@celestialpoetry ‘s request, thank you for the support dove<3
I kind of based this character off of Meredith from If We Were Villains, which is my current read:)
summary: Henry meeting an embodiment of seducement and finding himself lusting after her
Temptress
Henry’s point of view:
The first time I saw her, I thought that it was the cigarette that clouded my vision. It even went through my head that I only imagined her.
But, it instantly cleared my doubts when I saw her multiple times later.
I only saw her from far-apart, and as time went by, I started to know more about her from here and there. She was in theatre, she dropped in mid-semester, no one knew where she came from and why she came to Hampden. Her hair was golden as the Sun, and always made in a nice way. Depending on how her hair was styled I knew what phase was she going through. If she was busy with exams, memorizing lines and running from practice to practice, her hair was trapped in a french twist. If she was relaxed and free, her hair was framing her face and back like a lion’s huge mane.
Her face, oh, her gorgeous face. She was beautiful, and the fact that she was aware of it and knew how to use it made it all better. Thick eyelashes, delicately curved nose, full lips caught between teeth, lusty eyes. Her body had curves that I wished I could grip into, her silky looking skin was hugged by silk or lace or fur.
She was sex on legs. A nymph. A goddess of seducement. A temptress.
No other woman had as much of an effect on me like she did. She lit a fire up within me with a single gaze of those eyes. She made me jealous of the people and even the wind that surrounded her. I wanted to suffocate any man that came closer to her.
The only contact I had with her was when our eyes met here and there. Whenever they did, she wasn’t shy, she let her eyes run up and down my body, she licked her those plush lips, bit them and let a sly smirk rest upon them. I smirked back at her and winked at her, I threw my manners out the window and checked her out.
Until one night, it was a cold night. I had an urging need to write, but my apartment couldn’t make the atmosphere I felt most inspired in. I put on a wool sweater instead of a shirt and I made my way toward the college’ library in my car. In the parking lot, I saw a blood red vintage car. The secluded library’s window showed that the fireplace within was lit up, someone was in there. I was fine with it as long as the person didn’t bother me with any annoying little habits.
I immediately felt my body relax at the warmth of the library, the warmth coming from the centre. The centre had a fireplace, a big rug in front of it and leather couches and armchairs that I was quite fond of. So, I made my way over to the centre.
My heartbeat quickened when I heard the voice from far apart.
“As from a voyage, rich with merchandise.
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;
And for her sake do I rear up her boy,
And for her sake I will not part with him.”
Her honey-sweet voice hit my ears, she was practising her lines.
A few seconds later, she came into my vision. She was walking around on the rug, in front of the fireplace, a lit cigarette stuck between her slender, elegant fingers and her nails were painted blood red. How I wished that those fingers were caressing my skin and stroking my co—
“Hello there, Winter.” I was too lost in my perverse fantasies to notice that she turned around and now was looking at me with those seductive eyes of hers.
“Good evening.” I nodded and sat down on one of the couches. “Practise?”
She sat down on the same one as I did and took a long drag of her cigarette. “Trying to, if I’m honest I didn’t even come here to practise.”
I looked at her with awaiting eyes, gesturing to her to continue.
She streched her slender body and tucked her knees into her chest, I couldn’t help but glance down where her knees pushed against her delicate breasts. I wanted to devour her completely, I felt my trousers tighten at a million more fantasies of how I could make her mine and mine alone.
“The apartment above mine is having a gathering.”
“Are they drinking and stomping?”
“Almost, they are having an orgy.” She smirked at me, while taking a big gulp out of her flask.
I chuckled softly. “Good for them, I suppose.”
There was a comfortable silence between us. I looked at her to steal a glance, only to find her already looking at me with hooded eyes. She had a little smile on her lips, she suddenly reached up toward me and offered me her flask. I didn’t even care what she was offering me, she could have given me poison in it and I would have drank it eagerly. It sent a heatwave down my spine when I put my lips exactly where the print of her lipstick was.
“It’s a dirty martini.” She said when I gave it back to her.
“I could tell, it’s really good. Did you make it?” It really was good, the olive taste and sweetness mingled perfectly together.
“I’m glad you liked it, yes I made it. I have too much fun making all kinds of cocktails. When I was in my late teenage years, I worked in a bar, that’s where I learnt it all.” She was looking forward, as if she was telling tales to the fire. Her hands blindly reached for another cigarette, and so did I.
I couldn’t help, but smile at her. When she was talking about something she was enthusiastic about her eyes weren’t holding that lustful gaze of hers, more like wider, adorable eyes that reminded me of a doe.
I lit my cigarette with ease, and I noticed that her lighter was refusing to light up. “Oh damn it! It’s out, little fucker.” She mumbled under her breath.
Suddenly, she turned her head around to look me in the eyes..
There was something about her at that moment. Her hair was long and big, I wished to stroke it and pull it at the same time. The cigarette was between her lips that were painted a dark red. Her skirt rid up to the top of her thighs. I was lured in, and lured in deep.
She slowly crawled towards me from across the couch, when she got close, she supported herself on my knees. She leaned closer to my face, with a sultry look that made me want to fall to my knees at her every wish.
“Henry?” She whispered.
“Y/N?” I whispered back to her.
She leaned into my ear, I could smell her sweet scent all around me, I wanted to drown in it. My arms tightening with the need to just wrap themselves around her and show her pleasure on earth.
“Would you light my cigarette, please?” She leaned away and giggled, she was very well aware of the effect she left on me.
I lit my lighter up and she leaned into it, lighting the ashes to life. “You know what this means? When you light someone’s cigarette?”
I shook my head softly, there was an adoring smile on my face. She slowly got up and gathered her things, she stopped in front of me and said the answer.
“I’m your bitch now.” She smirked, everyone wanted her to be their bitch, I was no different. But, at the same time I was, I wanted to give her the world and worship her.
“And are you?” I smirked back at her in challenge, I was always up for a game.
“Do you want me to be?” She tilted her head in front of me, looking me up and down discreetly, there was hunger in her eyes, she had hunger for me.
I put my cigarette down and took hers too. I stood up and towered over her, my broad body nearly swallowing hers up. I let my fingers caress her hair and then wander to her cheeks, it was like caressing silk.
“I want you to be.” I whispered. “Let me take you out on a date, treat you nice, show you how you should be cherished. Let me give you the world.”
She closed her eyes, she loved to hear the words I said, and she loved that I was the one who said it. Behind that sultry gaze, I saw that she wanted me, and wanted me deeply.
She got up on her tiptoes and her lips were hovering over my ear. “If you want me, show it to me, show me that you really mean what you said. And then, if you are a winner, you may claim your prize.”
My blood stopped when I felt her plush lips press against my neck.
