock rest against her belly, the length of it surprising her.
She reached between them and wrapped her hand around him.
He groaned against her lips when she stroked him, his hips rolling to meet her movements. “Fuck,” he whispered against her lips.
“That’s what I want you to do to me, yeah.”
He laughed. “Message received.”
Pulling out of her grasp, Henry sat back on the couch and pushed her legs farther apart. He gripped the base of his length and pushed the tip against her hole.
Olivia moaned. “Oh, god. Please…”
He pushed into her slowly, her entire body wrapping around his thick cock.
“Oh god!”
He paused. “You want me to stop?”
“Henry, I swear to god, I’m going to kill you if you do that!”
That surprised a laugh out of him.