A low groan is all he can manage at first, and then, “Your grip is firmer, less virginal now. I love it.”
And I’m just getting started!
Pressing against his raging arousal, I trace the outline of his cock with my fingertips, stroke him, tease him. His breathing becomes heavier as he leans into my touch, relishing the sensation.
“Gigi,” he murmurs. “You’re driving me crazy.”
My body responds to his words, and I move closer, eager for more intimate contact.
“I want you,” I whisper, even as I begin unbuckling his belt. But I’m too eager, too clumsy.
He swats my unhelpful hands out of the way and undoes the buckle himself. We take off our jeans and the rest of our clothing in a feverish hurry. When he frees his turgid cock, I reach to grip it again, my hand burning for the feel of its hardness, its fullness, its warm, velvety skin.
But he denies me again. “Later. I need to be inside you now.”
With a swift motion, he guides me down onto the floor cushions. As my back sinks into the softness, he looms over me, formidable, virile, lusting for me. I feast my eyes on the beautiful lines of his torso.How I’ve missed that sight!
This man was born to make love to me, to hold dominion over my body. And this woman—this princess—wants nothing more than to surrender to his power, to relinquish herself to him.
I wrap my hands and legs around him and pull him closer. He positions himself at my entrance, gazing down at me with a hunger that makes my center ache in response. Sliding a handbetween my legs, he finds that I’m ready to receive him—and, boy, am I ready! Something feral glints in his eyes, as he pushes his cock into my wet channel without ceremony or elegance, stretching and filling my body with his.
I moan loudly, unable to contain my joy. Henri’s hands grip my hips like it’s a matter of life and death that I don’t pull away but remain pinned in place, sheathing him to the hilt.
Silly man!I wouldn’t dream of moving away from him now. Quite the contrary. I revel in his length and thickness inside me. My body is celebrating that familiar, long-lost fit of his cock and my vagina. It’s sweeter than anything I’ve ever known.
His thrusts are slow at first, teasing and drawn out. But soon, he picks up the pace. Each new thrust becomes more powerful than the last, hitting just the right spot inside me. I begin to tremble, my entire body jerks and convulses and as he pounds into me. I’m lying under his magnificent form and, at the same time, floating somewhere above it, blink drunk on pleasure.
The sounds of our ragged breaths and our bodies slapping against each other as he thrusts into me again and again become louder than the rain outside. His fingers dig into my skin. My legs are wrapped around his waist and my heels are pressed into his buttocks. I buckle and arch beneath him.
I invoke his name, along with other sounds, mostly groans. I plead for that hard, deep, final stroke that never failed to push me over the edge. I tell him I’m close, so close… He stills.
What? Why?
He begins to pull out.
Noooo!I twist my body and writhe, trying to hold him back. But he shows no sympathy whatsoever for my cause.
What the fuck, Henri?
Is he exacting some kind of misguided revenge because I broke up with him ten years ago?If only he knew!I had nochoice but to leave him, considering what transpired. Given the circumstances, it’s me who should be seeking revenge!
Henri pulls himself fully from my clenching vagina and draws away, leaving me bereft. He takes in the sight of me undone and flips me onto my front. Relief washes over me.This isn’t over!He isn’t hanging me out to dry. He’s still committed to taking me to my destination. This is just an emergency measure to make my glorious journey there last longer.
As he trails hot kisses down my neck and shoulders, I lift my tummy off the cushion and fold my knees. He pins my hands above my head. With his free hand, he cups my breasts and kneads, one at a time, then both, then one by one again, teasing my nipples until they swell and harden again. A shiver of anticipation runs through me.
“How badly do you want this?” he whispers into my ear, his voice coarse.
I try to respond, but what comes out is more of a wail than a word. Fuck it, I’m beyond caring. I push my derriere upward and spread my thighs in invitation.
Nothing happens.
I turn my head to see what’s going on. With his hand on the base of his rock-hard cock, Henri is eating up my exposed sex with his eyes. His chest is heaving, his breaths become ragged and hard. Watching him watch me like this might just be the most erotic experience I’ve ever had.
Without warning, his hand delivers a firm slap to the underside of my right butt cheek, sending a jolt of sensation through my entire body. I gasp. It’s not a painful smack, but a measured one, meant to amplify the pleasure coursing through me. This is completely new, uncharted territory for me. In all our time together, Henri had never been so bold.
Against my will, I whimper with how good it feels. A second smack lands on the left side, followed by a third that connects with my drenched center. I moan, wild with want.
“Now!” I demand. “Or else I’ll spontaneously combust!”
