Chapter 17

Chapter 17
Henry stepped behind her, brushing her hair over one shoulder before pressing his lips against her neck. She let out a soft gasp as his tongue traced the curve between her neck and shoulder, his hand moving slowly down her side.

“You smell like heaven,” he whispered. “But I want to taste you.”

His hand slid under her blouse, lifting it slowly until he pulled it over her head. She raised her arms without thinking, letting him undress her.

She turned toward him, breathless, her full breasts, bare and heaving as he looked her over.

“Fuck… look at you,” he muttered, eyes devouring her. “So fucking pretty. And you’re all mine now.”

He didn’t wait. His lips crashed into hers, devouring her mouth in a kiss that was all hunger. Anna moaned, her fingers tangling in his damp hair as he kissed her deeply, possessively.

Henry’s hands moved fast...down her back, unzipping her skirt and letting it pool at her feet. He stepped forward, towering over her, his towel falling to the floor.

His cock was already hard, thick and eager.

He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her easily, carrying her to the bed and laying her down like she was made of glass. But the moment her back touched the mattress, his mouth was on her again, on her neck, her collarbone, then moving lower to her breasts.

His tongue circled her nipple, then sucked it gently. Anna gasped, arching toward him.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Moan for me.”

She whimpered when he bit down lightly, then trailed kisses lower—down her stomach, until he spread her legs and buried his face between her thighs.

“Fuck… your pussy is so wet,” he growled.

His tongue flicked over her clit, slow at first, then faster. She cried out, her hands gripping the sheets. He licked her in deep strokes, then sucked her clit hard enough to make her tremble.

“Oh my… Henry,” she gasped, hips lifting toward him.

He groaned, loving the way she moaned his name. His fingers joined in, sliding into her tight pussy while his tongue continued to work her clit.

She was close. Her thighs were shaking, her breathing fast and desperate.

“Cum for me,” he commanded, his voice low and rough. “Let me taste you.”

She obeyed....her body arching, her toes curling as the orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure rolled over her.

Henry climbed up her body, positioning himself between her legs.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

He guided his cock to her soaked entrance, rubbing it along her folds before slowly pushing inside her.

She moaned at the stretch, her eyes rolling back. Even though it wasn’t her first time anymore, it still felt intense—almost too much.

“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he groaned. “Like your pussy was made for me.”

He began to thrust, deep and steady, watching her reaction with a satisfied smirk.

Anna wrapped her arms around him, her nails digging into his back as he fucked her harder, faster. The bed rocked beneath them, the headboard knocking softly against the wall.

“Say it,” he growled in her ear. “Say you love being fucked by me.”

“I do,” she gasped. “I love it....Henry, I love it!”

He grabbed her thigh and pulled her leg over his shoulder, going even deeper.

“I’m going to cum in this sweet little pussy,” he growled. “And you’re going to take it.”

She was too far gone to think—her body was burning, her second orgasm building fast.

He thrust harder, his cock pounding into her, until her back arched again and she screamed his name, cumming around him with a shudder.

Henry didn’t stop—he slammed into her a few more times before groaning, burying himself deep as he spilled inside her.

His cum filled her, warm and thick, and they both collapsed into the bed—breathless, tangled together.

For a long time, neither of them moved.

Then, still inside her, Henry leaned down and kissed her softly.

“That’s how a husband welcomes himself home.”