That he did this with my drawing… my heart swells with love for him, new love layering on the old.It’s as if loving Henry started as a penciled sketch that later became permanent, with inked lines that grew more prominent against a deliberate background, and finally filled in with color.Gorgeous colors.Blends of colors.Shadows.And light.
That picture takes hold in my mind, as so many have before, and I’m desperate for it to come to life.To give it all the color and attention it needs.To love him fully.
“It’s just as I said.”His thumbs wipe my tears on either side before he drops a finger on my lips.“Not now.We shouldn’t talk about it now.”
He’s right—not now.But that it sounds like a promise to talk with me about itsometimefills me with something unexpected for us—hope.Beautiful, wretched, unfair hope.
His finger finds my chin and lifts my head until my damp eyes meet his.His boyish smile brings one of my own, and my body relaxes into it, especially when he says, “Come back to me, Venus.Be with me.Here.Now.”
“I am,” I assure him, pushing the rest away.“I promise I am.”
His grin widens as his hands roam over me.I brush my face against his chest, closing my eyes to his scent.Mint and pine mix delightfully with his soap—the same as I remember.
“Kiss me, Venus,” he whispers.“Kiss me and tell me what you want to do to me.”
My face flushes just thinking about it, and with trembling fingers, I undo his pants.He kicks off his shoes, kisses me hard, and suddenly, we’re at it again—full steam.
“I wanted to do itthen,” I say, breaking away just enough for him to hear me, “but couldn’t find the courage.”
“You?I don’t believe?—”
My hands slide under his boxers, squeezing his tight ass.“Sit down.”
He obeys as I tug his briefs away, leaving him naked.I drop to my knees between his—me on the floor and him on the bed’s edge—and run my fingers up his legs, watching him, watching me.
He is hard and thick and beautiful—I never expected to consider any genitalia, outside the plant kingdom, as beautiful.But he is.Long, lean, and so familiar behind the decade since the last time I touched him.His erection nestles against my breasts as he leans up to kiss me.
He nibbles my bottom lip.“Go slow,” he says, pulling my hair aside and holding it out of the way.“Please, take your time with me, Venus.”
He groans when my lips wrap around his tip, my tongue swirling as I explore him.A gentle rise and fall ensues, sometimes my mouth, sometimes my fingers, sometimes my breasts, and sometimes just my tongue, lapping the length of him.He leans back slightly, in a raspy growl, so that he can see me better.I tilt my head, eyes locking on his as I pleasure him.He almost looks pained by how good it feels, gasping, biting his lips, his brow pinching, his hands tightening on my hair.I slide my free hand up over his and squeeze, assuring him that it’s okay to grip my head and tug on my hair.That I like the pressure.And with an expelled, “Fuuuccckk,” his fingers tangle in my hair and pull harder.
It’s strange how pleasure and pain often go together.
He tenses beneath me as I take him deeply in my mouth.And again.And again.
Though proficient in oral sex, I don’t often offer it, unless I’m feeling generous.Sex is about me, about gettingmine, and this typically isn’t much of a turn on for me.
But here, now, I’m on fire over doing this to Henry.I want to taste him, to feel him hit the back of my throat.I want him to give me everything.
“Venus,” he says in a shaky voice.“I’m close.”
So, I pause, only long enough to tell him what he told me downstairs.“Come for me, Henry.Right here.”
His hand tightens on my hair as I slide my tongue down him again.His hips press into me with delicious force, insisting that I take all of him.I match his rhythm and go deeper.
“Fuck, Venus.”He trembles under me as his muscles flex.I feel him, ready to explode.My eyes find him in the beautiful chaos, and stay fixed as he cries out, filling my mouth until it spills out of the corners.I swallow and wipe my lips.
He falls back, sighing my name.“Venus.Ah, Venus.”
I kiss his thighs and hips, making my way up him as he recovers.“My name…” I straddle his lap and tackle him against the bed in a flurry of kisses.“…will be the only one you’ll say, too.”
He laughs, wrapping his arms around me and flipping me over.Pinning me to the bed, he kisses my forehead, my nose, and then my lips.“Venus,” he says again.“You’re right.Damn, that was… unexpected.”
“If it’s to be one night, I want everything,” I say between his peppering kisses.
“You’ll have it.”He caresses my nipple before lowering his head to kiss it.A moan escapes when I feel the light scrape of his teeth.But then he sits up, hovering over me, his eyes darting over every inch of me, like I’m a delicious buffet, and he can’t decide what he wants first.
“I like you looking at me,” I say, unable to remember the last time I felt this beautiful.This wanted.
