Caged Heart - Chapter 4
Warnings: All the freaking fluff in the world; Henry is super sweet; Surprises; Talk about The Witcher; Dirty jokes; Innuendos; Adult situations; Masturbation (both receiving); Love declaration; Thigh riding; Oral sex (both receiving); A famous author appears, it's not named (because he has a tumblr and I don't want to make it uncomfortable fo him) but two of his characters are mentioned; Face Sitting; A few rounds of protected sex (Always use protection); Dirty talk. Lots of romance; Kal shennanigans.
Word Count:13.907 (Loooooong as hell. But enjoyable, I hope)
A/N: I woke up thinking about this the other day, maybe I dreamed about it, but I don't remember (Update: this is true, but 'the other day' it's like a century ago 😳). Since Henry practices Brazilian Jiu-jitsu, I believe this is quite possible. I do watch UFC regularly (my mum and grandma love it), but I'm not an expert whatsoever, so I apologize if something I despicted here is completely wrong. Please, feel free to tell me, so I can correct it.
For those that are curious THESE are the shorts the company makes and Henry will be using to fight. They are inspired on the ones men used on the 70's. THIS is the video I mentioned (It's ok to watch it first and then read the story, or viceversa. Doesn't affect). Also, there is a moment in which our heroes use some fancy dresses. I recommend to read the story, before looking at them, to avoid spoliers. Those wonderful cosumes are THIS ONE and THIS ONE
All pics and the vid used, are from the internet. Credit to the owners.
I'm truly sorry it took me so long, I just kept adding stuff and it seemed to never end. I hope the lenght and content, somehow compensate the wait.
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Previous chapters: (1) (2) (3)
Chapter 4 - Try Your Best
The chosen outfit for the day, laid over your perfectly made bed. You examined it, and decided that it would be good enough. A simple summer dress - that didn't need the use of a bra - and matching flats.
"I'll pick you up at 10."
Henry's text came late in the night, after you two chatted for like two hours, but he forgot to tell you the time to get ready for your date.
The infamous third date you were so eagerly waiting for.
"Right. What are we doing? I need to know to pick my outfits correctly... 😉"
The entire week you tried to pry some information from him, but the bastard was a sealed grave. No even the smallest of the details came out of him, except for what you already knew: It would be a whole weekend date at his place.
"Well... Whatever you're comfy in. I mean, you are not having it on for long."
Now we're talking, you thought, bitting your lip, and since you knew he liked it, you snapped a pic of the lower half of your face, cropped it for showing only your mouth, and sent it to him.
"Is it that a promise, Champ? Because, I'm already getting excited..."
He sent you back one selfie of his own. An animation in which he attempted to wink.
"You'll have fun. That's a promise... 😋"
And with that, you say your good nights and both went to sleep. Or at least you tried to.
Come the signalled hour next morning, you were completely ready, and waiting for Henry, while staring at your phone. He knocked and called at your name, making you jump.
"Coming, Hen." You said struggling to fit your phone on the little purse that hung from your shoulder, full of the important things and useful if he planned to go somewhere else, grabbing your backpack with some clothes and toiletries, and a big tray with some of your best home made dishes for Henry to enjoy. Since the plan was staying in his house for a whole weekend, you wanted to do something to share with him.
You went out, after checking everything was properly closed and turned off, and were received by something you weren't expecting to see. Henry was leaning against the biggest motorbike you've ever seen, with his helmet tucked under his arm, and a second one resting peacefully on top of the leather seat.
"Hello, gorgeous. Wanna take a ride?" He said, approaching you with a big smile on his face. "You look amazing..." He added later, eyeing the tray and smelling it a bit. You huffed and he focused his attention on you. "Oh! Hi, love. Nice to see you! How are you?"
"You are a twat..." You told him, but could help the smile that painted on your lips. "Yep. Your twat..." And he kissed you, deeply, needy, almost like if he haven't seen you in ages. "Ready to go?" Henry asked, pressing his forehead against yours, and sighing. You just nodded, still surprised by how his kisses kept leaving you speechless, even when they were pretty innocent; and hoping it would never stop happening.
"I was counting on you bringing your car..." You pointed out. "That's what I packed it on a tray and not a variety of tuppers. I guess you'll have to drive slowly. I mean... if you want to eat my delicatessen." Winking at him, you moved to the motorcycle and rubbed your fingertips over the leather of the seat. "It's gorgeous. Didn't know you were into metal horses..."
"I am. This one's my favourite. And... I always plan ahead." Henry announced, he grabbed the food and put it inside the compartment at the end of the seat. "I knew you were going to do something, or need more space, so I installed this beauty." He emphasized the 'I installed' part, making you playfully roll your eyes. He leaned to bite your earlobe before speaking. "Don't worry one bit, love. I'll be tasting your delicatessen just fine."
You bit your lower lip, seeking for his mouth to share another kiss, but he just turned to lock the thing, leaving you pouting - and clenching - at nothing. Once everything was in place, Henry turned to you. "Would you let us, me and my noble mare, to take you on an adventure?"
"Oh! So, it's a lady... And does she have a name?" You asked, sounding halfway between amused and a bit curious. "Roach. You'll see why when we get to my lair..." He said before you could ask him about the unusual name. Henry helped you to get your helmet on. "Safety first. Always use protection, love." He said smiling at your face. He sat, put his helmet on, helped you to get behind him, and wrapped your arms around his middle. He liked playing with fire, but the poor thing wasn't aware that he was dealing with the fucking Avatar.
You rubbed your hands at his toned stomach, and then moved down to the bulge on his thin trousers. "Don't start things you can't finish, Champ..." And you squeezed him hard until he growled. As usual, he was commando, because 'pants are for the weak', so it didn't take long for it to start awaking from its slumber. That's when you retreated and pressed your cheek on his back, innocently. "You'll pay for that, love." He pretty much grunted, and kick-started the bike; which you used as an excuse to press yourself even more against him.
The trip wasn't that long, although when you saw him heading to the Kensington area, your mind started to wonder what in the nine circles of hell were you doing there. Your answer came faster than expected when he stopped in front of a house and - without killing the engine - opened the garage door with the little remote control. "Welcome to my house, love." Henry said, once you were inside, and free of the confinement of your helmets. "I'd wish you feel like it's your own. You know... Mi casa, tu casa..." He added, while taking the food out and showing you the way inside, blushing a bit because of his little Spanish.
"It's very beautiful." You replied. It was the only thing you managed to say, since your brain was still in shock. Your boyfriend was rich, and you were finding out, just now. Henry sensed your uneasiness immediately, the fucker was so used to being observant in order to be a good fighter, that not even the smallest things escaped him.
"Yes. It's an amazing place to live. But... I need your help with something. If that's ok?" He said leaving his keys on a little plate in the kitchen. He went to the refrigerator to put the tray in, and went back at you taking his boots off. You did the same with your shoes, and accepted the pair of slippers he offered you. "Sure, what do you need?"
You looked at your feet and realized the top of them said "Thing 2" written on white letters over the soft black fabric. "These are really nice..." But your words died down when you saw Henry's, which sported a similar design. Only his pair said "Thing 1".
"I'm older..." He announced simply, and getting at safe distance, he added "...and taller." Before running away to the backyard laughing like crazy. You launched yourself in his direction, only to be trapped by his massive arms, right when you crossed the French doors, leading outside. "I missed you." Henry whispered in your ear, while lifting you off the floor easily, and walking to the closet garden chair. "I missed your perfume, and your warmth." He said, kissing your neck. He sat and let you straddled his hips, with your back pressed against his chest. "I, certainly, missed these two." Big hands moved up from your arms slowly, until they reached your breasts. He squeezed them gently, cupping each, and playing a bit with the hardened buds through the fabric. "And, of course," He flipped you, so now the straddling was face to face. "I was in despair, for not being able to do this." His fingers digged on your bum cheeks, and massaged them at the same time he trapped your lips between his. His tongue graced your mouth softly, asking for permission, while his groin started to make you notice its presence form the inside of his sweats. One of your hands flew to his head, to press it against your face, and the other made quick work with the knot on his waistband.
