Page 86 of Painted Truths

At my words, Henry turns his attention to my exposed throat, first flattening his tongue over the area before closing his lips and sucking hard while keeping up the delicious momentum of his hand.

And then I’m screaming his name over and over again until I’m hoarse as I come so hard, I almost black out.

I’m a sagging mess, jumbled inside and out, as I look up at him through barely hooded eyes, taking in his angry, beautiful face, knowing precisely what is happening here and needing it more than I need my next breath.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Henry

Liv’s impossibly tight channel contracts around my fingers as she erupts loudly, screaming my name just as I told her she would.

And I meant every fucking word.

I’m going to make her forget every other prick who’s experienced her intoxicating responsiveness. Who’s had her addictive cunt. The thought of another man touching her, touching what’s mine, rips a low growl from my chest, vibrating through her shattered body.

She throws her head back against my shirt-clad chest, her eyes hooded, glazed and barely able to hold mine, her hair a tangled mess as she exposes her slender neck to me. Leaning forward, I lick and nibble along the sensitive area of her lower neck in that way I know she likes, making her moan loudly, her hungry cunt sucking my fingers in ever further. Her wetness dripping down my fucking arm makes me harder than I’ve ever been.

Feeling her legs go from underneath her while her body recedes from its crescendo, I pluck her from the floor, allowing her to snuggle against my broad chest as I carry her across the open living space to our bedroom.

Setting her gently on the bed, I unfold into a standing position, tugging the strings on her bikini top as I go so that my eyes can feast upon her spectacularly naked form. Only the light from the full moon reflected on the ocean lights up the room, and it’s just about enough to appreciate the absolute perfection in human form that she is.

Her knees are pressed together and bent slightly, making her appear even shorter than her petite 5’3”. Her flat stomach flares out to meet generous hips that make her waist look impossibly small, in turn making her pert tits that are already a bountiful handful look even more full. Her nipples are pink, pebbled and standing proud in the barely lit room, and my mouth salivates at the thought of devouring her whole.

I shuck off my shoes and socks quickly, never losing eye contact as she nibbles seductively on her lower lip. The clink of my belt and the sound of my zipper are the only sounds that fill the darkened room as I strip down, my shirt following seconds later, leaving me in my tight, dark boxer shorts, my cock begging to be freed.

Lowering my body over hers, she opens her legs to grant me access until we are brow to brow, her bullet-like nipples slicing into my bare chest. The sensation of skin on skin is too heady to stem the moan of unfettered need that rips from my chest, which in turn makes her whimper my name softly.

“Henry.” Her voice is a low whisper, an entreaty, as I taste her honeyed breath on my lips. “Kiss me. Please.”

The desperation in her plea is too much. My mouth claims her in a plundering kiss, tongues dancing with unmatched hunger as we explore each other’s mouths for long, luscious minutes, driving each other’s needs higher and higher.

Grinding my hips and rubbing my hard-on against her soaked pussy in a delicious promise of what’s to come, I pull my mouth back from duelling with hers as my eyes slowly peruse her flushed face.

“You never said where you wanted me to kiss you, baby.”

One side of my mouth lifts in a smirk before I trail open-mouthed kisses the whole way down her body, from her jaw, along her neck, and onto that sweet spot that earns me a gasp of pleasure before I continue my assault.

Pressing butterfly kisses along her ribcage, onto her shivering stomach, before laving my tongue along the rim of her belly button, she arches against me, needing the friction only my body can provide as I continue descending lower and lower to my own personal paradise.

Her bare pussy is glistening in the moonlight as I slowly part her lips, exposing her plump, throbbing clit and take in the nectar dripping down, down to her puckered asshole and onto the white bedsheets. The sight alone makes my balls draw up, and I have to hold myself back from blowing my load like an unseasoned teen.

Bending forward, I trace the tip of my nose along her wet folds before nudging it against her trembling nub, sending a shudder straight through her while she draws in gulps of air frantically.

Seating myself firmly between her thighs, I press them further apart to display her to my eager gaze. I run my tongue the entire length of her shimmering sex, then flick her swollen bud with the pointed tip as her hips jerk against me, needing the touch of my waiting mouth. Finally, I move down to her entrance to ram my tongue into her wet core repeatedly, tongue fucking her without mercy. Her body writhes against my face, my scruff chafing the insides of the delicate flesh on her thighs as her slickness coats my tongue, my lips, my mouth.

Flattening my tongue, I glide it up from her gaping opening along her wet heat before engulfing her throbbing clit into the warmth of my mouth and sucking.

Hard.

She explodes without warning, grasping my hair roughly and holding my head in place. She rises to meet my plundering, drenching my mouth and chin with her essence as she cries out my name like a prayer.

Like a benediction.

“Oh, Henry, I’m coming. Don’t stop. I’m coming.”

Her screams are like music to my melody deprived ears.

I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. And I don’t fucking want to.