After many long seconds, she leaned away, winked at me and made her way out. From the window I could see the red vintage car driving away, of course it was hers.
I took my previous seat and watched the fire. She was playing hard to get, I loved it. I wanted to work for her love, I was fucking game.
I took my writing notebook out and I wrote one thing on the top of the page.
Temptress.
I found my muse.
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what about makeup sex with henry after a big fight hehe
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Merry Christmas, my dearest doves! Love you xx <3
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Odium
It was already bad timing for them to fight. It was the end of the semester, summer was right around the curb.
All the members of the greek class were together in Francis’ estate, it was easier if anyone had troubles with all of their work. But, that also meant that everyone was on fire, and not in a good way.
The twins were mainly calm and minding their own business, Francis just drank the second he felt an ounce of stress and dragged Richard with him to be a borderline alcoholic. Bunny was the main problem, he was irritating the shit out of everyone, especially Henry and Y/N.
It was obvious that Bunny had a thing for Y/N, it was an ignored open secret for everyone.
But one night, Bunny had drank a bit too much, unfortunately for Henry. Henry was trying to do his work in the library, but Bunny had different plans for him. He plopped down onto the armchair in front of Henry and made himself comfortable.
He just kept on talking, talking and talking. After an hour of his constant yapping, which Henry ignored of course, there was a bit of silence. Until there wasn’t…
Y/N went to sleep hours ago, but she just couldn’t get comfortable, and she felt like she was just not warm enough. She needed Henry’s big and warm body to fall asleep, so she made her way down to the library.
She had heard his distant voice, it made her stop in her tracks. Bunny was talking, and about her. His tone was fuming, and she could just see his angered red face, he must have drunk a whole bottle. She never heard his slurring this much, he wasn’t in his right mind, he will probably forget everything in the morning.
She stayed at the corner and just listened, what a mistake.
“Do you know what I don’t understand, Henry?” He huffed like a small child “You have her all to yourself, and you can’t even fucking cherish it, you fucking bastard!” He was hitting the arm of the chair in frustration “You just show her around, I bet you don’t even love her.” Her heart ached at the words of Bunny, but more at Henry’s silence. She didn’t need to hear her name to know that she was the topic.
“But let me tell you, old chap, if she was mine… Man, how I would love her. And not just her, but that body…” she clenched her fist and jaw, her heart dropped. “I would grab her hair and have those lips around my cock. I would knead and suck those tits all fucking night.” She could hear him creeping closer to Henry “And of course, I would fuck her sweet pu—“
She had turned on her heels and ran back to her room, she heard enough. And it angered her that Henry couldn’t stand up for her. Did he really just wanted to show her off? Without actually loving her? She knew she was beautiful, beautiful like the sun on a cold winter day. But, no, Henry loved her, he showed her multiple times and he really cherished her. Then why didn’t he fucking say something?
She needed space, she knew he would come looking for her. So, she took her bag out and threw in whatever clothing of hers she could find, she even put in a shirt of Henry’s. She may have been angry at him but he was the love of her life. She creeped into Francis’s room, and woke him up lightly, he looked confused and scared that something bad had happened.
“Y-Y/N? What is it? Is something wrong?” He sat up in bed, the moon rested on his pale freckled chest.
“No, no. I just—I have to leave, I must go home. Can I take your car?” He immediately understood that it was something to do with Henry. So, he nodded and gave her the keys. “Please, don’t say anything to Henry…”
“Of course not, my sweet.” He hugged her gently, and felt her shed a few tears on his neck, so he just let her stay like that for a couple of minutes, stroking her hair until she pulled away.
She shed many tears while driving back to her place, and when she plopped down on her bed, she cried even more.
She doesn’t remember when she had fallen asleep, but she woke up with Henry kneeling beside the bed, smoothing her hair softly. The second she recognized the familiar touch she melted into it. Then, she remembered the whole reason she fell asleep alone in her own bed, so she pulled away.
His brows furrowed as he looked at her in confusion.
“Why did you leave, my doe? What’s wrong? Do tell.”
The tears began to stream. “I heard you… In the library.” She sensed that he tensed up “I heard how Bunny was talking about me, but I didn’t hear you saying anything.” She barely whispered out, the knot in her throat nearly choking her words down.
She finally looked him in the eye, she was surprised to see the slight smile on his face. Why was he smiling?
He chuckled warmly and held her teary face in both of his big hands. “Oh, my girl. I wish you hadn’t left so early, otherwise you could have seen the bruise on Edmund’s cheek.” He sat up beside her on the bed and hugged her deeply, she immediately wrapped herself around his much bigger frame “I would never let anyone talk like that about my lovely baby. She is only for me, no one else can touch her like I do. And he was right in certain parts.” His kisses migrated down to her jaw.
“W-what?” He was hitching closer to her sweetest spot.
“I do love to show you off.” He sucked at her neck and she felt the warmth in her tummy. “I love how everyone envies me, because I have the most beautiful girl to myself.” His lips wandered to her cleavage, his hands slipped under her thin nightgown, slowly pushing it over her head. As he talked, he gently pushed her down on her back. “Mine to love, to hold, to kiss…” he slowly kissed down her body, stopping at her chest to give some attention to her perky breasts, which he got rewarded for with breathy moans. He kneeled down on the floor, pulling her hips to the edge of her bed. His arms wrapped around her soft thighs, which he kissed all over, and he bit the lower part of her tummy. “All mine to pleasure, to worship, to fuck.” He dived in and ate her out as if his life depended on it, he needed to make it up for her.
She loved when he ate her out, he was so good at it, but she needed him now, she needed him bad. She was already horny when she went down to the library, so she was eager to get him inside her. Henry and her were probably the least stressed out of the whole greek class, they fucked all of their stress away. She grabbed his hair and pulled him up from her heat, which Henry replied to with a whine, nobody likes to be pulled away from a good and warm cunt.
“I-I need you, Henry, I want you inside.” She pushed his shirt off of his muscular chest after pulling him down to her naked body.
He stood up from the ground and undressed quickly, his member was already standing hard and proudly against his stomach.
He laid down beside her. “Come one, doe, use me as you’d like.” She was hypnotised by him, she crawled on top of him and grinded down on his firm dick. He groaned when he felt her wet folds wrapping around him, he easily could have cummed just from her grinding. “Put me inside, dearest, let me feel you completely.”
That did it, she positioned him at her entrance, and sunk down on him. She fell down on him and began riding him while embracing him.
This was his heaven, being inside his girl, while being in her welcoming arms. His hands were caressing the back of her head. She straightened her back and gave him a sight for sore eyes. He felt himself pulse within her from the show she gave him, her soft hips moving precisely, her beautiful round tits bouncing from her moves, her hair messy from his touch. She radiated sex from her, and she was his sex goddess.
