Beautiful.
“Your turn.” She stands, taking my phone from my hands without hesitation. “Stay right there where you are.” She backs up a bit. “Smile.” And when I do, I see her smile beaming on the other side.
I’m not falling in love with Maisie, I’ve already fallen.
40
MAISIE
When Henry realized there was not only one buttwo‘The Princess Diaries’ movies, he insisted we watch both.
I won’t lie, when he put his arm around me and pulled me in closer, I felt butterflies flutter in my stomach like I was a teenage girl all over again.
“I, uh, it’s okay if not,” I whisper, “but would I be able to stay the night? I don’t like driving this late. I can sleep out here but also don’t mind going home and?—”
“You’re not staying on the couch when you can stay with me.” He practically growls in response.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ll beg if you need me to. You know I don’t mind getting on my knees for you.”
“Is that so?” I nearly purr and find myself thinking about him on his knees for me again.
“Very so.” He sits up from beside me, crawling off the sofa, and I instantly miss his presence. He kneels in front of me on the hardwood. “Please, Maisie, will you stay the night with me?” He pouts as he asks, laying his head on my thigh. “Imagine all the fun we could have.”
I tangle my hand through his hair knowing he loves when I touch him this way—well in any way. “All the fun while we’re sleeping?” I tease.
He smirks, crawling up my body and caging me in as he whispers against my mouth, “I think we both know we won’t be sleeping.”
His mouth closes in on mine and I can feel his hard cock against my thigh and pull him closer. The kiss is deep and long, like we both know this might be one of the last times we get to do this.
I break the kiss against my will. “Take me to bed, Henry.”
He wastes no time in scooping me up and taking me to his room. Time goes by so slowly I almost beg him to set me down on the floor and kiss me then and there but somewhere between his groans and me kissing his neck, we both push through his bedroom door and fall onto his bed.
There’s a silent conversation happening between us as we rip off each other's clothes, begging to be skin to skin. My sweatshirt and sweats come off and I sit on top of him in just my panties, my knees cradling each side of his hips.
At the first sight of my breasts he inadvertently pushes his hips up and I feel him against my core. Even through the fabric of his sweats and my underwear, it’s enough to make me moan.
“How are you real?” He stares at me; not my body, not my breasts but atme. I’m wondering the same thing as I trail my pointer finger down his bare chest.
“We don’t have to, but Maisie,” he groans again as I writhe against him, “I'm begging you. Please let me fuck you again."
I eagerly nod as I lean down, pressing my mouth against his. “Please,” I beg.
He quickly grabs me and flips us over so he’s on top of me now. “I have to have a taste before we do that.” His eyes go dark when he pulls down my panties at lightning speed. “I’ve beenthinking about your pussy every minute of every day. You have me fucking my hand more than I ever have before,” he growls, “especially to those pictures you sent me.”
My breathing is heavy as he wastes no time diving in and fucking me with his tongue. Last time he was gentle and soft, but this time he’s eating me like I’m his last meal. I feel my pussy clench around his face, most likely suffocating him, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
I barely get my breath under control before he swings my legs up over his shoulders and his fingers start toying with my clit at the same time as his tongue. The way he’s sucking and groaning has me so close to coming already.
I look down and see his pants and boxers halfway down as he fists his cock, stroking with urgency. The sensation of his tongue and fingers playing with me while knowing he’s getting himself off is enough for me to come undone.
I was never loud during sex until Henry and now I can’t control myself when he savors me. My legs start to shake, squeezing his face in place as my orgasm takes over. I feel him moan into my pussy as his hand starts stroking himself faster.
Henry laps up every bit of me until I finally come down. He’s kneeling in front of me, fucking his fist, and it is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
“I’m not done with you yet.” He’s looking at me with my moisture coating his face. “Flip over. Ass up for me, baby.”
