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“Don’t worry, I don’t plan to leave you wanting.” He climbed between her thighs and reached across the bed for the champagne bottle, taking a long pull before offering it to her.
She pressed the cool glass to her lips and the sweet, bubbly drink poured over her tongue. Henry reached out with one finger and tipped the bottle’s base up higher, causing champagne to flood her mouth. The liquid streamed from the corners of her lips and ran in thick rivulets down her neck and torso before soaking into a puddle between her thighs. Sophie gasped, swallowing the last of the champagne in her mouth as Henry drew the bottle from her hand and set it down. He bent over her, urging her onto her back as he sucked the wine from her the skin of her throat, his tongue delving into the hollow between her collarbone. Sophie lowered herself to her back as he moved over her, bringing her hands up to tangle in his silky hair.
“That’s it, dolce,” he murmured against the thin skin of her sternum. “Hold on to me.”
Sophie shuddered at the husky sound of his voice and the hot press of his lips as he skimmed them over the flesh of her chest. When his mouth closed over one turgid nipple, her back arched off the bed and her fingers tightened in his hair as she pulsed with desire. She rocked her hips upward, trying to make contact with Henry’s cock, but his hands were firm on her thighs, holding her to the bed as he continued the leisurely downward journey of his mouth.
“Please, Henry,” she pleaded. “Please.”
His lips brushed back and forth over the sensitive skin just above the mound of her pussy. She arched upward, pressing herself against the hard angle of his chin. Henry laughed, his tongue dipping down to wriggle against her engorged clit. She cried out, thighs twitching.
“I love it when you beg so sweetly, dolce.”
He gripped one trembling thigh in his left hand and drew it wide, spreading her slick folds open. She moaned as his hot tongue slid along the delicate lips of her sex, delving between to explore the intricate pink folds of slippery flesh. He sucked the stiff bud of her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, sending blazing waves of pleasure rolling through her with each teasing lick.
“Yes, Henry, god yes!”
Her head spun with a combination of the champagne, the spicy scent of Henry’s skin, and the pleasure building within her at each stroke of his tongue. Her chest heaved with ragged, panting breaths as she rocked her hips, rubbing the length of her dripping pussy against his mouth.
“Come for me, dolce,” he murmured before covering her pulsing clit with his lips and sucking hard, tongue massaging in tight circles around the sensitive flesh.
Her orgasm ripped through her like jagged bolts of electricity, galvanizing her body, starting at her toes. She arched upward, spine bowing, spasming pussy pressing hard against his mouth
and chin. The muscles in her thighs, arms and belly tensed as the sizzling wave of sensation rolled up her body.
For what felt like endless moments she was adrift in time and space, weightless, thoughtless but for the pleasure that bubbled through her. Like the champagne Henry had licked from her skin, she was liquid and sweet and tingling. She only slowly came back to herself as he held himself above her body.
She felt the hot, silken length of his cock brush her belly and breathed out a soft sigh. She grasped his waist, pulling him close to her as he rocked his hips against her pelvis. She whimpered and arched against him, her sex still responsive to him.
“Hush, dolce ragazza. Trust me.”
Did she? Sophie pressed her mouth to his, breathing his breath, and nodded. He urged her arms up, around his neck. The wiry hair on his chest chafed her tender nipples as he nudged her knees onto his hips. “Hold on to me, dolce.”
Henry cupped her head in one hand and her hip in the other and rolled, swapping their places. She squeaked in surprise at the sudden shift. He laughed softly, but the sound dissolved into a groan as her sweat slick body rested against him, trapping the stiff length of his cock between them.
Henry cupped her buttocks in his big hands, encouraging her to grind herself along his rigid shaft. She rocked against him, the smooth, slick head of his cock prodding her sensitive clit and igniting a blaze of pleasure in her belly.
His voice was smoky. “Yes, dolce.” His breath was hot in her ear. “Rub your sweet little pussy on me.”
He nipped her shoulder and collarbone, holding her body flush against his as she writhed and moaned. Warmth pulsed in her slick sex and suddenly she felt herself on the trembling edge of yet another orgasm. She gasped in surprise. As if he knew, Henry pressed his fingers into the base of her spine, rubbing in lazy circles. Her pleasure didn’t diminish at all, but the imminent orgasm receded, leaving her trembling and panting as she lay tense on top of him.
Her breathing slowed the slightest bit. Henry, seemingly attuned to her slightest sigh, lifted her hips. He spread his legs, nudging hers farther apart, and lined the head of his cock up with her slick entrance. His dark eyes met and held her gaze as he pushed upward, sliding the hot, hard ridge of his flesh into her inch by slow inch.
The satin smooth head of his cock parted her wet folds, stretching her snug walls in tiny increments. The feeling was excruciating and exquisite. “Henry, please!” He liked to drive her to that edge of desperation and hear her plead. If that’s what he wanted, she was happy to give it to him, so long as he gave her what she wanted too.
When the last several inches of his stiff shaft slipped inside her and he was seated to the hilt, Sophie moaned.
“Look at me, dolce.” His lips brushed along her jaw. She raised her eyes to his and he caught her mouth in a tender kiss, tongue dancing delicately over hers, as he began to move inside her. He drew the hard length of himself out of her wet folds until the head rested just within the opening of her sopping pussy, and then pressed back inside her in that same leisurely glide. “You are so beautiful, Sophie,” he murmured against her mouth. “Seeing you like this, eyes soft with desire, cheeks flushed with pleasure, mouth swollen from my kiss while you ride my cock. I’ve never seen anything so lovely.”
She groaned, lids fluttering. The only thing that had ever made her feel so alive was dancing, but she hadn’t felt that way since her injury and Christian’s rejection. Not until now. She felt aware of every thrumming cell of her body as he moved within her.
“Please, Henry. I don’t know how much more I can take.” Lying so still on him while he controlled the movement was driving her mad. The pleasure was growing impossibly high within her, vibrating through her and threatening to shatter at any moment.
He rotated his hips, curling them upward as he pressed her down onto his hard length. “You want to come, dolce?”
“Yes! Whatever I want, you said.” Her fingers curved into his shoulders like talons.
“I can’t go back on a promise,” he grunted as he rolled again, a half turn this time, stopping when they lay on their sides.