"I missed you, too, Champ." The words left your swollen lips, during a little pause to get some air when your hand was already inside Henry's sweats, stroking him slowly. He lifted his hips to allow you to pull them down and let his manhood free to be loved. "Fuck, that feels so good." His voice was strangled, and a few octaves lower than normal. He had other women, and certainly jerked off plenty of times before, but there was something different when you pleasured him. It felt a hundred times better, and everything, from the way he looked at you, to his entire body language, was the living proof that.
Henry trusted you, as much as you trusted him, and none of you were afraid of being your true selves around each other. This weekend was the perfect opportunity for you two to finally get together in body and soul.
His right hand caressed your thigh, and immediately got under the hem of your dress, while the left was still firmly placed at your bum. He stroked you over your pants a few times, and feeling how soaked they were, he moved them away and slowly entered you with one thick finger. His thumb imitated the pace of your hand, that worked his cock up and down relentlessly. "Oh, God..." You said, grabbing his shoulder with your free hand. He attacked your neck, while pumping in and out of you; to be able to hear you moaning his name. "You enjoy it like this, my sweet?" He asked, when your back arched and your fingers squeezed him hard.
"Yes, yes... Right there!" Your broken voice was barely audible, and even though your brain was completely taken by pleasure, your concentration never faltered, and a few more pumps later, Henry's essence decorated his vest top and your dress, with long white ribbons. He pulled up your dress to look at your riding his hand, right when you felt your peak approaching and you started to move your hips matching his rhythm. He noticed you going a bit deeper with every stroke, so he accelerated too, rubbing the magic spot inside you thoroughly, besides moving his free hand to your sensitive bud; and a few seconds later, you came hard, screaming his name, and wetting everything at close range.
"Jesus! I'm..." You interrupted your words closing your eyes in shame after looking at the mess your juices made on his top. "I've never... Fuck. I'm sorry." Henry smiled, pressed you down for a kiss, and caressed your thighs softly. "I'm sorry, too." He whispered, taking his top off. And used it to clean up your thighs a bit. You were confused and embarrased, but didn't stop him when he pulled down the zipper of your dress to peel it from your body. "I planned to make you squirt... but all over my face." He pressed you down on him, purring at the skin on skin contact, and gracing your back with his thick, rough fingertips. "I have to make you do it again, I suppose..."
Nobody made your body react the way Henry did, and every familiar trick he did or new thing he tried, always felt magical. "You are more than welcomed to." You replied. "But, although it was more than marvelous, I seriously doubt this was the favour you were about to ask me earlier..."
Henry chuckled and gave you a few more kisses. "It was a fabulous way to reconnect. On that, I agree. But you are right, It's not what I was meaning to ask." He confirmed, standing up and taking you to the kitchen. "Give me a moment to free the bear, and I'll be back." Added later, fixing your pants, and tugging himself inside his sweats once again. That's when you realized you didn't ask for Kal, and felt terrible. "God, I was so distracted I didn't... Shit. I'm the worst girlfriend in the world." You said, coming down the counter and following Henry to the other part of the house.
"Of course not, love. In any case, I'm the worst dog's human ever. I let him sleep in the living room with the door closed... So I could have you all for me for a few minutes." He replied, turning and kissing your head. "It was worth it."
The door opened and you found Kal deeply asleep on his bed. "Oi, Bear. We're home!" Henry said giggling, and the massive ball of hair woke up suddenly, standing up in guard. He was about to bark, when he saw you, and his entire demeanour changed. He ran as fast as he could, barely greeting his human, who looked at him in pain, and immediately went to jump around you for cuddles. "See? He loves you more than he loves me." Henry whined and went away.
"Hello, Kal bear! How are you, boy? You miss me?" He was panting, with his bottom up, the front of his body smashed on the floor and had a massive grin decorating his face.
You were still playing with him by the time Henry came back, carrying a pair of glasses and something to drink. He changed his stained trousers for a pair of running shorts, and brought you a light robe, for you to take off your soaked underwear, too. "I need your advice with something." He finally said, activating his massive PC screen and pulling the chair a bit back. He sat, and turned around to give you a bit of privacy to change, enjoying the reflection of your naked body on his dark wallpaper.
"There is no need to be that mysterious, Hen. What do you need me to help you with?" You got to him, while putting your knickers in one of the robe's pockets. "Shopping." He replied simply, and opened the web site of his favourite furniture megastore. "I'd love to go and try all the things in person, but I think it is safer if we just do it from here."
You looked at him baffled. "You want me to help you redecorate your house?" The second the question left your mouth you felt like an idiot. Of course he wanted that, he just said it.
"Well... I..." He hesitated for a second, but decided to keep talking. "I thought it would be a good idea. I'd wanted you to help me make this a home... I thought it'd be romantic. Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm..." This time it was you the one who interrupted his words. You darted yourself towards him and kissed his mouth fervently. "I fucking love you so much, Henry." You said hugging him tight. He returned the affection, sighing in relief. "You told me about your love for making Sims houses, and I'm more than willing to be one of your dolls." He finally said laughing.
"I can't believe you remembered that! Ok, let me get a chair, and we'll get right to it." You were over the moon. Interior design was one of your biggest hobbies, and also, after hours of Sims playing, a cultivated talent.
"No, no. My queen has her throne, right here, ready for her." He whispered in a dirty tone and pulled you at his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist, and slowly tugging at the edge of the robe, to uncover your shoulder and be able to kiss you softly while you moved around the options. He caressed your stomach, and nibbled at your shoulder and neck during the whole process, making himself hard just with the perfume of your skin. You asked him things about the style of decoration for each room, and picked a few options for him to choose, but he was not paying attention to any of that. A couple of hours later, the cart was full of things. Mainly, lamps, little rugs, pictures and painting copies, a few duvets, a gazillion pillows of all colours and sizes and some plants. Henry made the purchase and then pulled at you to turn around and kiss him a bit.
"Thank you, my love. I'm so happy on how this would look like tomorrow. I love you like crazy." Henry whispered against your throat, and you couldn't help yourself. "I love you, too. But my services are not cheap. Boyfriend or not."
"Oh! I'm sorry, miss." He replied, patting his legs. "Don't have my wallet with me..." He pulled a fake mask of worry, and stood up to carry you to the couch. "There is another way I can cover my debt?"
"Yes, sir. There is always another way..." You pushed at him to sit, and then, after lifting your robe a bit, you sat on top of his right thigh.
"Gooooood, that feels amazing." He hissed when your soaked centre came in contact with his leg. Letting a choked cry escape your throat, and moving your hips, you started to chase your peak immediately. His hands made quick work with the knot of your robe, so in a few moments, your breasts were bouncing right in front of his face. You wrapped his hands around your tits, and put one of yours on his lips. He smirked, and started to suck at your digits at the same pace you moved on top of him.
"Show me how much you like this, Champ." You encouraged him, starting to accelerate your pace. The feeling of his hard muscles working you so deliciously, and the scratch of his thick hair on your soft skin were making you insane. You took your fingers out of his mouth and raked them on his scalp. "Fuck, you are so hot..." Henry moaned, and his free hand flew inside his shorts. He started to massage himself under the fabric, pushing up his hips up fast and hard.
"I said... show me." You repeated, and kissed him hard, sneaking your tongue on his open lips, making him grunt loudly. You pulled his hair, to make him tilt his head, and went directly for his Adam's apple, making him moan as he never done it before. Henry pulled his hard manhood out of his shorts, and smeared a bit of the juices that were coating his thigh around it. "This is what you do to me... This and so much more." He said and crying your name, he spent himself on his stomach, once again. He was panting like a beast after the biggest hunt of its life. You were seconds away to reach the heavens, too, and he knew it. With his hands on your hips to help you keep the pace, he flexed under you, and clamped his lips on one of your nipples. You came undone a second later, literally roaring his name; your body shook and convulsed on top of his, for a few more seconds, completely spent.