After a while, her moving got uncoordinated, so he sat up and fucked up into her. He pounded right up into her sweet spot, she moaned loudly and she fisted his hair from the pleasure. His mouth latched on one of her breasts and he began sucking and licking on her nipple.
“I’m close, just, oh! Don’t stop!” His fingers started rubbing her clit, and he felt her clenching around him.
“Go on, give it to me!” She came on him and that pushed him over the edge. His thick cum flooded her cunt.
“Oh, I love the feeling of you filling me up. Mm, so warm.” She nuzzled her face into his neck, and he caressed her skin all over.
They stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other’s warmth. “I would never let anyone speak bad about you, my love.”
Her eyes closed slowly, the sex tiring her out. “I know, I should have stayed a bit longer, m’sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He kissed her lovingly “I understand, the next time someone dares to put a bad word next to your name, I will punch them that second.”
She laughed loudly, causing to laugh too. “How did you get even with punching him?”
“He was so drunk, so Richard just convinced him that he tripped and fell down the stairs. He even acts like his ribs are broken and he is whining all day, he even whined for Camilla to put ice on his arms.”
So, he made up with her. He took her out for breakfast, and just gave her love all day.
I wrote this for my dearest friend @arinewneanias03
I hope you’ll like this piece, Bunny🐇 ily
After class
Reader’s point of view:
“And that is all I have planned for today!” Julian said and all of us slumped back into our seats, today was a long day. The others were even more keen to leave, it was a friday night, so the twins were rushing to the grocery store along with Francis, who just enjoyed cooking, before I blinked they were already out the door. Bunny and Richard already left, god knows where. I reached forward to finish my tea, and I stood up to get my coat on like everyone, but Julian had stopped me.
“Y/N, I wanted to talk to you about your latin translation.” This made me sit up straight, I kind of was expecting this given the fact that I did it last minute. “It wasn’t bad, but you missed the point on why Caesar had returned to the kingdom. So.. Henry!”
Henry, who was helping Julian by collecting the mismatched teacups, peeked out of the backroom. “Yes?”
“Could you, please, put on boiling water for two?” Julian sat down at his desk and motioned me to sit in the armchair in front of it.
“Of course, but… didn’t you mention that you have a meeting with the Dean today?” Henry said, leaning against the doorframe, he did say it when we started the lecture a few hours ago. I let my eyes linger on Henry, he always looked so good, especially with his crisp black trousers and white shirts, I wished I could tear them off of him. It always lit a flame in me when his shirts accidentally pulled a bit up, exposing his toned abs and sharp v-line, while he stretched his limbs out during our lessons.
Julian checked his watch and his small eyes widened a bit. “Oh dear, you’re right, I didn’t even notice how time went by so fast. Umm… The question is, what do I do with you, lovely Y/N?” He was already reaching for his coat.
Henry stepped forward and said, almost eagerly. “I could explain the text to the lovely Y/N.” He smirked when he caught me blushing.
“That is a good idea, thank you.” He put the keys down on the desk and he shot Henry a specific look that I didn’t understand, before stepping out the door. “Stay as long as you need, you’ll give me the keys tomorrow, I have a spare one at home.” He turned to me” You’re in good hands, Y/N. Be good, children!” With that, he left. We heard his footsteps until he completely left the lyceum.
Henry snapped me out of my thoughts. “Tea?”
I was nervous to be in the same room alone with him, but I had to get myself together. “Yeah, thank you.”
“Mint, a lot of honey and a little lemon?” I heard the kettle whistle, I was surprised that he knew exactly how I drank my tea.
“Exactly.” I smiled at him and he smiled back at me, more like smirked at me.
He made us tea and we moved over to the big couch, we sat with our knees touching. I could feel his manly and musky scent and warmth consuming my body. He took my translation and his from the table and analysed them for a few minutes. “Hm, the translation is almost perfect, it just seems that you used the wrong person for the accusativus, which changes the whole meaning.” He put the papers down and looked deeply into my eyes, I felt a blush creep up my cheeks again and a smile creep up my lips.
“To tell the truth, Henry, the reason that I messed it up is because I was rushing with it and I wasn’t really paying close attention to the text” I rambled.
“Tsk tsk, well that is not really nice, well… I see, but I am not letting you leave.” I was relieved and not at the same time. The past week was a long one and all I wanted was a long Friday nap, but I was about to spend quite some time with Henry Winter in a somewhat cozy office space.
“You know what lovely girls who don’t pay attention deserve?” He leaned closer and he started toying with the ends of my hair, I hoped my thighs pressing together wasn’t too noticeable.
“No?” My breath was stuck in my throat.
“We’ll go over Caesar’s story.” He whispered, almost seductively. “Be a doll and get it from the big shelf.” He commanded. With a quiet groan, which made him chuckle, I got up and went over to the massive bookcase. I looked on every shelf, but for the life of me I couldn’t find it. “Try looking on the top shelf!” He said from his position on the couch. So, I did, I couldn’t find the ladder that was usually there for the ceiling high bookshelf, so I stretched my torso as much as I could. I felt that my dress was riding up my thighs way too much, just below my butt or maybe even higher. Suddenly, I felt a pair of strong hands lifting me up by my waist to the highest shelf, and he did it so effortlessly, as if I was light as a feather. “It’s the dark blue book.” I saw it and I reached for it. I took it and I felt him turn me around in his arms, now we were face to face. I was still up a bit higher, my hair was all around our faces, but his big hands felt pleasant on my waist. Our faces were inches apart, his scent was stronger now. Out of instinct, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he welcomed me in as if we had done this a thousand times. I was now completely in his warmth, I was so close that my breasts were pushed against his neck, and it made me blush that he was probably feeling them. One of his hands was supporting me on my lower back, and the other one reached up to caress my face. I looked closer at his face, his clean shaven jaw, his raven dark hair, his lips, the scar he had and those icy blue eyes of his. I have never seen a pair of eyes so beautiful, the scar made him ever more beautiful. I saw his eyes roaming around my face, he never saw me this up close, whatever he was looking at he felt the need to stroke with his finger. At first, he brushed my hair off my forehead. Then, he ran his hands along my cheeks, the curve of my nose, under my eyes and my lips. “What divine beauty you possess…” My breathing got heavy, which meant that my chest was repeatedly rubbing up against him. He looked down between us, and took in the sight of my cleavage with a barely audible groan, it was prominent given the fact that I was a bit leant forward in front of him. His eyes wandered from my breasts to my neck, until he looked me in the eyes again. “And this sweet scent of yours… It drives me crazy.” He took a step forward and pushed me up against the bookshelf, as he did, his hips pushed in between my spread legs, right into my centre. I felt a bit of shame at the low moan that escaped from the back of my throat, but quickly washed away when my brain registered that he also grunted at the contact.
