He shifts the bottom half of my body, which is still pulsating, and flips me over so that now I’m resting on my stomach. Chest heaving from the loss of breath to my lungs and blood supply to everywhere but my cunt. As I start to catch my breath, I smile, tilting my head back to look at him. He pulls my torso down so that my knees hit the edge of the mattress.
“Get on all fours,” he demands.
Smack.
The slap on my ass makes my breath hitch for a second. Mostly because I wasn’t expecting it, but before I feel the warmth or even the sting, Henry is rubbing the spot.
“I love your tits, but this ass is fucking perfection. I’ve been wanting to slap it so hard.” He leans down and kisses the spot he smacked, humming. “Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy.”
It’s not exactly poetry, but the man is making me melt. It’s more words than he’s said to me all year, if I’m being honest.
He grabs me. Possessively. An ass cheek in each hand as he pulls them apart so he can see every intimate part of me. I’m not a timid woman so I preen at this moment. He groans, and less than a second later, he’s licking my slit. He finds his footing quickly. Tonguing it just enough so my pussy’s fully engulfed in his flattened tongue and wide-open lips. He drags it up slowly and doesn’t stop until he’s gotten a full pass up the seam of my ass.
Why does that feel so good?
Gripping harder, he takes another swipe with his tongue. And just as my eyes drift closed to savor the wetness, to let go of anything left that would make me feel grounded or tethered to reality, Henry stands and thrusts his cock back into me. He pistons with such force that I’m barely able to stay steady. He holds himself deep and leans forward, draping his sweat-slicked body over mine, his weight pushing me down.
“That’s it, Pixie. Take all of me like the good girl I know you can be.” He nips my neck, the space right below my ear, kissing it again before moving back. Pressing between my shoulders, my chest meets the mattress, his one hand holding him up while the other grabs at my hip. “Ass up nice and high, G. You’re going to come again before I fill you up. You understand?”
Dang, my baby is fucking dirty.
My head is nodding without thought. Hell, my body is practically saluting and “yes, sir’ing,” with the way it continues to thrum with excitement at every word he grunts out.
“Fucking hell, Hanky, make me come, and stop talking about it.”
Smack.
I let out a yelp. That’s going to be a full handprint. That fucker smacked my ass hard that time. And my pussy is loving it.Sycophant.I’m ready to drown in my orgasm, but I have stamina, and I want Henry to tell me when I can succumb.
He grabs onto both of my hips and fucks me ruthlessly. The sounds of his thighs slapping my skin is the drumbeat to this torrid soundtrack. Snaking one arm around, he manages to reach my clit, pinching while his cock dives into me deeper. I’m barely hanging on. My heavy breaths mix with moans I don’t recognize are being fucked right out of me.
“You ready to come for me?”
“So ready, baby.”
His moan is what makes my orgasm unleash. A guttural moan of pleasure from this man is truly the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. And if that wasn’t enough, Henry breathlessly demands, “Come.Now. That’s it.” He sucks in an audible breath. “That’s my girl. Take everything I’ve got.” I clench my pussy, and he grunts with his release. “Fuck.”
My mouth is dry. Ears hot. Face practically numb. My thighs are shaking. My lower abs are revolting. Quivering.
I should have passed out with the way he’s worked me over, but I don’t. His body is draped half on me and half on the bed. I love the weight of it. Quite literally, and figuratively.
My hair must be wild and in his face. Pieces of it are stuck to my neck and back. His hands rest low on my waist. Our limbs tangle in a chaotic design that is strangely comfortable. Every part of me feels so good, it’s indescribable. Content in just being fucked by a man I’ve been fantasizing about for longer than I’ve been tattooing. He’s finally infiltrated every facet of my life. Something I’ve worked tirelessly to avoid. But here, on this island, we can be exactly what we’ve wanted. Something important to each other. Something incredible.
“I’m going to need a minute.” I can hear the smile in his voice. He’s as happy as I am. I don’t need to turn over to see it. But I want to.
I bark out a laugh. The man just fucked me three times. I’m going to need a whole lotta minutes.
I turn my body so I can lie on my back. We both adjust arms and legs, but he doesn’t let go of me. Instead, he pulls me closer and nuzzles my shoulder. The tenderness of him right now is like shifting into a parallel universe compared to the rough fucker that just snow plowed my body.
He clears his throat and finally opens his eyes to look at me. I’ve been staring at his beautiful, full lips with the small white scar. But now, I get to see his eyes. A swirl of calm greens and that small splash of blue.So beautiful.
“You have some kind of tether on me, G. It’s taken more energy to fight and stay away from you over the years. And I’ve tried. Geez, have I tried to stay away.” I know he wants to say more, but I’m not sure I want to hear it. “I should call you a witch instead.”
“You think I’m casting some kind of spell over you?”
There’s a Nina Simone song that—
“It’s like the Nina Simone song,” he says, cutting off my thought. He smiles to himself.