"That was so fucking hot, love." Henry said pressing you to him. You felt like floating on a massive candy cloud, but at the same time, exhausted, and sweaty as fuck. "If I knew this was the payment, I would have offered my services way sooner..." You laughed and pulled yourself from him, to sit at his side. You looked at his cum covered belly, and he focused his attention on your glistening mound; and almost if it was rehearsed, you dragged a finger on each other's bodies to collect some of your essences. Henry smiled and licked his fingers, moaning softly at your taste. "Ummm... So sweet." You did the same. "Ah, so salty." And both laughed for a while, before deciding it was a good idea to get a shower and then have lunch.
Henry washed first, and went to get the tray of food, you two shared at the coffee table in the living room. He was barefoot, and only wearing black boxers, because why would he bother with more clothes. "Hello, there." He said when you entered the living room. You were also barefoot, only wearing your pants and one of his tees, which on you, seemed like a short dress. He looked at you up and down, asking you to twirl around to show him the total look, by turning his finger.
You laughed and danced a bit for him, who was mesmerized, enjoying the view with shining eyes. He was madly in love, and not afraid to let it show. You stopped and let your body fall on the floor, next to him, ready to dive right in the food, when you saw it.
Right above his PC desk was a massive picture of a man. His long white hair and the brown scar vertically crossing the left side of his face made him look menacing, but on those golden eyes of him you saw kindness, pain and a lot of love. A medieval sort of armour covered his chest and behind his back a pair of swords with different hilts rested, crossed, against his shoulders. A pendant with a wolf's head, decorated his chest. At the bottom of the pic, on a very elegant calligraphy you read:
Geralt of Rivia ~ The White Wolf
"Who's that?" You asked, as clearly as you could, with a mouthful, trying not to spit it all; and pointing at the picture. You felt a bit ashamed you didn't notice it before, although in your defense, your attention was focused on Henry's lips gracing your skin.
"First things, first: this food is so damn good, love. Completely amazing." He replied, moaning at the taste of your preparations. You thanked him, and kissed his cheek. "Now, back to the bloke, over there. That's Geralt of Rivia, my favourite fictional character of all times." Henry responded with a massive grin on his face. You knew him quite well already, and when you saw the little twinkle on his eyes, you knew you touched a particularly soft spot inside his heart. You nodded, and encouraged him to talk to you about it in more detail.
"Geralt is the main character of The Witcher. I knew about it because I played the different games many times." You remembered how important PC games were for him and his family, since his dad used them as a form of getting all his five boys to do something together with him, that didn't involve ending up covered in bruises. "But it turned out - I discovered this not really long ago - that those games were based on a book saga of a Polish author called Andrej Sapkowsky." He made a pause to get up and pick one volume from the massive bookcase he had there. "Come here, love. Let me show you a bit of this universe..." He said pulling you to rest your back on his chest, while he read you one of the stories of the first book. It was about Geralt looking for a sorceress that was the only one capable of healing his magically wounded friend, Jaskier, the bard.
You were incredibly immersed in the story, and didn't notice that Henry stopped reading and was simply telling the words almost from memory. His voice took you to a completely different place and time; to that dark land full of terrors and pain, but also with so much love. He told you about the complicated relationship between the Witcher and his sorceress Yennefer, how important it was to take care of his adoptive daughter Ciri for him, and even how he adored and cared about Jaskier and his beloved mare, Roach.
"And that's why you took the name, isn't it?" You asked suddenly, making Henry stop his narration. "You are a bit of an outsider, too. A massive nerd, but way too fit. Incredibly smart, but also too handsome. People think you are a savage because of your work, when in reality you cry with sad movies. But what makes you very similar to him, above all, is that you love. Unconditionally. And you are loved back by a tight group of people, too. The important people."
Henry had one of his arms wrapped around you, and when you fell silent he tightened his grip. "Yes. Well, I actually had a golden chance when Dani found out Superman was already taken." He laughed and looked down at you. "That's also why my mare is called Roach." You nodded, looking at the book, and then to the pic again. "You did that with your hand when you entered the cage." You pointed out, trying to imitate the gesture. "Oh! you noticed?" He asked, baffled. "That's called Quen, it's a spell sign Geralt uses to generate a protection shield on himself, and somtimes over other people." Henry blushed a bit, feeling embarrased for being so obsessed with that universe. "I believe it gives me luck."
"I think is very cute." You replied, still trying to make it, and causing him to smile, although he kept looking down. "I've seen your other fights." That made him stare into your eyes, surprised. "And your opponents made all kinds of rituals. Cross signs; jumping on one leg; circle the cage a couple of times; little dances. This is no different. It makes you feel good and safe, there is nothing wrong with that." You caressed his chest and let him think on it. The big hand that was holding the book, dropped it immediately, and flew to caress your cheek. "I love you." He whispered staring directly into your eyes, and then he kissed you. It was soft, slow and more communicative than a thousand words. And was, also, interrupted by someone smashing the doorbell like if their life depended on it.
Henry groaned, and very unwillingly, he untangled from you to see who dared to break his special moment. But when he checked, his entire face lit up and he made quick work with the lock and key with one hand, while putting his mask on with the other.
"Oi! Mate! It's been so long!" He exclaimed, greeting the person at the door with a fistbump. You couldn't get what they answered, but a few laughs and silly jokes later, Henry came back to the living room holding a box with your brand's logo at the sides. "That was my mate, Gary. He works for the post office, and it was long since I saw him last." Henry left the box on top of the table and looked down, studying your reactions. "You've got the mail on your underwear?" You asked, surprised. "Well... I kind of work only wearing my pants... So technically, I'm in my office uniform." He said laughing at your face. "Speaking of which..."
"That's... what I think it is?" You asked shyly. He just nodded with that 'The lightbulb on my head lit' smirk he did when he got creative, plastered on his lips. "I just had an idea. Stay right there." He said and literally ran to his room, to come back only a moment before, carrying a massive folding screen. It looked like it was made of light plastic and shielded him completely, until he put a big lamp behind it; moving it around until the light drew his whole form against the screen. Then he turned it off, receiving a loud booing as a response. He drew the curtains, activated the Bluetooth speakers and switched the light on again. 'You can leave your hat on' started and you laughed like crazy.
"Oi, Kim! You forgot something!" You shouted, and Henry's head appeared from a side. "It's all part of the show, you impatient woman!" He growled with a frown, and started all over again.
The intro of the song was just for him to mock strippers' sexy dance, while taking off his pants. You lick your lips, waiting for him to come out, but before showing himself, he wrapped a tiny towel around his waist. He approached you, grabbed the box, and turned around again; all under a torrent of wolf whistles, and phrases that made him blush furiously. The music went down slowly until it faded away. "I'll show you the new shorts, and I want you to pick the one I'll use next. Understood?" His voices sounded demanding, and you couldn't resist it.
"Aye, aye, Captain!" It was your response, and immediately went to sit up a bit more straight, to enjoy the whole show, and keep your pulsing centre under control. Suddenly, classic runaway show music from the early 00's started to play, and Henry began dancing away. This time he took off the towel, throwing it to you, and got the first shorts on.
He came out, swinging his hips with the music and smiling like a poster boy, once he stood in front of you he turned and flexed his thighs to show you how little to the imagination they left. The first was completely black, and hugged his form deliciously, highlighting his beautiful bubble buttocks and the outline of his manhood, with his last name written sideways over the left side, on white letters. You clapped and threw kisses at him. He returned to his makeshift changing room, and you were able to see him twitch every now and then, especially when you said a few of your favourites - almost too - dirty things. The second was dark blue. CAVILL was written in bright red on top of his bum, and made you look at it to know his name. It looked so freaking good on him, that you were really close to choose it, before seeing all the rest. But then, you remembered how many women enjoyed the fights, and then you went super jealous all of the sudden.