The tension was electric. Suddenly, he took the book out of my hands and he dropped it on the floor. His hand went on the back of my neck and pulled my head close to his. “Fuck Caesar.” And he claimed my lips eagerly, I, of course, returned the kiss just as eagerly. He pushed me more and more into the bookshelf, I could feel his erection through my underwear. He pulled me closer, while still kissing me deeply, and went over to Julian’s desk. His big hands pulled my knees apart so he could nestle himself between them, my dress rid up to my waist. I was breathing heavily and on complete display for his hungry eyes.
“You’re a very sweet girl, aren’t you?” He kissed down my neck and jaw, occasionally biting and leaving marks on my untouched skin. He made his way down to my collarbone and my chest, my breath quivered from his teeth. “You’re so responsive to my touch, and just to me in general.” He pulled my arms out of my dress and slowly pushed it down to my waist, I mentally patted myself on the back for choosing a cute bra for the day. He looked like a starved man at the sight of my barely covered chest. “Beautiful, what pretty lingerie, but I want to see you without it. Show yourself to me, sweet girl, and I will do the same” His fingers motioned me to arch my back, so he could unclasp my bra. I got shy and embarrassed when my breasts were no longer covered by my lace, even if I wanted to be seen by him and taken by him, I quickly shot my arms up so I could cover them, but Henry was having none of it. His lusty gaze shifted to a softer one in a mere second, he caressed my arms that were covering my torso, his touch made me shiver. “Lovely lovely Y/N, you are the prettiest creature I ever saw, I knew this the very first time I had the pleasure of seeing you. And you do not owe me anything, if you don’t feel ready for me, I understand. But, I want to show you what a goddess you are, for I will be your devotee.” I slowly put my arms on my sides, my breasts were bare for his eyes. What he said made me feel comfortable, and so fucking in need for him. I needed him, and I needed him in that second. He had the time of his life kneading and sucking my boobs, but I grabbed his hair and pulled him up.
“Baise moi.”
His eyes had a sort of devilish look in them, and he chuckled darkly while unbuttoning his trousers. “Fuck you? Dirty girl…” He pulled his manhood out and my eyes widened, he was so thick and long. Veiny and dripping for me, he was fully hard, he was already hard when he was pushing me up against the bookcase. “And I wanted to take my time with you.” His hands wandered to my underwear and he slowly pulled it down, but he noticed how it clung to my skin due to my wetness.
“So wet already?” He had mockery in his tone.
“So hard already?” I shot back.
“Touché.” He yanked my underwear down. He pushed my knees up and spread my legs. His tip was begging to be inside me, the throbbing of it proved it. Henry took his pointer and middle finger to circle at my sensitive clit. “I should have known you were going to be this naughty… Walking around here, acting so sweet. But, I could see you. These short skirts and dresses, that only rid up your thighs and revealed your barely covering panties, when I was looking. Coincidence, dear?”
He slowly slipped into me and we both gasped, when he felt me get used to his size he started pounding into me relentlessly. We both had a lot of pent up sexual tension towards each other. “Oh, Henry! Please!”
He slowed down out of teasing. “Please what? Please fuck me harder? Deeper?”
“Deeper!” I moaned out loudly. I thought that he was going to spread my legs wider, so it was a surprise when he leaned down closer to me and threw one of my legs over his shoulder, my other one he wrapped around his waist. When I felt him hit that sweet spot inside of me, I was a mess, I felt even more wetness gather around him.
“Well, well…” he said in a low voice, his constant moving taking on a strain on his voice, but he still toon the effort to talk dirty to me, knowing that it turned me on. “No one ever hit that spot inside you, huh?” I nodded with closed eyes and a thrown back head. My throat was completely exposed for him, and he took advantage of it and kissed my skin, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Oh my, you are making a mess on me, lovely Y/N, what a gorgeous sight. Will you let me make a mess in you?”
Even if I was on the pill, I never let a man ejaculate inside me, but with Henry? Gladly. “Yes, please! I want to feel it!”
His thrust slowed down, only so he could stab more deeply into my cervix. He brought his head, so now we were eye to eye. “Ever had a man come inside you?” His eyes were soft. I shyly shook my head, as shyly as I could while getting fucked on a desk. He stroked my hair. “You will like it, most women tend to enjoy the feeling of getting filled. Don’t you worry, my sweet, I will make sure to really fill this sweet pussy.”
He reached down between us and rubbed my clit, which dropped me over the edge in seconds. When my walls clamped down on him, he let out a guttural moan and I felt the hot sensation of his seed painting me from the inside. Feeling so close to him, I reached up and pulled him down into an embrace, he wrapped his strong arms around me and we just stayed like that until we could breathe properly.
“If that what I get for fucking my translation up, maybe I need to do it more.” I chuckled.
His hand suddenly wrapped around my throat, yeah, that shut me up quite quickly. “The sweet Y/N wants to get punished, oh… You have seen nothing yet.”
He pulled out and kneeled before me. He watched as his own seed dripped out of my entrance like it hypnotised him, when it nearly dripped down he gathered it on his fingers and pushed it back. My legs twitched at the sudden contact on my sensitive parts. He looked up at me with a sly and smug grin, slowly he dived down. “Henry-what are yo-“ he pushed my now correct translation into my hands and wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me in place, while giving my clit a little kiss.
“You are going to read it out for me. If I hear a tiny mistake, mispronunciation or even a moan, you are starting from the beginning.”
For drabble, would it inspire you to write about a date or vacation with Henry? I’m obsessed with Henry being sweet behind closed doors 💕
Thank you for requesting, keep them coming I love them sm:)
Paris
My goddess deserved to be spoiled, always so good to me. So I took my dearest girl to Paris, in hope to return to Hampden with my fiancée. It warmed my heart to see her eyes wide and sparkling from the city, it was beautiful. I obviously booked a suite for us, on the top floor, so I could see her wake up happy, with Paris at her feet.
We woke up, had a quiet coffee and breakfast in the morning, but some days we just slept in and had sex while the sun joined us slowly.
Our days were either spent sightseeing, shopping or even just chatting in a café, or even reading together.
We had dinner at an expensive restaurant every night. I loved seeing her getting ready, applying her makeup on, zipping up her dress that hugged her curves perfectly, and she always asked me to help her put on her jewellery, even if she was perfectly capable of putting it on for herself. It brought me satisfaction when her eyes rolled back at the delicious taste of the
cuisine and the wines from the finest french vineries. We talked at the soft candlelight, a bit tipsy from the wine, smoking cigarettes and softly caressing each other, knowing that the night will end with mind blowing sex.
