38 | Georgia
THE FEELING OF Henry’s tongue delicately tracing around my clit, teasing me as he barely skims its surface, is indescribable.
“Fuck, Henry, right there,” I whine as he parts the brim of his lips and softly sucks, igniting my clit and body in waves of pleasure.
I grasp onto the back of the couch with one hand, the other buried in his hair, as he desperately licks the base of my pussy before plunging his tongue inside of me. My core instantly spasms around him, and he chuckles softly as I push his head downwards, deepening his reach.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he rasps as he trails his tongue back up towards my clit.
His muscular hand begins to drag from my hips to my inner thigh, teasing me with his sensitive touch. I shiver in anticipation as he brings a finger to the entrance of my pussy, prodding it softly until the couch cushion beneath me is drenched.
“You’re such a good girl, Georgia,” he groans, possessively sinking his finger inside me and curving it towards my G-spot.
I gasp as the walls of my pussy instantly start pulsating in ripples of fiery ecstasy. My breaths grow short and sporadic as my mind is overcome by Henry’s touch. My clit is throbbing, begging for him to lick it, and, like he can read my mind, he leans forward obediently and begins to suck the bud of my pussy.
“Oh my god, just like that–”
I feel the pressure building in my core as he continuously slides his saturated finger in and out of me. The room goes silent as I focus on breathing, the radiating waves of euphoric pleasure quickening as I get closer.
“I’m almost there, don’t stop–”
He gazes up at me, a smoldering heat of desire streaked across his irises. Calmly and carefully, he parts his lips away from my swollen clit and slows his hand to a stop.
“This is a good kiss, right, princess?” he groans, lowering his lips and placing a lingering peck on my throbbing pussy.
I nod fervently, begging for him to continue.
“Tell me my kiss is better than Watson’s, Georgia – then I’ll let you come. I want to hear you say it.”
His jaw tightens as he speaks, a devilish and possessive gleam in his eye. His butterfly-soft kisses around my clit send my legs quivering with need, and he smirks as he realizes just how much I want him.
“Y-Your kiss is better than his. Oh, fuck–”
I cry out as he circles my clit with his tongue and simultaneously thrusts his finger into the entrance of my pussy, immediately causing my body to jerk and writhe with pleasure. Within seconds, Henry’s touch sends shockwaves down my spine and through my clit as I come, my fingernails digging into the back of his neck as he feverishly tastes my pussy. Grunted moans escape him as my hips thrust up and down against his tongue.
“Henry, oh God, yes, Henry–”
He continues to delicately suck my clit until my body has completely relaxed, my chest heaving up and down with each quick and labored breath. Without a word, he rises to his feet slowly and intentionally, curling his fingers around the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head.
I gawk at him, legs still spread around his, as a sly smirk forms on his lips. Henry’s body is tanned and sculpted, his abdomen carved into a dizzying six pack and framed by sharp v-lines that travel beneath the waistband of his jeans. I swallow hard, taking in the sight of him, and can’t help but picture him fully naked.
“Please take these off,” I plead, sitting forward and cradling the erection within his dark wash jeans in my palm. “I need you.”
“You need me to do what?” Henry teases, his voicegravelly as he places his hand over my own and squeezes. He tilts his head back as he does it, groaning in pleasure from my touch.
“I need you to fuck me.”