The softness you feel when he come to bed after a long day. He sees you wrapped in a blanket. He knows how warm your skin will feel but he doesn’t want to wake you. He takes a shower then slides into bed. Chest to your back, “I fell asleep.”
“Didn’t want to wake you.” You turn to him. Sleep drunk and happy. You put your hand on his chest. He brings it to his face and kisses it.
You wiggle closer and kiss him on the lips to greet him but he’s holding on to you in a way that makes you feel tingly. “Your beard is getting long.”
“You love it” he kisses you again. And again. Then you feel his tongue. It feels like relief. It’s warm and wet. It’s soft but passionate. “Missed you today.” He’ll kiss you very deeply now. “Thought about you all cozied up without me.”
“Yeah?” He rubs your belly. He’s trying to decide if he wants to feel your nipples or how wet you are.
He’s kissing your neck. Hand over your panties. Giving you small pats. “Mhmm. Just missed you.” He shimmies down to your chest. He lifts up your shirt and starts sucking and kissing your nipple. You let out a satisfied giggle but stop as his hand slides in your panties. He moves back to kiss you, “You miss me? Hmm?” You can’t say anything. You feel his nose on yours and you feel short of breathe. “I thought about touching you.” He puts your arms around his neck. He whispers in your ear as he plays with you. Avoiding your clit on purpose. “I love when you’re like this.” He breathes in, “moving against my hand.”
He finally slips his fingers into you. You sigh and he smiles against your neck. You move his head so you can kiss him. Hard. He gladly matches you. His fingers are going so slow. Teasing. He feels powerful. You’re trying to move your hips to get more but he has control. “Henry.”
Music to his ears. It’s almost like a switch. “Yeah, love?” He knows you can’t answer. He know you wanna hear his voice. “You’re such a good girl. You know that?” He takes his fingers out. He puts them in his mouth then focuses on your clit. You gasps and tighten your grip on him. “That’s my girl.” He’s not hiding his smile. “Look at you.” He kisses you hard now.
You can’t concentrate. If your eyes weren’t closed they’d be rolled into the back of your head. Hes in a mood tonight. He wants this to be about you. You have no complaints.
It’s like he can sense when your wanna give in so he stops. His hand is resting on your belly. He kisses you. Then he takes your clothes off. He takes his underwear off. “Touch me.” You grab him and he groans. He’s on top of you now. You’re still stroking him. Rubbing his tip against your clit. “Fuck.”
Finally, you guide him into you. Hisleft forearm balancing beside your head while his left hand explores your face, breast, and hips. The weight of his hips on your thighs and your hands all over his back. He smiles a little bit when you hold on tighter or moan. He loves to hear your heavy breathing. He loves that he can feel your heart pound. He loves when you put your hand on the back of his head and pull him in for a kiss. He feels confident, strong, proud when your turn your head to the side and attempt to bury it in a pillow. “Look at me,” but you can barely keep your eyes open. “Let me see that pretty face.”
His sits himself up on his knees, grabbing your hips and pounds into you, “oh fuck,” he’s biting his bottom lip. His chest hair is all ruffled up and his hair is wild. He’s soaking up all of the ‘oh my gods’ and gibberish.
“That’s it. Let it out. Tell me.” Something domed over you and you pull his by the neck to your face, “don’t stop. Fuck me just like that.” His happy trail is the perfect amount of friction on your clit. His cock his hitting the right spots. And his gorgeous face inches from yours.
He kissed you so rough that it almost hurts but it’s the good kind of hurt. You can feel his belly, chest, thighs, up against you and it’s blissful. It’s hot. It makes you want it harder. “Feel so fuckin good.”
You pull his hair a little and look into his eyes, “fuck me. Fill me up.” You kiss him, “I’m gonna cum.”
That did it. He know once he feels you pulse around him he won’t last. “You want me to feel you up?”
“Feel you up with my cum?”
You’re out of breathe. It’s happening. Thst wave over your body. “Good girl. Cum all over my cock. Yeah.” Your moan and whimper and he grunts as your finishing but it all still feel so good. “I’m so close. Talk to me, baby.”
You kiss his neck. Nibble his ear. “This is your pussy.”he’s twitching. “You ganna cum?” He’s groaning. “Come in me. Please. Let me feel it”
“Fucking hell.” He’s there. You just have to say the magic words.
“Come for me, baby. Fill me up.” And that’s it. He’s releases and kisses you. He’s still pumping and being greedy. He’s literally milking every second of it.
He rests his head on your chest, “so good.”
*it’s almost 6 am and I had a wonderfully dirty dream about Henry. It’s not well written but jfc.
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