“But I want to know. Do you want a child with me?”
He looked up at her, his eyes such a clear, open hazel, that they stunned her for a moment.
“Of course,” he said. “Whenever you want.”
The words melted something inside her—some hurt that she hadn’t even known was there and that she wouldn’t have been able to name.
“I feel the same. I don’t want to take care.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very.”
He swallowed hard and gave her a solemn nod. He looked, momentarily, unable to speak.
And then she had a wicked idea.
She moved down his body until her mouth was level with his cock.
“No,” he said, “I’ll spend too quickly.”
“I just want a taste,” she said, taking him into her hands.
He groaned in acquiescence.
Still taking care to move gently, she opened her mouth and placed it around him. It was the first time that she had ever done such a thing. He tasted like salt and spiced soap. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and he bucked, grasping her hand.
“I’ll spend,” he warned again.
She decided not to torment him any longer. She removed her mouth from his cock and rose up to where she had been before.
“Can we do it…do people do it…with the woman like this?” She was relatively sure of the answer, but, suddenly, she felt shy.
“Yes, darling.”
“Would you like that?”
“Very much.”
She straddled him, pushing his cock against her entrance. At first, she just put the tip inside and he gasped. Then, she slid down, easing herself onto him, his cock large and pulsing and her body working to accommodate him. When he was fully inside of her, she held still, savoring the feeling of him stretching her innermost muscles.
“Fuck,” he swore. “Henrietta. You feel so good.”
She dragged her fingertips across his chest and then leaned down to kiss him. She made it slow and soft and torturous—and the sensations made her own pelvic muscles clench. She could feel herself fluttering on his cock. Apparently he could as well because he swore and grabbed her shoulder.
Henrietta looked into his eyes and saw the helplessness there. He was completely at her mercy. She supposed it was wrong of her but she loved feeling her power over him. In all her years of wanting him, she had never suspected it could be possible that he could want her in return. And yet, here he was, gasping under her, rendered vulnerable by the smallest twitch of her most secret muscles.
“You know that I could never have this with anyone else,” she said, suddenly feeling that it was very important he understand her feelings for him. And then, to add a bit of torture to her statement, she flexed her pelvic muscles, intentionally this time.
In response, he gave a cry that was so raw, so primal, she nearly came.
“Me either,” he responded, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smile. “But you’ll have to move. I’ll die otherwise.”
She smiled, reveling in her power over him.
Instead of moving, she clenched her innermost muscles again. She loved the feeling of herself flexing against his cock.
“Ah,” he said, touching her on her hip, steadying her with his hand. “Henrietta.” His voice was a dark warning but she didn’t care.
