Hundred and eleven

The air between us was thick with tension, my pulse quickening as I lowered my head toward him. Henry’s fingers tightened in my hair, his breath uneven. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if he was fully present or lost in the haze of desire. His body was tense beneath my touch, his need evident, yet there was something else... hesitation.

I let my hands roam down his chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath my fingertips, savoring the way his breathing hitched. When I reached his belt, I paused, glancing up at him through my lashes. His dark eyes burned into mine, a silent dare.

My lips brushed against his skin, and a low groan escaped his throat. That sound sent a rush of warmth through me, igniting something deep inside. Slowly, I took him into my mouth, reveling in the way his grip tightened in my hair.

“F*ck, Sophia…” His voice was hoarse, laced with pleasure. His head fell back against the pillow, fingers threading through my hair as he guided me, his control slipping with every movement.

His muscles tensed beneath my touch, his breathing growing ragged. “Faster…” he urged, voice strained.

I obeyed, pushing him closer to the edge, savoring every reaction. His hips bucked slightly, a shudder wracking his body as he groaned my name, lost in the pleasure.

Henry grabbed my hair as he deepened his d*ck inside me, I moaned mouthfully as I sucked him fast earning loud moans from him. “Sophia …” he groaned.

“I'm cumming…” he groaned and I increased my pace, “fuck… Sophia …” my mouth was filled with his sp*rm. I smiled mischievously as I stood up and licked my lips.

Henry seemed like he was aroused as he watched me lick my lips, he grabbed me and pulled me over to the bed. “It's your turn now,” he said.

Henry had a mischievous smile on his face as he bent over me, slowly tracing his tongue over my body.

He slowly lifted my head as he unhooked my bra, then pushed me back onto the bed, as he resumed exploring my body with his tongue.

His lips suddenly slammed onto mine, he licked off the lipstick on my lips, he slid his tongue inside my mouth, then began exploring my mouth with his tongue.

Kissing my mouth roughly, he used one of his hands to grab my bre*sts, roughly massaging it, I groaned in both pain and pleasures. Then he deepened his kiss, biting and nibbling my lips.

He broke the kiss, we were both panting heavily, then he smiled, an evil one. “Relax baby,” he said in a deep and sexy voice. “We're just about to start,” he added.

Then he bent over and resumed exploring his tongue over my body, he licked my ear lobe which sent shock all over my body. Then he continued with his exploration, when he reached my waist, I could feel him smile.

Henry’s gaze darkened, his expression shifting into something primal. His fingers traced slow, torturous circles against my skin, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing second. He knew exactly what he was doing, teasing, testing, pushing me to the brink before pulling me back just enough to keep me desperate for more.

A smirk ghosted across his lips as he watched me squirm beneath him. “Patience, baby,” he murmured, his voice dripping with authority and amusement. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

My body trembled, every nerve ending hypersensitive to his touch. My breaths were ragged, my heart pounding against my ribs. I had never felt this kind of yearning before, this raw, all-consuming hunger that only he could satisfy.

“Henry, please,” I whimpered, arching my back, pressing myself closer to him, needing to feel every inch of him against me.

His fingers trailed lower, teasing the sensitive flesh between my thighs. My breath hitched, and a satisfied hum escaped his lips. “That’s my girl,” he praised, his voice like silk against my skin. “So eager for me.”

His mouth followed the path of his hands, lips pressing lingering kisses that sent jolts of pleasure straight to my core. My fingers tightened in his hair, tugging, pulling, needing him closer. He groaned against me, the vibration sending shivers down my spine.

I was drowning in him, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of his touch, his lips, his voice. He had me completely undone, and he knew it.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his lips hovering just above mine, his breath fanning across my skin.

“You,” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. “I want you.”

His eyes flashed with something dangerous, something possessive. “Say it again,” he ordered, his grip tightening on my hips.

“I want you, Henry,” I breathed, my voice shaking with need.

He didn’t make me wait any longer, his hands ran over my thighs, then he opened my legs, revealing my vag*ina, he raised his head and gave me an evil smile, “are you ready?”

Without waiting for a response from me, he slid his finger into my vag*ina, then began moving it in and out, i grabbed the bed sheet as I moved rhythmically with his finger,moaning wildly.

He was moving his finger fast making friction come alive.

“Henry... hmm…”

“Cum for me” he whispered with his hoarse voice as his finger moved even faster. He inserted another finger, increasing his pace, until I finally exploded in his hand, he removed his finger, he licked his finger, then bent his head over, using his tongue to clean my vag*ina.

He stood up and placed a kiss on my neck, a thrill ran through me as he began to trace his lips along my jaw, down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands were rough yet careful, peeling away the barriers between us with agonizing slowness.

Henry’s lips found mine, claiming them in a deep, fevered kiss, his tongue teasing, exploring, making me dizzy. His hands roamed lower, setting my skin ablaze with every touch.

I arched beneath him, a soft moan slipping past my lips as he moved lower, tasting, teasing, worshipping. His control was maddening, his pace deliberate as if he wanted to unravel me piece by piece.

“Relax, baby,” he whispered against my skin, his voice deep and commanding. “We’re just getting started.”

He settled between my thighs, his lips driving me to the brink of insanity. Every flick of his tongue, every calculated movement had me gasping, writhing, lost in the storm that was Henry...

He knew exactly how to push me over the edge, how to keep me there, trapped in the intoxicating pleasure only he could give. And I wanted more. I needed more.

“Henry…” I breathed, my fingers tangling in his hair, urging him closer.

My breaths were heavy and loud, I wanted more… I wanted to feel him inside of me. This wasn't enough.

“Henry…” I called out again in a lazy voice, he looked at me, he knew I wanted him, he knew that wasn't enough, and he felt it. He wanted me the same way I wanted him.

He stood and started to take off his trousers, just then we heard Alexandra's loud laughter.

"Fuck!" Henry cursed.

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