But one night, we got ready for our dinner, except that I had a velvet box in my pocket.
We were waiting for dessert and she stroked my hand. “Thank you for the day, Henry.” She told me this everyday.
“Anything for you, my goddess, you know you musn’t thank me, I would do anything for you gladly.”
“I know, but I am so very grateful for you.” She leaned closer and petted my face. “My dear, spoiling me so nicely…”
“My pleasure. Y/N, my love…”
She giggled, a bit confused at my sudden seriousness. “Yes?”
“I never knew that I could love someone so much as much as I love you, I never thought I could love, until you came into my life…” I said my monologue that I had practised in my head ever since we arrived in the country. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, with a smile.
But, her mouth fell open when I got down on one knee, and it was no surprise when she fell into my arms, repeating ‘yes’ over and over again.
So, that night I didn’t make love to my lovely girl, but to my lovely wife. We only got engaged, but I already looked at her as my wife, ever since I first saw her. It was obvious that a girl like her only comes once in a lifetime, so marrying her was the best choice of my life.
After many many rounds, we were spent and so were our bodies. I slept like a bear everytime she was near me.
I woke up the next morning, with a groan and closed eyes I felt around the sheets, looking for my wife. I opened my eyes when I couldn’t feel her warm body near me, and I saw her at the open window, right next to our bed. She was leaning out the window, smoking a cigarette. Her curvy frame was barely covered with a white button up shirt of mine, she must have picked it up from the ground just now, not even bothering to button it or putting on her panties, while I melted into the white sheets naked.
The sun was shining down on her, and she was swimming in it. My goddess welcomed the sun with closed eyes and a gentle hum. The sun was also shining through the shirt, revealing her skin for me. Her kissable neck, her soft back, her delicate thighs and her graspable butt with wider hips. I was so in love with her, my body and heart both reacted to her immediately.
She turned around and smiled at me. “Is my husband enjoying the view?” She threw her cigarette out and made her way towards me. My cock stirred in that instant, looking for her warm cunt.
“It would be hard not to, especially with a beauty-on-earth wife like mine.” She crawled on top of me, kissing every inch of my face before leaning down and giving me a deep kiss. When I felt her plump lips against mine, I stroked the back of her hair with one hand and pushed her my shirt off her shoulders.
Her breasts were a sight for sore eyes, I kissed all around them and swirled my tongue all around her sensitive nipples, until she begged me to do something.
“Henry, my husband! I cannot take it anymore, I need you, I need you more.” I flipped us so now she was caged under me. I positioned my tip at her entrance, but didn’t push in more than the tip. She grew impatient and wrapped her legs around my waist, only to tighten them and make my hips collide with hers.
I embraced her as her tight walls embraced my member. “My sweet girl, my sweet wife, taking me so well and oh, so tight.”
I threw one of her legs over her shoulder, the sudden position change caused my tip to press into her heavenly spot at her cervix. As I pounded into her she mewled loudly and kissed me to drown out her loud moans. The sun peeked down at our heated love making, or fucking more like.
Her shaking legs and fluttery walls indicated that she was letting go, so I did too. I pumped her full of my thick cum and just stayed inside of her.
We stayed like that for hours, connected both physically and emotionally, smoking cigarettes and just chatting about anything, as husband and wife.
part two of @celestialpoetry ‘s femme fatale request!
Enjoy;)
Henry’s point of view:
I kept her waiting for a week, to keep her on tip-toes as she kept me on mine for months. It was visible to me that she was waiting for me to make a move. I wanted to grip her hair and tell her: “Don’t be impatient, sweetheart.” But, I couldn’t, not yet anyway.
Then one day, I started sending her gifts. Small gifts, such as chocolates, flowers and little notes. At first I sent them to her school letterbox, which was usually always full due to some desperate notes from desperate first- or second-years. Everyone wanted her in Hampden. It gave me a big amount of satisfaction that only my gifts were the ones that made her smile.
“Oh, sweetheart, if only you knew I was just warming up… -Winter” I sent her this letter one day, which she replied to with a note to my own letterbox.
“Game on, Winter, I am longing to see the fire within you… -Y/L/N”
If she wanted a well-played game, then a well-played game she must get.
I sent her naughty notes such as:
“Beautiful dress, I bet that you would look better without them.”
“What pretty hair you have, sweetheart, if only it was wrapped around my fists.”
“Don’t you worry, I see how you’re trying to tempt me with that dangerously low-buttoned shirt. Shame that all of those fuckers get to drool on what’s mine.” I saw her opening this very note, and I saw the blush that crept up her cheeks and the shiver that ran down her spine.
So, of course, she got another one.
“What a pretty blushing little thing you are, I’m sure you blush as much when you have those hands between your graspable thighs, touching yourself to my notes… You like getting compliments, sweetheart?
But only mine wakes up the beast inside. -Winter.”
This time, I sent it to her apartment for dramatic effect. Luckily for me, Francis lived nearby, so I was able to get her address.
I sent some exotic chocolates that were labelled as an Aphrodisiac. I wanted her to be starving for me, just like I was starving for her. Her body, her skin, her touch, I wanted everything from her.
But the icebreaker was this…
A box full of tiny silky and lacy lingerie, paired with a little velvet box containing a pure gold necklace and a bottle of expensive perfume. And of course, a note.
“I want you to try these on, get your sweet scent on them and wear them when I take you out.
I will pick you up, Friday night, 6pm.
-Winter.”
She has been playing with me for weeks, it was time for me to claim my prize.
Third person’s point of view:
Y/N enjoyed this little game between them. At first, as much as she would never confess it, but she was eager for him to make a move. Then the little gifts with notes came, she certainly enjoyed the attention she was getting from him. The girls at school actually found him hot, but he was hers. Actually, she had noticed him the very first day she arrived at Hampden, and after it, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. His broad and tall frame caging her underneath him, his big hands wrapped up in her hair and around her throat, she even imagined them gripping her breasts and hips. She lusted after him.
Then, the notes came naughtier and they started arriving at her own door. It brought her satisfaction that he cared enough to find out her address, even if it was obvious to her that he got it from Abernathy. They were neighbours, he lived right across from her. He had a nice style and he always greeted her in the morning. There was a time where his car broke down, so she gave him her car whenever he needed to go into the centre of the city.
But, what made her the most hot was that he was actually right. She saved his notes, put his gifts all around her apartment as little trinkets and she touched herself while looking at them. Imagining him taking her in every position and on every surface he could.
When she received his gift with the date, she felt like dancing and cheering. She also appreciated that a man bothered to take her out on a proper date, rather than just inviting her up to their apartments so they could shag.
