Henry.

Henry. Henry.

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

The memory of falling in love.

Summary

The memory of falling in love.

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Submitted: September 06, 2012

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Content

Submitted: September 06, 2012

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I could feel the warmth from his breath on my upper back when he turned my way in the bed. Goosebumps hastily blanketed my skin. I overheard him swallow, and I could sense his gaze; it was almost tangible. What was he thinking? I puzzled. I couldn't judge whether or not he was mentally contending with himself, or simply just looking upon me, pretending to appear asleep. I shifted my weight a little more on my left shoulder, and a few centimeters back towards him. I feigned a shiver, as if I were a slight bit chilly. Almost immediately, I felt the blanket be stretched up more over my body. Inside of my mind, I sighed.

 

"Babe," I whispered.

 

"Hmm," He replied.

 

"Will you hold me? It's a little cold tonight."

 

"Yeah, of course."

 

He gradually inched his way towards me and his arm enveloped me. He secured his face in the middle of my shoulder blades, and I laid his hand in mine. I smiled, because I could feel the itch from his mustache. Not the uncomfortable kind of itch, but the kind that gives you a sweet solace. He loosened his fingers from mine, and started to massage my stomach. His fingertips traced from my belly button to the in between of my breasts, back down to my belly button. His lips pursed into a kiss on my back and he moved his head back and forth. I squirmed because the tickle he shot through me increased.

 

He inhaled, "I love the way you smell."

 

I twisted to lie on my back. Staring up at him, I could make out the details of his face, even with all of the shadows trying to disguise him. His eyes, the ones that seemed to notice everything around them, admired me with such an honesty that I wanted to thank God for that very moment. And his smile, that never faltered, made my heart palpitate in such a way that I never thought could transpire again. He leaned over me, and our lips met. He sweetly just laid them on mine before opening my mouth with his tongue.

 

I couldn't help but smile, "I love the way you taste."

 

I enclosed his face with my palm, and I caressed the stubble accumulating on his cheek. I brought him back to me, and kissed him harder this time. He cradle my head, as he ran his fingers through my hair. I loved the clean look of his hands, yet the masculine feel of his fingers. He drew invisible patterns on my neck, and outlined circles on the base of my throat. His hand slipped under my night shirt, and embraced my left breast. He squeezed softly, and kissed me further. He removed his lips from mine, to take my already firm nipple in his mouth. He began to stimulate it deliberately, causing me to bite my lip out of intense pleasure. I hurriedly began to remove my top, and he followed suit with his own. His skin upon my skin felt magnificent, and in that moment, I was beyond just being pleasured. He was loving every inch of me. He ran his mouth down the front of me to the fabric of my panties. He slowly started to wedge them downwards until they were hugging my ankles. Removing them, he tossed them onto the floor. Sitting up I seized the waistband of his boxers and slid them down his thighs, and placed each of my legs on either side of his, trapping him in the middle.

 

"I want you," He affirmed.

 

I made an obvious gander down at his penis, and back up at his face, smiling, "I know."

 

He returned the beam, and sank back down to cover my body in his once more. I could feel him, every last ounce of him. His demand, his longing, his voracity. He tantalized me with it all before rising back up on his knees, "I want your mouth around me."

 

Arranging myself comfortably, I eagerly did as he begged. I could feel him grow harder as I secured him deeper and deeper inside my mouth. My cheeks started to produce more saliva making it easier for him to glide in and out. Grabbing a fistful of my hair with both hands, he shoved himself further into my throat. Pushing my face away, his quivering voice beseeched me to turn over, and as I did he laid his hands on the sides of my hips and pulled me closer.

 

Sliding into me, he moaned, "You're so wet, baby."

 

He thrusted deeper, and harder. Quickening his pace, I threw my head back and released a gasp. I had never had anybody like him before. It was more than just a physical experience. Kissing the center of my back, and tracing the main features of my tattoo, he asked me to change positions one more time.

 

Lying on my back again, he hovered over me, and admired me with such awe in his eyes.

 

"Can I keep you?" I asked.

 

He then kissed me. His endearment was answer enough for me. As we finished, he rested his head on my shoulder, and I knew that in that moment, I was in love with this man.


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