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“There’s enough. Trust me.” He laid her gently on the soft cloth, his hands trailing over her shoulders, breasts, belly and hips. He skimmed lightly over her skin, the caresses barely there. Sophie quivered, fresh desire spiking her veins.
Lying as he’d placed her, thighs parted, arms at her sides, Sophie watched as Henry undressed with swift precision. She licked her lips as he undid his cufflinks and pulled the dress shirt completely off, setting it on a nearby shelf.
She didn’t see him heel-and-toe off his shoes and socks, but he must have done so because when he dropped his slacks and boxers, he stood bare before her. Her heart performed a rather passable jeté as he sank to his knees and tugged her forward.
Henry lifted her legs around his shoulders, eyes glinting as he bent to press his mouth to her her drenched sex. Despite the monumental orgasm that had swept through her only a few minutes ago, the touch of his hot mouth on her pussy sent a shard of pleasure deep into her gut.
“Henry, God!” Sophie moaned, the muscles of her belly tightening as she leaned up on her elbows to watch him. He met her gaze, rubbing his open mouth back and forth against the slick lips of her slit. He licked his lips, nuzzling his chin against her inner thigh.
“I want to make you feel good, mia bella Sophie.”
His voice was thick, his gaze dark and intense. And there was so much to his words. He was bad for her, he’d said. He’d only hurt her. He’d sounded like he really believed that. Was he trying to prove, perhaps to both of them, that he could do better than that?
She brushed her fingers lightly against his cheek, his lips, his hair. “You do, Henry.”
There was a tender fierceness in his gaze as he pressed a kiss to her mound. Then his tongue snaked out to lap at her, pushing wet heat against her clit and lower, into the satin clutch of her swollen passage.
Sophie fell back on the cot, arching, her fingers tightening in his hair. She lifted her hips, urging him against her reawakened flesh.
He nibbled and sucked, his mouth insistent as he once again drove her back up to pulsing, writhing peaks of pleasure. His hands weren’t still either, roaming her body while he worked between her thighs. He stroked and caressed her breasts, tugging her nipples until she cried out at the tingling bolts of sensation this sent into her womb.
As she grew more frantic, rubbing and pressing herself against his mouth, so too did his ministrations. He kneaded her hips and belly before sliding his grip down beneath her ass, lifting her to his wicked mouth. His tongue speared inside her, pushing and sliding, deliciously hot and the tiniest bit rough against her tender tissues.
Henry pulled her clit between his lips and pressed, sucking, tipping her over the edge.
Golden, sparkling pulses of pleasure cascaded through Sophie like the finale of a fireworks show, exploding behind her eyes and between her thighs.
This time she was aware of calling out her love for Henry, unable to contain the words when he had made her feel this way. He responded with a feral growl, dragging his mouth over her belly as he crawled quickly up her body, his movements strong and powerful, like a great cat.
He took her mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue demanding against hers. He tasted of her, his lips and face still warm and damp with her juices. Sophie wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, squeezing him tightly as she curled her legs around his waist.
“Tesoro,” he murmured, nipping her lip, and then slipped into her with one slow, deep push. His cock was thick and hot and pulsing inside her. Sophie clung to him, trembling at the sensation of being filled, stretched, completed. Henry’s broad palms cradled her head, his eyes glittering. He didn’t move, just held himself within her.
And then his eyes drifted closed and he sighed, his voice ragged. Sophie wasn’t sure she caught all of his whispered words then, though she wouldn’t know what “desidero che potrei rimanere qui per sempre” meant either way.
Still, she cupped his face between her palms and kissed his mouth. “I love you, Henry Medina.”
He moved then, the urgency of their earlier joining gone, though none of the intensity was. They didn’t speak anymore, not out loud. But Henry watched her face as he rocked into her, pressing her down into the cot. The metal legs shifted and squeaked beneath their weight, but Sophie didn’t care.
She held him against her heart, urged him with the press of her ankles against the small of his flexing back, the stroke of her hands against his shoulders. She met each thrust with an arch of her own, shivering with the fierce tingling of each glide of his cock inside her, the friction hot and delicious.
Her fingernails dug into the sweat slick skin of his muscled arms as pleasure expanded within her yet again, pushing outward from beneath her skin like a bubble. Her breath was a ragged pant, her breasts rubbing against the wiry mat of Henry’s chest hair.
He slid his arms beneath her, lifting her against him, his hold tight. He surrounded her, filled not only her body, but all her senses; the spicy scent of his skin, rasp of his breath, the wet slide of his cock, his dark eyes burning into hers, the intoxicating taste of his mouth as he took hers in a passionate kiss. Sophie felt as if there wasn’t a single inch of her self, inside or out, that Henry wasn’t touching. It was beautiful and perfect.
Tears stung her eyes, slipping from beneath her lids as her eyes fluttered closed and she was swept beneath the tide of overwhelming pleasure as Henry made her come again. She cried out, arching hard against him, fingers digging into his shoulders, legs squeezing as her pussy clamped down on his shaft.
This time, Henry came with her. His groan sounded wrenched from deep within him as he drove his cock into her, pressing his pubic bone tight to hers as he twitched and jerked. Sophie felt the swell and pulse of his flesh within her and the warm rush of his seed filling her. She shuddered, more tears wetting her cheeks as even more pleasure rippled through her at the slick heat of it.
Henry pressed his forehead hard to hers, his breath warm on her damp skin as he, too, shuddered with his release. His weight bore down on her, but Sophie didn’t care. She tightened her arms and legs around him, holding him there, not wanting him to move, to leave her.
Beneath them, the metal legs of the cot gave a squealing groan, but they didn’t collapse. Henry chuckled softly. “That’s some quality craftsmanship.”
“Seriously,” Sophie huffed a laugh. “I’m impressed.”
His lips touched the arch of her brow, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. Sophie sighed. She knew they still needed to talk. They hadn’t exactly finished their conversation earlier. They’d gotten sidetracked.
With delightful results, admittedly. But still. She stroked the long muscles of his back, trailing her fingertips along the bumps of his spine. Henry exhaled softly, his breath brushing softly across her throat and the tops of her breasts.