She loved that men were at her feet, but only gentlemen could kiss her ankles, and Henry Winter was a real gentleman. She enjoyed his gifts, and she was looking forward to getting spoiled by him.
When she tried on the dark red lingerie, she felt more sexy than ever, especially when she put on the necklace and the perfume. She looked like sex on legs, an alluring goddess. Of course, she immediately fell down on her sheets and opened up her legs so she could trace her fingers down to her wet heat. The expensive fabric created a nice friction against her clit. Y/n was satisfied, and not many men could have achieved that. He worked hard enough, he deserved a gift from her too.
She had taken up her entire friday afternoon to get ready for their date. She blew out her hair into Hollywood-curls, she did her makeup perfectly and precisely (she didn’t even minded that it was going to be messed as long as he fucked her) and put the perfume on along with the lace and necklace, just like he asked. She followed orders when she was asked nicely, really nicely.
She wore an amazing dress, a black one with golden details. And as a bonus, it hugged her curves perfectly and it showed a fair amount of clevage.
At precisely 6pm, a car stopped in front of her house.
Henry’s point of view:
I wore an all black suit and I stopped in front of her house, I got out of my car and walked up to her door with a red rose. I was raised to be gentle, women deserved to be spoiled, so of course I wasn’t going to just honk for her. I knocked, and before I knew it, the prettiest sight I ever saw was standing right in front of me. The dress, the perfume and the necklace made her look absolutely ravishing, or maybe it was just her. She was smirking at me with full lips that were painted in dark red, her eyes looked like one a siren would have. She must have been a siren in a past life of hers.
“Good evening, Y/N, you look very beautiful.” She greeted me back, I stepped forward, took her soft hand and gave her a kiss on her hand, which I felt that it made her breath hitch. “Here.” I gave her the roses “They are almost as beautiful and delicate as you, almost.”
“Thank you, for the roses and the compliment, you look… really handsome, Winter.” She caressed the petals of thee roses with her gentle fingers. “Let me just put them in water and get my coat.”
I waited for her and when she was ready, I guided her to the passengers seat and opened the door for her. “Ladies first.”
The ride was quiet, except from the radio, but there was a comfortable silence, just like in the library.
When we arrived at the restaurant, I felt pride rise within me at her surprise when we got escorted to our reservation in the very expensive restaurant.
I pulled her seat out for her and let my fingers graze her neck when she sat down. The waiter took our orders, I had whiskey on the rocks and she ordered a dirty vodka martini.
Our conversation was flowing easily, it was easy to talk to her, I just wanted more and more information about her. She seemed a bit sheepish when the waiter gave us the menu cards.
“Order whatever you’d like, the bill is taken care of.” I reached across the table and put my hand on top of her’s, she whispered thank you and smiled at me.
We talked and drank and smoked cigarettes. I loved making her laugh and I loved that she made me laugh. The orangish light made her more angelic than ever.
When we were having desert, I felt her high heels grazing and my ankles, teasingly stroking up and down.
“You really look gorgeous, Y/N, you really do.” She just giggled and I leaned closer to her. “I do hope that you will let me ruin you tonight, I cannot wait to fuck you until your legs are weak.” I whispered to her.
“Well, you were really spoiling me lately, and now of course, I never had anything more delicious… Or maybe I will in a bit.” She bit her lip and winked at me. God, she was telling me straightforwardly that she wanted to suck me off, that lit flames in me. I needed her, and I needed her now
“Are you finished with your dessert?” There was only a bit of cream on her plate, which of course she took advantage of, she wiped her finger on the plate and licked the white cream off erotically, with that devilish smirk of hers, obviously.
“Why? Impatient are we, Winter?”
“You bet, I am craving you, Miss Y/L/N.” We held eye contact and a few seconds later, she grabbed her purse in her lap and she spoke.
“Let’s go.”
I paid for their dinner and even gave a generous tip to the waiter. In the car, I put my hands on her naked thigh and squeezed her flesh.
“Thank you for dinner, I really did have a good time.” She put her hands on mine.
“Anything for you, darling, but I still have a little treat for you.” I parked the car in front of my house and guided her inside.
Her eyes were wide at the size of my place and at the scattered expensive antiques everywhere, but she didn’t have enough time to do so before I pushed her against the nearest wall and finally kissed her lips. They were so soft and plushy, I never wanted to stop, she heightened my senses to a level where I always wanted her.
She returned my kiss just as eagerly, I tapped her thighs and she jumped into my lap. I gripped her ass as if my life was at stake. I somehow found my way into my bedroom and put her gently down on the bed. I stood back to remove my shirt and pants. She tried to do the same with her dress, but I stopped her.
“Don’t.” I said when she reached behind herself to take off her dress. “I want to take it off you.”
She just chuckled softly. “Whatever you say, sir.” She said it in a tone that made me throb in my underwear, she may have even seen it.
I crawled on her and kissed her roughly again, my kisses migrated down to her jaw and neck, where I inhaled scent. I was face to face with her again and I gripped her blushing cheeks. “Listen, if we are doing this, I don’t want you to do it because you believe I deserve it… I want you to do it because you purely want to. If you don’t, I’ll understand and it will be perfectly fine.” I gave her kisses on her face while whispering.
She pulled me in for a kiss again, I knew that she was craving me as much as I craved her. “I want to, I really want to.” She guided my hands to the straps of her dress and motioned me to pull it down. “I want you to fuck me senseless.”
I grinned, like a cat who got the cream. “Fuck you? What a dirty mouth you have, darling.”
I pulled her dress down and took her heels off her feet. I nearly orgasmed when I saw her under me, in the lacy and barely covering lingerie that I gifted her. Her hair was sprawled across my pillow. I kissed her until I couldn’t breath and I took the precious time to kiss her anywhere.
“My god, you are truly divine.” I left marks on her neck and collarbones. “How gorgeous, this swan-like neck…” I helped her out of her bra, her perky and full breasts right in front of my eyes. I kissed all across her chest and her breasts, I sucked and bit her nipples. “These beautiful breasts…” I kissed her lower, her waist and hips. “Your flesh that I want to hold all the time…” I went all the way down to her ankles and thighs. “Such soft and silky skin…” I pulled the lace off her legs, I kissed the insides of her thighs, and I inhaled her scent so deeply. “And this pretty cunt that is my personal heaven from now on…” I licked a long stripe from her opening to her clit, she whimpered at my every move, but now she let out a full throaty moan. “All mine. No one else gets to smell, taste and take this pussy, right darling?” I stuck my tongue into her.
She gripped my hair. “Yes, YES! All yours! Every part of me!” She was deep in pleasure. So, I ate her out as if my life depended on it. I sucked on her clit, I fucked her with my tongue. I felt her wetness covering half of my face, but I could tell by her noises that she enjoyed it as much as I did.