"That's only for me. Understood? Show me the next..." Your hard tone made him smirk. He came a bit closer and made you get on your feet, so he could reach your ear a bit more easily. "I'm only yours. Completely. Never doubt that." Then he pulled you down to sit on the couch and went to put the next one. Now he was half hard for sure, and the grunt he made when he fixed himself on the new pair, made you mouth water. He turned the light off again, and took a few seconds before coming out sporting a pair of white shorts that had his name written vertically in gold letters on his right side. "That pair is definitely not the one you should use..." You said giggling. "Unless you want to kill every person that is attracted to men. On a five kilometers radius."
Henry got serious, and looked down. He found out his hard member fighting against the fabric. "This is your fault." He whispered. "You dirty tongue made me lose my mind. Now come here and fix this..."
"Oh!! My Champ wants payback, now? Well... Only if he catches me first..." And just like that you ran to the kitchen to hide in the backyard. Henry gave you a few seconds of advantage, but the moment you put your bare feet on the grass, you felt him taking you from behind and sweeping you in the air. It never stopped to amaze you how strong he was. A few moments later you were perched on his shoulder, and heading back to the living room. Clearly that was his favourite spot in the house. Henry was wearing the animal print shorts he showed you once, and a devilish smile on his face. He threw you on the couch, and got on top of you immediately. "Don't start something you can't finish, beautiful..." He growled in your ear, spreading your legs with one of his knees, and finding his natural spot right in the middle, claiming it as what it was: HIS.
Both of your arms, where pinned over your head by one of his hands, while the other, rummaged your belly, pulling the fabric of your t-shirt, while his lips took more than good care of your neck. You moaned loudly when he stroked that special spot under your jaw, encouraging him to go further. He pretty much yanked your t-shirt up, and went down, sucking at your breasts like a starving man, making his little pants encompass with your pleasure whimpers. His hands clamped around your middle, while his lips went down to your stomach, and since he was distracted, you pushed him to the floor and straddle his hips, in one swift movement. "You've no idea what you're dealing with, Champ."
His pupils were blown, making his eyes pretty much completely black. You trailed kisses down his neck, then on his hairy chest, laughing at how his dark little curls tickled your nose, and kept going down until you reached his navel. Henry looked at you, coming dangerously close to his manhood, that was pretty much about to explode. The front of his pants was already wet with the precum he was leaking, but when you were about to pull down the garment, he stopped you.
"You first, love." He trusted himself only to say that, and quickly he flipped you both, before you came out of your stupor and didn't give him the chance. He nuzzled the tip of his nose on your inner left thigh, and took a deep breath. "I've been dreaming to taste you since we first met." He finally added, asking for your permission and making his best puppy eyes. "Well, if you put it like that..." You replied, caressing his face. "I cannot bear in my heart, to break yours." And before you stopped talking, he was already working on taking your knickers off.
But the universe had other plans.
Kal appeared out of nothing, running like crazy and barking loudly. He came to Henry's side and didn't obey when he tried to shush him away. "I believe you should listen to the bear, Hen." You told him, to soothe his annoyance. He stood up, and tossing a murderous glare to his beloved bear, went to see what was happening. You put your pants and his shirt on again, even though one was soaked and the other a bit disheveled, and followed Henry, to see if all was ok. You found them at the garage. Henry was standing there looking down at an overexcited Kal, that jumped up and down and ran back and forth to the door. "I've no idea what you want, Bear." He finally said with a sigh. "You know I love you more than anything in the world, Pig. But next time you cut me off like that... Ugh I was so close, so close..." And then he laughed softly. "I sound like a mad man, aren't I?"
You came out of your hiding spot and hugged him from behind. "Nah, you are frustrated, that's all." You kissed the centre of his back, and pulled away to get you phone. The thing rang twice before you picked the call. "He wants to go for a walk, by the way." You told Henry, and Kal whined something that sounded an awful lot like a 'fucking finally'. Moments later, you were trapped on a video call with your uncle, and Henry was dressed to get the Bear for a little turn around the block. "I'll be back quickly. I promised." He whispered.
"Hello Henry. Nice to see you, too." Your uncle shouted, making him go beet red and become a babbling mess. Henry apologized profusely, justifying his lack of manners with no wanting to interrupt, when in reality he wasn't sure how much you told your family about him, and didn't want to expose you. "Yeah, sure. Don't worry, I'll give her back in a few minutes." Your uncle replied between giggles.
And he was right. Not longer than fifteen minutes later, you were alone in Henry's house, after helping your uncle with a simple tasks he didn't know how to do on his computer; you guide him and once you finish explaining, he rushed to cut the call for you to 'have your fun with the hunk'. You picked your cellphone and went to YouTube to look for videos of that Witcher game to be what got your boyfriend so hooked. And after a few minutes of watching some play through clips, you found something that sparked a little idea inside your mind.
Immediately you went to procure what you needed it to make that living room as much as Yennefer's house as you could.
After some crazy running around the house - mostly because you didn't know where the things actually were - you had it all together. Looking down at the elements piling at your feet, you let a sigh escape. You had an idea and enough creativity to make it through, the only problem was the time, since Henry went out with Kal more than half an hour ago, and since he was kind of eager to be able to, finally, get inside your pants; you imagined it wouldn't take him much longer to return. "Right... Let's do this. And pray to all the Gods above, he likes it."
Setting the whole thing took you less time than you thought, which gave you the chance to rewatch the vid and try to remember her lines correctly. Mere instants after you lighted the last candle, Henry opened the door and let Kal free. "Love! We're back!" He shouted, and had to hold his ground when he saw you running at him. You jumped and clung at his chest like a koala, peppering kisses all over his face. It didn't take long until the things got heated up and he turned you both to press your body against the hard surface of the door.
While he was busy loving your collarbone, you took the kitchen towel you brought with the food and ripped it apart with your hands, making a lot of noise. "Damn! I tore a hole in my dress... Wait a minute, I must mend it." You said, wiggling your way out of his embrace. "What are you talking ab... You are not even wearing a dress." He was confused as hell. "Also... you know to sew?"
"Please, I'll enchant a needle..." You retorted, and you let him standing there, for the few milliseconds it took him to realize what you were doing. "No way... It can't be... Fuuuuuck." He whispered in surprise. He took his tee off and ran behind you. What he saw made his jaw drop to the floor, and his groin stir awake like it never did before. You were standing next to a little table, trying to "fix" your broken "dress" only wearing a lovely pair of black pants and a lace bra.
He grabbed you from behind, pressed you to him smelling your perfume, and then turned you around, sweeped the things off the desk and sat you there, getting comfy between your legs. You smiled a little, trying to not break character fascinated with him going along with the scene. He tried to kiss you.
"Wait." You said.
"For what?" Henry replied in a hoarse voice. He was really good at this, and made you grow unbelievably wet.
"We must talk to Crach." You pushed him away a bit, cursing on the inside.
"Why? You think he misses us? Because I missed you." And he, just like Geralt, proceeded to kiss your neck and shoulder for a bit, until he felt you were, like Yennefer, looking to a particular spot in the room. Henry turned around, knowing what it supposed to happen, but what he saw made his heart soar and grow so big, it was about to burst from his chest. "Oh, no..." He said, and tried to frown, but in reality he wanted to scream 'Oh, Fuck Yes!'
"I missed you, too." You kissed his neck and jumping down the desk, you held his hand and took him to the centre of the room.
There, the big black couch you were having fun earlier, was now transformed on a pristine white unicorn. Getting the advantage of it being ginormous, you covered the back with one of Henry's white sheets, and simulated the legs using your hair ties. A pillow made the head, and white kitchen rag, twisted on itself gave shape to the horn, just like two floor mops imitated the mane.
