“Now, where were we?” I asked, undoing the buttons on my shirt as I walked toward Henry.
His eyes focused on my chest as I pulled my shirt away and tossed it to the side. I went to my knees beside him, and he grabbed my waist, putting me back in the straddle position over him.
“Somewhere around here,” he replied, his voice husky with desire. He thrust his hips up and I groaned. Once again, we had too many clothes on.
Henry reached behind me and fumbled with the bra strap. It took him a moment, but finally it came free. He growled in approval, making something deep inside of me heat.
His hands came up and caressed the swells of my breasts, his fingertips working the pale skin before coming to the taut nipples. The simple graze of his thumb over the erect flesh had me moaning and writhing against his lap.
He pushed back on my shoulders, gently lowering me to the floor. I lay, bare chested with my hair spilling around my head as he knelt before me. With careful fingers, he undid my pants and I raised my hips to help him pull them off.
I tried not to blush as I lay on the blanket wearing only my pink cotton panties. They weren’t supposed to be sexy, just comfortable.
He grinned and ran his fingers over the fabric, making fire radiate out from his touch. I needed so much more than just a gentle caress.
“You have too many clothes on,” I whispered, finding it unfair that he still had on his shirt and pants while I had nothing.
He grinned and finished unbuttoning his shirt. He tossed it to the side with my clothing and then peeled off his undershirt. My breath caught in my throat as I looked at his chest and abs. He was just as perfect as I remembered with strong lick-able lines.
I sat up, reaching for his belt and pants. He stood to make it easier for me to get at the buttons and tug then tug his pants to the floor. I sat at eye level with his boxers that could barely contain him. I whimpered with desire as I reached for the waist band of his underwear.
Slowly, I pulled down, revealing all of him to me. The man was made to be naked. My fingers traced the lines of his body while the heat and need inside of me grew. I looked up to see him watching me, his eyes dark with desire.
I kissed the tip of his impressive erection and he shivered.
“In my pants pocket,” he gasped, pointing to the discarded clothing pile. “There’s a condom.”
I was glad one of us was thinking ahead.
“How long have you had this?” I asked, giving him a wink as I searched his pockets. It didn’t take me long to find the small square and open it.
“Just since I saw you last,” he gasped as I gripped him and rolled on the condom. “I didn’t want to get stopped again.”
I chuckled softly as I made sure I had done my job well. He took reached down and pulled me to standing. Once on my feet, he kissed me so fiercely that my lips hurt. I wanted all of him.
I shimmied out of my panties, kicking them to the side. The air was cool on my bare skin as he traced a slow line down my back, across my ass, and then gripped my thigh, pulling it to him. He tucked his hand beneath my knee.
I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders as he found my entrance. Our eyes met in the light of the flashlight and I smiled at him as he pressed into me.
The smile faded into a moan of pleasure as he filled me completely. I wrapped my leg around him, my fingernails digging into his back as I tried to take every inch and then some.
He thrust deeper, and I had to bite his shoulder to contain the cry of pleasure.
He was powerful and primal as he worked his way into me, filling me to the brim with pleasure. His hard length pounded deeper, questing for my center so that I could explode with him. His tongue found mine, claiming me as his own.
He dropped my leg and stepped back. The loss of him was enough to make me whimper. He sat down on the blanket and motioned for me to get on top of him there.
I straddled him again, only this time there were no clothes in the way. There was nothing to hold us back this time. Slowly, so slowly it ate at my soul, I slid down onto him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he groaned as I began to undulate.
His hard length filled me to the brim while his hands gripped my hips. I lost myself to his touch, reveling in the sensation of being with him. He was powerful and primal, claiming me with every thrust and every movement.