I took two fingers and I circled her entrance, and slowly pushed them in. “How warm and tight, darling, I cannot wait to feel you completely.” I dived my head back between her thighs. My fingers and mouth were working in perfect unison, and looking up at her, I needed to pathetically grind down on the mattress from the sight.
“All the stupid little boys would cum in the pants from this sight… But, you need a proper man to fuck you, don’t you darling? Someone who cares more about your pleasure, your pleasure is mine.” My fingers started plunging into her more fast and deep, her moans increasing with my every move. I kissed and suckled her clit, which was red and puffy. Her scent lingered all around the room, and I was sipping it up right from the source. “So sweet, I could have you like this everyday, I bet you would love that… I could put you to sleep with my head between these thighs, and wake you up with my tongue. You deserve to be spoiled, with gifts and orgasms.“
“Uh-huh! I want that! I want to taste you too, your pleasure is mine, too. Ah~ Don’t stop!” She gripped my hair for dear life, I could feel her walls closing up on my fingers, her little nub throbbing and suddenly… A big gush of clear liquid was running down my throat, I drank it up as if it was my ambrosia, it for sure was.
“Did you just squirt?”
“Yeah…”
“Do you do that everytime?”
“No, this was my first time that it happened with someone else, I can barely do that on my own.” She heaved, still in the haze of her orgasm.
Everytime I kissed her entrance or clit, she gushed a bit more. I did that until she pushed my head away.
I crawled up to her face and kissed her deeply, she hummed at the taste of herself, but she still clung to my hair for more.
I laid down on my side and caressed her hair, her eyes were hooded and relaxed, and still so full of lust.
“Wow… That was the best thing I ever felt.”
“I’m glad I could make you feel this good, I did mean it. I want to spoil you, to worship you.” I let my fingers stroke her side and occasionally her breast. “Are you tired?”
She suddenly straddled meg and her hair was shielding the room from my face. “Not at all, Winter, I don’t tire out so easily.” She laughed and she leant down to kiss me deeply, she liked kissing and getting kissed, it seemed.
She did the same thing I did to her, she kissed all around my face, jaw and she suckled at my neck. She left marks all around my chest and she caught my skin between her teeth many times, she was revelling in the shivers that were running up and down my spine. She left kisses all around my pelvis and kissed down at my V line. “Mhm, so toned and sharp.” she dragged a red nailed finger down my muscles and her eyes darkened when they contracted under it.
She rubbed me though my underwear, her eyes were shining with lust and the need to please. My cock was nearly tearing at my boxers, I am naturally a tall and big man, so it shouldn’t be surprising that my dick was long and thick, but she nearly lost her mind, when finally, after long minutes of teasing, she took me out.
“Oh-Wow.” She started pumping me and just feeling me up.
“Yeah.” She didn’t even hear me, probably. She was probably lost in imaging me inside of her, fucking her dumb.
She muttered under her breath, with naughty eyes. “So big and warm, and oh-” she kissed my tip, which was dripping with precum, just eager to get finally lost in her precious cunt. “So sweet.”
She wanted to suck me dry, but I was waiting for this, for such a long time. I needed to feel her. I harshly fisted her hair and she moaned, the lusty minx. I pulled her up and flipped us, so I was on top of her.
“Another time, darling.” I reached forward to open my drawer and took out a condom, which I rolled on quickly on myself. I leaned back and marvelled at the sight, her chest heaving, her tits heavy and perky, my knees pulling her legs apart, which made her pussy spread out right in front of my cock, just dripping and clenching around nothing. “Beg me.”
“Please, Henry, fuck me.” I shuffled my hips closer, so my tip was touching her entrance. My thumb wandered to her clit and I started rubbing in little circles, which made her squirm under me.
“You’re going to have to try harder than that.” My thumb fastened up.
“Please, please, please! Fuck me stupid, use me on every surface. I want it so bad.” I got her exactly where I had wanted her to be, desperate and begging for me. “You were right! I was touching myself to the thought of you, so much. Please…”
“What a good girl you are, you deserve to be fucked nicely. Let me show you what no one else can.” With that, I lined myself up and slowly pushed into her. I went slow, so I wouldn’t cause her any pain, but she was taking it like a champion. Her walls were welcoming me in, but her face scrunched up, while I was nearly all the way in. I twisted her silky hair between my pointer finger. “Shh, it’s okay. I am nearly fully in, you’re doing so good.”
When a bottomed out in her, we both released a sigh of relief. She was tight and I could feel myself pressing into the heavenly spongy spot inside of her. Her eyes were hooded and her mouth a tad open.
“You feel so good, Henry.” She reached up and pulled my face closer to hers. “You can move, please do.” She whispered with a voice dripping with seduction, so I did. I slowly started moving in and out of her.
Her sweet vanilla scent enveloped me completely. We were both lost in each other. Her slender legs were wrapping themselves around my waist, making me slide into her deeper. I was hitting deliciously against her cervix, and she pulled me into her embrace.
That was everything, her embrace. Feeling her breast push flat against my chest, her soft hair tickling my skin and her walls gripping me, pulling me closer to my release.
I reached between us, somehow managing through the tight space between our bodies, and I rubbed her clit. Her voice got whiny and louder, it was music to my ears and it indicated that she was getting close.
“Henry! I’m-OH GOD!” She pulled her nails down my back and I groaned , she was marking me and leaving scratches down my back, I loved it.
“I know, darling, I know.” I sped up and with a loud moan she came undone under me. I felt myself release into the condom. “Oh, what a good girl.”
I hauled her panting body in my arm and caressed her sweaty skin. “You did so so good, my dear.”
“Mmm…” Her eyes were cloudy, she was still in subspace, an adorable little thing. I let her rest in my arms for a bit and I pulled out of her.
“Give me a second.” I made my way to the bathroom connected to my bedroom and I made a bubble bath for her, vanilla scented of course. I went back to gather her up in bridal style. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” She nuzzled closer into my chest.
I helped do what she needed and I guided her into the bath, and I went in behind her.
I held her and caressed her skin. “My dear, it was amazing.”
“Yes, it was more than that, I would love it if we could do this frequently.” She turned around in the water and rested her pretty face on my chest, she looked up with her beautiful eyes, I could have watched them all night. “I would like to be yours, and I want you to be mine.”
“Yes, I would love that, my dear.”
So we laid there, bathed each other and just held each other.
“My temptress, I will give you everything that you ever want.”