Henry discarded his sweats in a second, and sat at the end of it, not being able to completely wrap his mind on what was happening; except for the fact that he was sure that he chose the absolutely best woman in the world to spend the rest of his life with. He helped you to climb up and get comfortable.
"When are you gonna... finally burn this piece of junk?" He inquired, almost choking on his own words, when you took your bra off in one swift pull, that actually looked like magic; and while caressing your soft thighs.
"My heart couldn't take it." You pretty much moaned, opening youself for him. "So many memories..." He smiled and bent to kiss your pelvic bones, ripping your pants with his teeth and fingers. If his sorceress wanted to play, he'll play 'till the end. "Damnit, Henry..." You emphasized on his name. "Do you have any idea how much they cost?"
"Come here. We gotta hurry. Crach's waiting." He finally said, and pulled you to him, trapping your lips on a heated kiss. A kiss that said so many things, it overwhelmed you completely. "Is that so?" You tried to keep in character, but Henry decided he had enough.
"You know what? Fuck Crach. I'm taking my time with you, love..." He pushed you down to rest your head on the pillow and kissed your jaw, your neck, and then dedicated all his caring to your breasts. Sucking and nibbling your nipples, one at a time, he massaged them both equally, just as he rubbed his toned hairy navel against your centre.
A few moments later, and by the time you were already squirming like a fish out of water, he kept his journey down. Henry licked your skin, taking care of tongue fuck your belly button a couple of times, all while keeping eye contact and his thumbs circling your stiff bundles; until he finally reached your navel.
He moaned loudly after taking a deep breath, making you melt against the white surface. "Your perfume is amazing, love." He said, kissing your inner thighs, and liking the arousal that was pooling in your apex, in such big amounts, it started leaking to the sheet and your legs. "And that taste..." He licked a long strip from the bottom to the top, spreading your legs as much as you were able. Henry played with your bundle of nerves, circling his tongue around it slowly, and humming some melody that made your entire body vibrate with pleasure.
"Hen... Please..." He managed to let out between soft moans and pleasured whimpers. He smirked again, not letting you go, and rubbing two fingers in your pearl, he plunged his wet tongue inside you, making you see stars. Feeling you getting closer to your peak, he licked his way up again, trapping your clit between his teeth, and entering you with one finger, but quickly, he made them two. You couldn't help yourself, and shamelessly pressed your centre to his face, tangling your fingers on his growing hair. Henry was enjoying himself so much, he accelerated his pace, taking you to ecstasy almost immediately. Your orgasm was so strong and lasting, that your body didn't stopped trembling, even after he pulled out, with a massive grin on his face, completely covered on the remains of your pleasure, he couldn't take on him. "I knew you could do it again, my love."
You opened your eyes and saw his face, chest hair, and the back of the "unicorn" totally drenched. Clearly, Henry wouldn't be happy if he was able to make you squirt at least twice from now on, so you better get used to it.
"T'was..." You could barely speak.
"The most magical thing in the world." He said pulling at your limped body, to hold you on a tight embrace. "Thank you so much, love." Henry was at the verge of tears. He didn't know how, but you managed to make one of his deepest sexual fantasies splendidly real, and it was perfect.
"I was never..." You started to say and he pulled away to look at you, confused. "I was never eaten out, before in my life..." You finished your sentence and hid your face on his chest. "It was amazing. Thank you, Hen." You finally mumbled, when he kissed your hair. "Well, I love to do it. So, as long as you enjoy it, I'm always willing to go downtown, ok?" He replied, smiling to himself, until he felt your hand caressing his hard manhood. "Then, I believe I should repay you..."
"Oh, no. Love, there's no nee..." But you shushed him with a kiss, in which you could taste yourself. "I'm not asking you." And just like that, you pushed him down. His back landed on the body of the sofa, with a loud thud and a nervous laugh filled your ears. "Relax, babe. I'll take care of you..." Each one of your words were coronated by a kiss that got you lower and lower.
"Gosh, that feels..." He couldn't finish the rest of the sentence, since his words turned into moans quite quickly. You massaged him slowly at first, only using your hands to tease him a bit. But, when the first drops of precum started to leak, you couldn't resist anymore. You pulled the foreskin back a bit, and pressed your lips at his tip. He was so sensitive, even that little thing made him twitch. His eyes were closed, both arms spread, grabbing the back and the arm rest of the couch so hard his knuckles were almost completely white; and his throat full of deep growls, desperate to grace your ears.
"Are you having fun, Champ?" The question came out on a tone that was a bit more sultry than you intended, but Henry seemed to like it, because he opened his eyes, looked down, and caressed your cheek. "You've no idea, love. Those lips are heav... Jesus Christ!"
You smiled dragging the wet tip of your tongue on the slit of his head, back and forth, and pumping him at the same pace. Henry went mad, unconsciously bucking his hips up to get deeper into your mouth. "Oh, don't be impatient, honey. I'm having fun here." And with those words, you took as much of him as you could, still working him with your hands. One on his length, the other, cupping and stroking his balls. His head rubbed the back of your throat and you gagged, but kept going like if nothing happened, because hearing him moan so desperately and loud, encouraged you to go further and further; imagining how beautifully he will sound being completely sheathed inside of you. That little thought made your mouth water, increasing his pleasure, to the point in which he wasn't able to form a coherent phrase. "I'm clo...oh, shit. So close." He fought his foggy state of mind to warn you, which made you fall even more in love with him.
"Where?" You asked him, releasing his manhood from your lips, but not stoping your ministrations completely. "Up... To... You." He replied, thrusting in your moving hand with every word. "Good." And down you went again, squeezing him faster and harder, while sucking at his head as if it was your favourite lollypop. A string of choked cries escaped Henry's lips right when his hot seed coated your mouth, several times. His entire body shook for a few moments, as he laid down speechless and with his eyes shut. You crawled up and rested your hot sweaty body on top of his, that was on a pretty much similar state.
Henry was panting hard, completely robbed of his words, but with an expression of pure bliss that made him glow. You two laid there in silence, for a few moments, chest to chest, caressing each other's skin softly. He was about to say something, right when a very loud alarm went off on his phone. Sadly, the little scandal machine, was abandoned at the front door, so, although reluctantly, Henry got up and went to turn it off, before all three of you ended up being crazy.
"Well, I'm glad I set this with a two hours window. I wasn't sure about what we would be doing at the time..." He said, coming back to you and taking his place at the couch. "When you said 'you'll have fun' you meant this, aren't you?" You asked him, turning around and arching your back to stretch it a bit. Henry looked up and down at your body, and bit his lip. "Honestly? I meant innocent fun, but hoped for a more sinful one." He said, trailing a finger down the valley of your breasts. "That was fantastic. I truly enjoyed your care. YOU are fantastic." He added bending down to kiss you, tasting himself on you. "It was my first blowjob, too. I'm happy you liked it."
Henry looked at you in awe. "Really? Fuck..." He was mesmerized. "So, your other guys..."
"They weren't wiling to give, so I deemed it was only fair they didn't get to recieve." You shrugged and sat up next to Henry. He smiled and went for another kiss. It didn't take long for things to get heated up once again. You were absolutely hungry for each other, on a borderline animalistic way. Henry separated for a second. "We should get another shower and be ready. I have a surprise for you." He said and stood up inviting you to follow his lead. "Ok. You go first?" You questioned looking for your discarded clothes, once you were also on your feet. "Yes. But maybe I finished all the hot water by myself..." He teased, showing you the way, to look at your bum while you walked by.
"Yeah... I imagine how hard is for you to reach your back with that much muscle..." If he thought you wouldn't play his game, he was truly mistaken. He woke up some sort of insatiable minx inside of you, even without actually be inside of you. "If only someone could help you..." You turned around and winked at him. Henry made two long strides, took you from your middle and put you on his shoulder, softly slapping you backside, to head straight to the bathroom. Fourty five minutes later, and under barely warm water, you were rinsing your shampoo, after helping Henry with his.
