He moved up her body steadily, making sure to plant a kiss on each part of her that he may have missed the first time around. She sighed, pressing herself against him as she felt his manhood, still hard as stone, trace up her frame.
“Are you okay here?” Henry asked, lingering at her mouth.
Olivia couldn't help but smile. She pulled him in for a sloppy embrace and then leaned against his forehead breathlessly.
“I want you here,” her hushed voice rumbled. “I want you everywhere, Henry.”
The words came out on their own, possessing their own life. She didn’t care that they were lying on the hard ground. The urgency she felt to feel him all over her was enough for her, even if she had bruises and scratches later on.
Henry flashed her a smirk, then gave her a light, fluttery kiss on her nose. He then sat up and held himself at the base of his shaft. Olivia looked down at him, licking her lips, craving him with such an intense ache.
She opened for him like a flower reaching for the sun. He slowly slid inside her, silky and wet, then collapsed onto her neck as he groaned.
“Oh, Olivia,” he murmured. “You’re amazing.”
Olivia wrapped her legs around his waist and elevated her hips, encouraging him to begin stroking. He did soon after, and the sensation was positively minded bursting.
He fit inside her perfectly. He began stroking inside her with measured thrusts while he wrapped his arms around her head and neck, lifting her off the floor. He ravaged her neck, kissing, sucking, and even biting a bit. His musk engulfed her, making her think of sweet candies and a walk in the forest at the same time.
They moved together the way waves move against the shore. The quiet of the studio and the dim rush of people beyond them meant nothing to the two lovers on that bright afternoon. Olivia could feel Henry breathing hard into her, his body progressively growing more and more frantic. She clung to him, her arms wrapped around his head, leaning her neck back and welcoming his animalistic appetite.
“I think I, I …”
Henry cut off his own sentence by thrusting hard into Olivia, making her gasp, meeting his thrusts with equal speed and persistence. Their bodies slapped into each other, echoing through the quiet room, the stark eroticism of the moment bringing Olivia closer to yet another explosion.
“Yes, Henry, don’t stop!” she bellowed into his ear.
Henry growled as his mouth opened and wrapped around the nape of her neck, the combined sensitivity of her pussy, nipples, and erogenous zones making her want to chuckle with satisfaction. He continued thrusting faster as she squeezed her legs around his waist, arching her head as her climax blasted through her body like a roller coaster.
“Henry! Yes!”
He moved his hips with hers as her pleasure spilled all over him. He was close, too. She could feel it and continued shoving her pelvis upward to meet him at the pinnacle of his climax.
Henry growled deeply, the rumble making her body vibrate as he came inside her. They both rolled their bodies breathlessly, relishing in the delight. Olivia never wanted it to stop, basking in her own and her lover's enjoyment until the end of time.
“Olivia,” he moaned into her ear.
She continued to breathe hard as they soared together, somewhere else entirely other than the room where she had painted many of her masterpieces. She thought, though, that making love to Henry on the floor was the greatest, most thrilling piece of art she could have ever conjured on her own.
Their bodies slowed to stillness, with Henry still lying on top of her, his body wonderfully covering her own. She wanted to melt into him, to become one with his form, so they never had to have another misunderstanding again.
She had heard about feeling that way before. There were arguments, fights, and disagreements, but as long as the lovemaking was going on, there was a reason to battle for what you wanted. Olivia often fled at the first sight of conflict, a defense mechanism she had practiced and honed over her years of mistrust.
But she lay there with Henry feeling as open and vulnerable as a rose. He nurtured her with his words, his hands, his mouth. It made her feel more alive than she had felt in years, yet there was that itch in her mind that she wanted to see as something suspicious.
Henry rested his head against her breasts as she let her legs clap onto the floor. She was slowly becoming more lucid, the sticky paint against her skin growing more irritating. She breathed in Henry’s hair as he panted against her, the scent still giving her jitters even after having two amazing orgasms.
“I like you, Olivia,” Henry muttered.
Olivia was staring up at the ceiling, feeling a jolt of fear. Her body was relaxed from the endorphins coursing through her veins, but she recalled at that moment how he had told her he was falling in love with her earlier. It had all made sense, especially feeling the way he touched her, wanting her to feel as much if not more pleasure in their union.
No fuck buddy wanted to do that.
She continued to stroke his hair as her anxiety grew beneath her skin.
“Is that what you were going to say?” she blurted out.
Henry propped himself up over her. His eyes were glazed over from his climax, but he still looked as sexy and handsome as ever.