Loosening his grip on my hair, he let me shift forward, my hands on his jeans. I kissed the gleaming tip gently before probing at the piercing with my tongue. It was an odd sensation, and I couldn’t help what it would feel likeelsewhere.
The growl he gave made me slide my lips over the swollen tip of his cock, craving more of his pleasure. It was like his every moan fuelled me to take more. Henry let me explore him for a few minutes at my own pace, lathing him with my tongue into he grew veined and fully engorged.
‘That’s it,’ he whispered, using his hold on my hair to guide me. ‘Fuck, you’re good at this.’
When he pressed my head lower, he let out a shaky exhale that vibrated through every word he spoke next.
‘Christ, Amanda…’
Henry’s control waned. His hips rocked, slow at first, then with a punishing rhythm that stole my breath. He held me tight, saliva coating us both as he grazed the entrance to my throat.
And greedily, I wanted to take all of him.
‘Every time you comply like this, it ruins me a little more.’
My whole body heated at the deep growl in his words, then his tone darkened.
‘I thought about this,’ he said between thrusts into my mouth, his breath ragged, ‘every time you snapped at me. Every time that sharp little attitude flared up. I imagined fucking the attitude right out of you.’
I whimpered, the sound muffled against him.
‘Of you here, on your knees, taking every inch like a good girl.’
He shuddered.
‘I’m obsessed with you. I spend all day imagining what I’ll do to you when the house goes quiet. How I’ll take you apart. How I’ll fill you?—’
My breath caught as he thrust sharply, piercing my throat as I gagged.
Henry tensed, hot cum filling my throat until I coughed and sent it spluttering over both of us in a great white stream.
He exhaled, in a long and slow groan, his fingers stroking the back of my neck as I knelt back and looked up at him. Satisfaction coiled in my chest at the way his face grew so utterly serene.
‘Come here,’ he said. ’Let me hold you.’
‘You’re covered in cum.’
‘So are you,’ he pointed out.
‘Good point.’
I curled into his lap and smiled. He pressed his nose to my hair, breathing me in.
‘Well, who knew you were hiding all that heat in that sharp little mouth of yours.’
‘Wait until you discover what other pleasures I’m hiding.’
‘Behave, you. I’m too tired for you to be getting me all horny again.’
I laughed. ‘Aren’t you the younger man? Shouldn’t you be halfway through round two already?’
‘Not when you sucked my soul out of my god damned cock.’
‘I have a gift for you,’ I said. ‘Mind if I go shower in my room and bring it through?’
‘I don’t need a gift, you’re gift enough, but go for it. I’ll come through in twenty?’
By the time we’d both showered and sat on my bed in the fluffy white Bayview Manor dressing gowns, tiredness nipped at my eyes.