The actual shower didn't take long, but he was a bit too engaged on letting you know that teasing him so shamelessly, had its consequences, and therefore you ended up cumming on his fingers one more time. And waisting all the hot water in the process. You both came out from behind the crystal screen, and started to dry quickly. "If I ask you something... Would you answer me with honesty?" You inquired, wrapping the towel on your body to take care of your hair.
"Of course, love. I'm always honest." Henry replied blinking fast, clearly confused, and probably a bit scared, too.
"Why didn't we make love yet? Properly, I mean." You weren't someone that enjoyed to beat around the bush, and he knew it. Henry sighed and took you by the hand, he made you sit on his bed and pulled two hangers covered in protective bags from his massive walk-in-closet.
"I've been waiting for the perfect moment, because I want to make it perfect for you." He said, letting the clothes rest next to you on the bed. "Earlier today, when the bear wanted to go out, I was only one second away to say fuck it, and actually fuck you, right there." He added, kneeling in front of you. "But I'm glad he interrupted us, because what I found out when I came back, made me be completely sure that you are the one I want for the long run." He stood up again, but this time to sit next to you. "I was utterly enthralled with what you did. You care about me in a way nobody did before, you listen, you observe, you make me feel loved and protected. I feel safe with you." He said, looking into your eyes and tearing up a bit. "The whole sexy stuff was amazing, of course. And I'm game to repeat that as much as you want it." That made you laugh, and his heart went racing. "I don't want to make love to the woman of my life on my living room's floor. Not the first time, at least. You deserve so much more."
He kissed you softly and smiled. "We are going to make it so many times, you will forget your name. Because that's pretty much the only thing I can think about." He kissed you, and pulled you against his body. "I promise you that." He pressed you to him and hugged you close. "But we have a meeting with someone first, my little star."
You sighed and presseed yourself, thigter against his body. "Ok. I'm not going to ruin your plans. Mostly, because I want you for the rest of my life, too, and I'll never heard the end of it, if I do." You said, giving up, and making him smile. "I need to change, so I see you downstairs." Standing up from his lap, you picked the bag that had your name and went away to the guests room.
"Where are you going? You can dress here..." He shouted. "Of course not. You are only seeing me naked again, by the time your 'perfect moment' comes. Not before." You retorted, and shut the door trying not to listen to his protests.
When you took your towel away, surrounded by the protection of the closed room, you realized that you didn't only left Henry back on his bedroom, you also forgot to take a pair of knickers with you. "Well, commando it is." You told yourself, not even considering coming back. The bag was metal grey and didn't revealed a hint of its content, although you knew it was a dress. Killing all suspense, you opened it up and almost fell on you bum. The bastard had called you his "star" and that was the reason behind it.
In front of you, sprawled on the bed, an absolutely perfect replica of Yvaine’s blue and black dress was staring right back at you. On the hanger, a little message, scribbled on Henry's handwriting said "Shine bright, my Queen."
You put it on as fast as possible and went downstairs to meet your boyfriend, to find him sitting nonchalantly, with his feet on the coffee table, clad from head to toe on a full Tristan outfit, sword and all.
You two will, definitely, make love tonight.
"My lady..." He said seeing you coming down the stairs and grabbing your hand to help you get the last steps. Your smile was so big it took up your whole face, lighting up his. "I'm getting you liked it..." He said walking you slowly to a very confy chair situated in front of his computer. "...And, hopefully, I'm allowed to look at your beautiful form once again, thanks to it." That was whispered on your ear, making you all bothered and hot. "We'll see about that." Those were the only words you managed to let out without stuttering. Henry laughed, and activated the screen.
Your eyes flew from the handsome face of your boyfriend, to the people sitting on a lovely pair of comfy leather chairs. One of the two guys was a journalist, and the other, your favourite author; and responsable of the cretion of the characters you two were dressed up like. "I can't believe this..." You murmured, gobsmacked. "I tried to get a ticket. It was impossible. How...?"
"You have to thank Dani. She is the one with the contacts." He said, kissing your head and pulling another chair to seat next to you. "For the costumes, too." He added, taking your hand and pumping up the volume a bit, so you wouldn't miss any part of the interview.
"Thank you, Hen. I love you."
"I love you, too, darling." Henry whispered, and took seat next to you, carrying a big bowl of snacks and two full glasses for you to enjoy the streaming properly. Almost an hour later, the interview was finished, and the last person invited to ask questions to the author, was getting their answers. You were so excited, smiling from ear to ear, completely fascinated knowing the news about his upcoming projects, and the future adaptations to the screen of his already published ones. The streaming was about to end, when you turned to Henry, kissed him and thanked him, once more for that amazing surprise.
"There's nothing I won't do for you." He said, pressing his forehead to yours. "But, that was only half of the thing." Henry announced and invited you to turn around. He activated the camera and handed you a pair of very fancy looking headphones. You were incredibly confused, until the very face of the man you admired so much appeared on the screen. Looking at Henry, then at the other guy, and back at your boyfriend, you muttered a very noticiable 'It can't be possi...' "Hello, Yvaine. Nice to meet you. Again." He said amused, shifting his attention between you and Henry. "You, too, Tristan."
Henry replied to him starting some small chat that gave you enough time to restart your brain. Something along the lines of he wanting to be Humphrey, because the blonde mustache would look amazing on him, that made the other man laugh. When Henry noticed you were back on planet Earth, he said his goodbyes and let you enjoy your one on one chat with your favourite author, while he made dinner.
During the twenty minutes the whole thing lasted, you managed to ask about his inspiration, his work method and the way he faced challenges like writer's block. It was one of the richest, most amazing conversations you had ever participated on, and you had to thank your fantastic boyfriend for it. You cut the call, and when turned around Henry was waiting for you, standing on the middle of a very empty living room. He put some music on, and pulled you to him so you can slow dance for a bit.
Sadly, it lasted less than he intended, since, Kal decided that he wanted to waltz, too; stepping on your dress and making you kiss the floor, with a very heavy Henry falling on top of you. Of course, everything ended up in giggles and fun, all three of you tangled on top of the soft rug.
Dinner was amazing. Henry really enjoyed cooking, and if it happens to be useful for him to pamper his girlfriend, he never missed a chance. "This is so good, Hen! I need the recipe!" You said after the first bite, and a couple of little happy moans.
"It's mum's creation... You'll have to ask her. Nobody else in the family it's allowed to share it." Henry replied, smiling. He didn't say it out loud, but he was super excited for the next fight, because you were finally meeting his family, and announcing the relationship to everyone.
After having to wrestle for your right to wash the dishes, because he insisted he was the host so it was his job; you ended up cuddling on the couch, that was still covered by the white sheet, although it didn't look like the unicorn anymore - thanks to henry's reactions to your ministrations - laughing at the exquisitely made cosplays you were wearing. "Oh, no. This one's yours. Dani found them online, and I bought both. We can use them next Halloween, if you want." Henry assured you, after you asked him what time you have to return the dress. "Really? That's amazing! Thank you, Hen." You squealed, making him laugh, and using the opportunity to french kiss him.
Instinctively Henry pulled you to him, trying to make you straddle his lap, but the structure of your dress didn't allow you to be comfortable. "There is one way this is gonna work." You said, getting up and walking straight to the stairs. "It's completely up to you." Without turning around, you started to climb up.
Half way, you noticed how almost all the lights were getting progressively out and, suddenly, Henry's heat enveloped your body completely. "Wait for me love..." He whispered in your ear, and kissed your neck sucking a fairly visible love mark at the side of it. He carried you bridal style to his bedroom, and only let you down when the door was closed securely. Kal had the backyard if he had the call of the nature. He ditched the riding boot downstairs, just like the coat and his belt, being covered only by the trousers, a white shirt and a waistcoat that was already opened. You peeled the top half of his body first, taking time to caress every inch of skin with your fingers and lips. Then the trousers came down, revealing his full naked form. He was completely hard already, showing how desperate he was for you. Turning around, you let him pull down the zipper of the dress, and take it off of you. Henry sighed when he found out you were wearing nothing underneath.
