Page 98 of Painted Truths

He slides it along my wetness, the tip nudging my clit as I moan loudly. Impossibly turned on, I feel another gush of arousal flow from my pussy to drench his already slippery hardness.

He groans. “Fuck yes, you do. You want to come all over my cock, my greedy girl.”

As I try to push back in an effort to guide him closer to my waiting, needy slit, he holds me in place. His hardness poised teasingly at my centre. “Henry.” My voice is a throaty whisper. “Please.”

He pulls back his hips ever so slightly before placing a hand on either side of my waist, holding me in place before thrusting forward sharply into my waiting heat. The force of his possession tears a sudden scream from my hoarse throat as he holds himself buried deep inside of me.

“So… fucking… tight…” he hisses from between clenched teeth before drawing back and pumping in and out, in and out, deliciously slowly for several minutes while clenching my ass cheeks in his large palms.

“Your pussy looks so fucking beautiful taking my cock, Peaches. She stretches perfectly for me like the good girl she is.”

His praise soaks my centre with even more of my slick arousal, and he notices, judging from the low groan of pleasure that rumbles from his chest.

“I’m going to fuck you now, baby. Hard…” Both of us are panting loudly, bodies strained and on the edge. “And fast.”

And with those words, he picks up the pace, driving himself into my wetness, over and over, until I can feel another orgasm begin to build quickly in the pit of my stomach.

Henry leans over my back to wrap his arms around my chest, pulling me up, so we are kneeling, his front pressed to my back, the new angle making the sensations even more jaw-dropping as he hits parts of me I’ve never dreamt of.

“Oh fuck, Henry. I’m going to come… I’m going to come.”

My words are the impetus to drive him impossibly deeper, his already impressive member growing harder, if that were even possible. I’m on the edge of the cliff, just about to fall, as he frantically gathers the front of my dress to allow him access to my clit. Placing a finger on either side of my sensitive nub, he scissors them up and down, matching the tempo of his thrusting length.

It’s a teasing, gentle touch, just enough to make my body light up, wanting, begging for more, but before I even have to ask, Henry knows exactly what I need.

Squeezing his fingers to pinch my clit sends me flying headfirst off that precipice, and Henry follows seconds later as I feel my pulsating core milk every last drop of his seed.

We remain kneeling, motionless, for a while. Time passes as we both come back to reality, as our bodies come down from the heights we’ve taken them to, and the entire time, he keeps his arms wrapped around me, his stubble-covered jaw resting on my bare shoulder.

If I could bottle this moment, I’d keep it forever.

“Get a room, fuckers!”

Another voice draws us from our cocoon as Caden comes into view along the strand, propelling Henry into action. Sliding from my body, he grabs his tux jacket, which he’d tossed on the sand earlier, draping it over my exposed shoulders and wrapping it tightly around me to cover my naked breasts.

“Too late, you two. I was taking a leak down the ways and couldn’t help having a sneaky peek when I heard obligatory wedding sex. I see why he calls you Peaches.”

His eyes flare in amusement as he raises his eyebrows in a way he definitely knows will annoy Henry, who is currently tucking himself away and trying to not look so freshly fucked.

I can’t imagine what I must look like. Still, Caden’s laidback nonchalance is so refreshing compared to the stuffiness in my upbringing, and I can’t help choking on the chuckle I try to withhold as Henry scowls at both of us before standing, holding a hand out to help me up.

Once we are set to rights again, Caden having had the wherewithal to turn his back lest Henry do him physical harm, our trio makes the shorter than I remembered trip back to the pavilion.

Nate is the first person to cross our paths. He takes one look at me and, in a move entirely uncharacteristic of him, at least at this point in our friendship, he bursts out laughing.

Proper, deep belly laughter that lights up his almost black eyes like polished onyx.

“Oh Jesus, DeMarco. Couldn’t you have waited till afterwards at least? Come on, Peachy, I’ll show you the facilities. You might want to… fix… fix…” Nate trails off, obviously not wanting to hurt my feelings, but Mr North has no such qualms.

“You can use the main house, Peachy, because, Jesus Christ, you look like you’ve been fucked six ways from Sunday!”

Flushing bright red at the realisation he’s spot on with his description, I look around to find the correct exit to bring me to Caden and Layla’s house, but Nate presents his arm with a flourish. “Allow me.”

Levelling him with a serious face, trying my hardest to keep the threatening smirk at bay. “So long as you quit with the nickname.”

Nate quirks an eyebrow, nodding slightly before stepping forward to take my arm, until Henry slides his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder. I can feel his smirk against my neck, and I can’t stop myself from grinning idiotically.

“Not so fast. Where’s my kiss, Peach?”