He pressed you against his chest for a moment, on a tight hug that could be super sweet, if his manhood wasn't drilling a hole on your lower back. "I love you more that anything in the fucking universe. I've never felt like this before, and here and now I promise to always make you happy, take care of you the way you need me to, and protect you from any harm." Henry spoke slowly, like if he was trying for you to commit to memory every single one of his word.
"I love you like crazy, too, Hen." You replied, trying to turn to face him, but he didn't let you. "Everything I love in a man, and thousand things more, I found them on you. I'd love to spent my life with you, if you want me." Your eyes were starting to water a bit. It was the first time you made that kind of love declaration, and it felt so nice, you wanted to cry. Henry nodded against you head. "I do want you. So fucking much." He murmured, and then, his hands started to roam all over your body. One clasped itself on your breast, while the other caressed your belly, not stopping its journey down, until he cupped your mound completely. He moaned when he felt your wetness pooling between his fingers, and you jolted back at his touch, rubbing your bum against him.
"You are the most beautiful woman on the world... And just like I promised, I intend to ravish you like nobody else did before. Would you like that, love?" He inquired, kissing your collarbone and chest, without removing his hand from your slit. Your hips, by now, moved on its own accord, seeking for more friction.
"Yes, yes... I'd love... Ah! I'd love that... Champ." And that's all you needed to say. He turned you around and gently pushed you to lay on the bed, taking his place between your legs immediately. You've no idea, but everytime you called him that, the only thing he could think about, was making you scream his name, several times in a row.
Henry kissed your lips passionately, turning them hot and puffed, and probably two shades darker than they naturally were. Your hands were everywhere, his head, his back, even squeezing his deliciously round buttocks. There was no words left to speak, the room was full with sounds of pleasure and love; you moaned and he grunted in reply; and when he did it, you whimpered loudly. But laugher was easy to be heard above anything else; specially when he moved his leg up to make himself a bit more comfortable and you realized he was still wearing his socks.
"Take them off, Henry!" You pretty much squealed in his face, he was so enthralled playing with your nipples, he didn't notice at first. "What...? Oh shit! Sorry!" He said, contorting to reach them, but giving his size and the position he was in, it was impossible. Once he saw you laughing, he relaxed. "Care to give me a hand?" He asked, lifting his feet for you to grabbed them easily.
"I'll give you two..." You said, in between giggles, pulling your body up and removing the black garments from his feet, not noticing how your centre got right at his face level. Henry flipped you both on an instant, making you land on his chest. "And now, to repay your kindness, my Queen..." He announced and pushed you further ahead. "I offer my services." He licked one long stripe from your entrance to your bundle of pleasure, with his wide tongue. You moaned wantonly, and grabbed the headboard in order to not lose balance.
"Are you... Fuck... You sure? I've never... I could suffocate... God, that feels so good." Your mouth and your brain were at war, your hips started to rock softly, against Henry's tongue, and he laughed, making your core vibrate violently. "Trust me, love. You'd like this."
You replied with a loud moan, lowering yourself a bit more on his face. His hands were at your hips, helping you set the pace, but a few moments later, they went all the way up, to cup your breasts. He separated for a moment. "That's it. Now I want you to fuck yourself on my tongue." You felt your body burn in flames, and felt him rub your sweet spot with the tip of his long, fat tongue, making you arch your back and scream in pleasure. His nose, rubbed up and down your bundle of nerves, making every sensation twice as amazing.
He had you reaching your peak even faster than he did on the couch, and you felt him lauging under you trembling body, when you closed your thighs around his head unconsciously. He kissed your overstimulated mound, and help you slide down to lay on top of his body. You were literally speechless. You've never imagine that could feel so damn good, and apparently it was written all over your face, because Henry couldn't stopp smiling, while looking down at you. He whipped his face bit with the back of his hand, licking the remaining of your pleasure he gathered, and then kissed you deeply.
"I... That felt..." You tried to say, but your mouth was dry. "Magical." Henry finished for you. "I love to do that to you. Your taste is unbelievable."
"I love you, Hen. I love you so much." You said, a bit clearer now, moving your hand over his chest, toward his hard, pulsating member, that was standing proud, and waiting for its turn. "I love you, too. Can I show you how much?" He asked, and coronated his inquiry with a low grunt, when he felt you wrapping around his manhood. "I'm all yours..." Quickly came your reply, and just as fast he flipped you both once more, pressing your body against the mattress with his delicious weight, kissing you fervently. He reached his bedside table, and pull at the drawer. Inside, beside of personal belongings that were normal to find on a man's drawer, there was a box. A big, empty box. "What the... Oh, shit." He said, breaking the kiss. "Fuuuuuuuuck me..."
"I'm trying." You said amused. "For almost a month... What is it? You want to stop?... Did I do something wrong?" You started to worry, but Henry hushed you with a quick peck on your lips.
"I know. Nothing bad. No. Absolutely not. You are too good at everything to do it wrong." He enumerated, answering to all your preocupations, one by one. "I just left them downstairs..." He added with a frustrated sigh, and immediately stood up. Right then you realized what he meant. "You keep your condoms downstairs? Isn't that a tad bit unpractical?" You ask half way between being truly concerned by his organizational skills, and trying to repress a fit of giggles.
"I normally store them there." Henry signalled the box inside the drawer. "But, earlier... I noticed they were all... Expired." He finished and quickly went to get the ones he bought that same afternoon. You laid there, now getting why it took him so long to be back with the bear and smiled at his cuteness. Henry was there again, no more than thirty seconds later, with a plastic bag he emptied inside the box. There was at least twenty little packages, and you promised yourself to make him use them all before Monday.
Just thinking on having him inside you so many times, made you grow wet instantly. "Give me that." You asked him for the one he kept between his fingers. "Leave that drawer open, and kneel here, please." You pated the mattress next to you, and opened the plastic foil.
"Yes, my queen." He did as you told. "Hands behind your head." He complied with a smile. You two had the same filthy mind, and he loved it. You kissed his stomach, and slowly went down until your lips graced his navel. You bit him softly at the spot right a top of his base, and then licked his length, from there to the tip. He squirmed, and wanted to touch you, but stopped half way, when he saw you were looking up. You licked at him playfully, taking your time to enjoy the precum that came out almost immediately after you started.
Henry grabbed the pillows around him, forgetting your request, but you were to occupied to care. "Fuck... Love that's amazing!" He whispered, with his eyes closed. "But... I want to feel you."
You didn't need to hear more. Pulling at the foreskin, you gave a little lick at his tip, and then place the condom on him; rolling it down with both of your hands. He pulled you to him, pressing his whole body against yours, and pushed you down to lay comfortably on top of you. Henry kissed your lips, jaw, neck and collarbone, trailing his wet tongue over your heated skin, as he checked if you were ready. Felling you drenched, made him impossibly hard, he was sure no other woman he had, was so aroused of just taking care of him as you did, and that excited him ten times more.
"Ready?" He asked between short breaths, massaging your bundle of pleasure with his tip, coating himself with your essence. "Make love with me, Champ. Properly." Your words trembled with need and anticipation, but above all, flooded with love.
He entered you slowly, stretching your canal making himself home inside of you to never leave. It took him a few moments to sheath completely, and when his sack rubbed against your bum, he stood still as a statue, giving you the chance to get used to him. "Are you alright, love?" He asked kissing your face.
"I'm ok... Move, please." You replied as clearly as you could, and then, you lost your mind. All you heard were his moans and growls; all you felt was his skin on yours, and his manhood taking up all the space within you; all you smelled was his musky scent filling your nose. For a moment your entire world was reduced to that man and the beautiful, otherworldly sensations he was giving to you.
"You feel so good, love. So good." He kept repeating, everytime he drew back, and slammed himself in again, hitting your magic spot over and over and turning you into a moaning mess. Your hands were everywhere, raking his back, caressing his hair, trying to feel all at once. "I'm close, Hen." You weren't sure how, but you managed to said, and felt him twitch inside you. He was right there, too. Your hands flew to his bum and squeezed him hard, making him go deeper and moan uncontrollably. "So tight... So delicious..." He murmured, making a superhuman effor to control himself. Your pleasure was always first for him. "Give it to me, my love."
And you complied. Going through a tropical monsoon, a tsunami and a tornado, all at once, your body shook, stood still, and spasmed once again, when your multiple releases hit you on what it seemed a never ending chain of miracles, and made you forget the planet was still turning. Henry helped you ride your high, still chasing his, but not letting that to distract him of you. Your inner walls contracted so hard when the last one arrived, you triggered his pleasure, in a way he never felt before. Even with the plastic barrier, you felt the heat of his seed burning your most intimate corner, and decided that it was your new favourite sensation.
Henry fell heavy on top of you, sweaty and exhausted, but so madly in love. He rolled over a few seconds later, in order to avoid crushing you, and pulled out, swiftly taking care of the condom. "I was sure you'll be fucking perfect." He said, taking your limp body close to his, and caressing your back in little circles. "But this was way better than I thought..." He let his words hanging, fully taken by bliss. You were so tired and sated, all you could muster was an almost silent afirmative humming.
You woke up - according to your phone's watch - an hour and a half later, almost completely sprawled on top of your boyfriend, who was sleeping like a massive, and very hairy, log. The first thing you saw, was his peaceful face, and since you didn't want to disturb him, decided to let tiredness to win you over once more. But when you moved to get more comfortable, your core went to smash itself on his semihard manhood.
Temptation was too strong, and you were just too weak. Reaching out, you grabbed another condom and broke the package right next to Henry's ear. He opened his eyes, and keeping eye contact he nodded. When you enveloped him with your hand and started to pump him, he kissed you deeply. "Is it ok if I..." You wanted to ask him, but he was to desperate to let you finish. "Yes, yes. Whatever you wanna do, I'm totally up to it." And then he kept kissing you, all hungry lips and clashing teeth, letting go all the pent up desire he was holding for so long. He was eager to show you, to make you feel, at least a little part of what you produced on him.
You coaxed him to hardness with your hands, and when he was ready, it was your mouth's turn. The plastic was positioned and rolled down a tiny bit. You encased your lips on his tip, and finished the work as much as you could, pressing your tongue against his veiny side while your fingers quickly finished the rest. Henry melted into a pool of soft moans, that went quite loud, when you dragged your teeth all the way up, before releasing him with a pop sound. That sensation alone sent him to the edge, and distracted him enough to not notice that you were climbing on top of him.
Absolutely sure of your arousal being heavy enough, you went down in one quick move, burying him inside you as deep as he could go, and making you both scream at top of your lungs. "Goodness me..." Henry said, on a choked cry, and overwhelmed by the hot wetness encasing him, he pushed you to him, and hid his face between your breasts, making you jump a bit and squeeze him hard. You rolled your hips once, and you felt it immediately.
Henry just exploded inside of you, grunting and trembling. Smiling, you move a bit faster, and tried to prolongue his pleasure as much as you could. After you felt the last of his shots smashed the protection inside you, he mumbled something against your skin.
"I'm so fucking sorry, love." He repeated, after you pushed him back a bit. He was completely red, with his eyes closed in pure shame. "I swear it never happened before. Well... Not since my first time. And it will never happen again. I promise. I'm so sorry." He seemed to be on the verge of tears. You smiled and kissed him. "Stop apologizing, you twit. I was counting on it."
"What...? But what about you?" He asked in total confusion, clearly he wasn't used to left a woman unsatisfied, and that made you proud of your man. "You made me cum in your face, Henry. twice. Also, I wanted to make you enjoy for once, not caring about anything else. That makes ME enjoy." Finally he smiled back at you, and his eyes sparked.
"Oh, boy... I'm fucked. Aren't I?" You said and he let out a full chest vibrating laugh, which made you bounce on his hips, since you were still joined. He wasn't even starting to get soft.
"Yes, you are." He said, and pulled you up, tossing you softly onto the bed. He changed the used prophylactic for a new one, and as easy as you were a stuffed teddy bear, he put you on your side and got comfortable, spooning you. He didn't say anything, his lips when to your neck and shoulder, one hand to pinch your left nipple, and the other tripped all the length of your body painfully slowly, until it reached your drenched mound.
Henry slipped his fingers up and down your slit, gathering some of your nectar, and quickly slurped it off, moaning at your ear, and rubbing himself between you bumm cheeks. "Intoxicating..." Immediately he went back to his previous spot, but now, he pulled your leg up his hip, opening you to him. "Now, my sweet..." He whispered on that low tone he knew you loved so much. "I want you to do exactly the same you did on my face." And he entered you slowly, making you feel every inch of his impressive manhood. "So fucking tight..." He mumbled, more to himself than to you. "So perfect." And then stood still.
You were in charge of your pleasure now, and not really wanting to hold anymore, you rolled your hips, making him hit your sweet spot over and over again. "Tell me what you want me to do. I'm yours to order." Henry's voice resonated on your chest, and went straight to your core, making you tingle all over. "Dance with me, Champ." You replied, taking his hand and made him rub you, while your other, looked for his hips to pushed him even deeper on you. "With utmost pleasure."
Sunday morning finally came, and found you still tangled on each other. Next to the bed, the trash can was half full with the remains of your adventures, and semi covered by the sheets you had to change around round four, because they were completely covered on sweat and - mostly - your essence. Those you were using at the time, were pretty much ruined, too.
Henry woke up first, mainly because he was used to be up really early during the week; and even feeling really sore, he went out for a walk around the block with Kal, while the coffee machine did its job. By the time you woke up, he was back next to you, with a massive bed tray full of tasty things and a the loveliest smile on his face.
"Good morning, my sweet. Did you sleep well?" He asked on an innocent tone. You laughed and looked at the time. "Good morning, Champ. Yes, it was a glorious night." You pushed yourself up, kissed him, and went immediately for the food; letting a few grunts escape. You were destroyed, but so bloody happy. "I recieved the things we buoght a few moments ago, so when you're ready, we can ´Sims´´ the house all the rest of the day.
And you did. Only stopped at midday to get some lunch on a very small restaurant a few blocks away, who's owner was Henry's friend. You insisted on walk there, but you were so sore, henry tough it was better to take Roach. Of couse, he teased you all day about it, bragging about being a man of his word; until you remind him that your pussy owned him like no other, and he stopped mocking you.
Once everything was ready, you two watched a movie on the newly decorated living room, and you gathered your stuff to get back home, after all, coming Monday you have to go to work again.
"Where's your bag?" You asked him, when everything was ready.
"My bag?" Henry asked, surprising you with how much you confused him. "Yes, your bag. You know, with things to leave there. So you and Kal stay tonight. Personal things..." You explained, and he looked at you like if you suddenly grew a third arm. "You want us to stay with you tonight?"
"Yes, of course. I already have a toothbrush, shampoo, aftershave, ready for you. Kal has a bed, and some toys... I mean, if you want, of course." He stayed the night at your place already, and even if your house was homely and cosy, it wasn't like his mews, and you were growing a bit concerned at his reaction. But he erased all worries on an instant, smiling from ear to ear.
"Five minutes. Tops. Bear! Get ready, we are going home!" He shouted to the Bear, that started to jump up and down as happy as his humans. You laughed, and sat on the couch to wait for him, but before the estimated time he was already back, gym bag on one hand, Kal's lead on the other.
"You are home, silly." You said kissing him, and slapping his firm bum. "No. not if you are not around." He replied, kissing you back and heading to the garage. This time you were taking the car. "Besides, I really want us to give your bed some proper use."