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She liked summer. The fresh fruits from the market, dresses everyday, warm nights, and just killing time away in the country house with her dear friends doing all kinds of things. It was heavenly, really. Having to go nowhere, drinking out of tea cups and smoking cigarettes all day. This was her favorite thing in the whole world, well… Almost. If she was honest, her favorite thing in the world was a certain person, with the name Henry Winter. The group altogether was really close, but her and Henry had a different type of bond. It was precious, really. Everyone saw it, but nobody ever said anything, there was no need to.
But back to that certain summer night, she was tossing and turning for what it seemed like hours. She thought that the drinking card game they played a few hours prior would guarantee her a good and long night of sleep, but to her disappointment it didn’t. She sat up and checked the time on her watch that was placed on the nightstand, 2 AM. She was used to sleepless nights, so she got out of bed and headed down to the country house’s library. It had plenty of good books and a nice book always relaxed her mind, if she cannot sleep a relaxed mind will do. As she walked across the huge hallway, looking at the paintings and as a routine admiring the gothic style of the mansion, Francis’s ancestors certainly had divine tastes. The hallway was dimly lit and the moonlight also gifted it a bit more light thanks to the large floor to ceiling windows, everyone else was out like a light, Everyone got stupid drunk, at least they got their beauty sleep, she thought. This house could never scare her, she had so many good memories in this house that she could not be afraid of the dark parts.
The library of the country house was one of the greatest thing she had the pleasure of seeing, it was huge. It even had little secret spots, that was her favorite, she had found a quiet hidden corner of the library. It had comfortable armchairs and a huge vintage desk, that she used for studying when they came up here on the weekends.
Her first stop was the kitchen, she didn’t plan on leaving her spot for a few hours so she needed some sort of snack. She found some sweet and plump cherries that she bought with Richard from the farmers market the previous morning, and an unopened bottle of red wine also caught her eye, it would be a shame to leave it in the kitchen all alone. Now with her sweet cherries and wine, she headed to her original destination. She must have looked like some ethereal spirit haunting the walls, with her hair sprawled freely across her back and her silky nightgown lightly jostling with the warm summer breeze that managed to sneak into the house.
In the back of her mind she expected that she was not going to be alone in the library, and she didn’t mind at all. In fact, it made her heart happy. If there was something small she really cherished, it was the intimate moments between her and Henry. The hour long talks they had, sometimes they talked without any words said, their eyes told it all. And of course, let’s not forget about their very sexual affairs. As she was wondering about him, she barely realised that she made it to the corner of the spot. Just like she expected, many candles were lit in a very warm and comfortable light.
There he was, in black trousers and a white shirt, reading a book as usual. At the noises of her arrival he lifted his head up in her direction and let out a warm boyish grin that only a very few people saw.
“Hello, melilla.” he said, looking up at her.
She flashed a smile to him as a response and put her treasures on the desk beside him. When she turned back to him he was shamelessly getting lost in her figure, so she did the same. His hair was looking perfect, as always, what was quite unlikely of him was that his shirt was rolled up to his elbows and the first two buttons were unbuttoned, making his collar loose, and was he looking divine. He lifted his wrist up and motioned her to come to him wiith two fingers, and who was she to not listen to him. He uncrossed his legs from their previous crossed position and she stood between his spread legs. She put one of her hands on one his broad shoulder and let the other get lost in his hair, while she did that he ran his hands up from her bare thighs to her waist and caressed her silk covered body.
“Can’t sleep?” she asked him while her eyes roamed all around his face, he shook his head in answer.
“You neither?” she did exactly what he did seconds ago, she shook her head.
He gave her a gently smile, his fingers crawled over to the small of her back and he suddenly pulled her body close to his. His head was resting against her stomach, she loved these soft moments with all her heart, she soothingly began to stroke his hair,
After a few moments, he pulled his head back and spoke while diving deep into her eyes.
“You are the most divine little thing, do you know that?” he never failed to make her feel like a goddess, she replied with a nod and a shy smile.
“I mean it, Y/N. Tu divinissimus es, et meus es adorare.”
“Scio, me tuum adorare in aeternum.” he slowly stood up and towered over her. He took a hold of her hips, like a predator with precise movements he started pushing slightly at her, which made her walk backward. Blindly listening to his silent command, when her lower back met the desk, in a smooth movement he dipped his palms under her thighs and lifted her up to the desk as if she was only a feather. Not many would assume how strong the once injured classics student is, but she knew it.
His fingertips were either caressing her features or stroking the hair away from her face.
“Tell me, who got you this nightgown?” the bastard, he already knew the answer very well.
“You did, Henry.” she was drunk on this whole scenario. She had flashbacks about how she got this nightgown. One sunday dinner Francis overpoured the alcohol in her drink, and she accidentally overshared that she finds it hard to see how someone could see her in an erotic light. The next night a big box was in front of her door, full of silk and lace with a note.
To my sweet goddess, and the nymph to all my desires - H.W
“And how happy I am that I did, you look absolutely ravishing in silk, melilla.” a certain look in his eyes and his words were making her clench her thighs together, but she failed considering that his hips were between them. When he realized what she tried to do, a smirk sat on his lips. “What is it, darling?” as if he hadn’t known. “You love it when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I think that you must be Aphrodite’s favourite? How I could just eat you up right here and now? Oh, right. I can do that, because you” he leaned closely into her ear “are mine to please.” he whispered to her, in her ear and pressed a long kiss on her temple, then her forehead.
His movements went from slow to impatient. He captured her lips between his own and gripped her hair, the suddenness of it all made her heart beat faster, or maybe it was just him.
When she pushed back into their kiss, all hell broke loose, he pulled her hair a bit, just enough to make her gasp and when her lips opened a bit, he let his tongue explore her mouth.
Then he went to her neck and collarbones. Kissing and sucking love marks into her soft skin. The scent of her made him a starved and impatient man, he was starving for a taste of her, he knew that he would starve for her taste for an eternity, and he would be happy to if at the end of the day he could get it from her.
His fingers took a hold of the straps of her silk gown and pushed them down her shoulders, exposing her now bare breasts. “Beautiful, my prettiest girl.” He sponged kisses to every inch of her chest, he looked up at her and when their eyes met he pressed a kiss to her throat. After this little moment he leant down and went straight to her nipples with his mouth, his other hand was preoccupied with her other breast, massaging it. She tried to keep her moans down, but he made it very very hard for her to do that. After he was satisfied with the amount of bite marks on her breast he went lower and lower, kissing her stomach are through the silk. He was looking at her when he slowly went down on his knees in front of her, as if he was about to pray to her. He smoothed his hands under the lacy bottom of her nightgown and him palms nearly covered all of the soft skin of her thigh, they slipped to the insides of her thighs and spread her legs ever more apart, now revealing her lace underwear.
“Will you let me, my sweet goddess? Will you let me taste and please you in a way that you should be?” she nearly moaned out at his sentence, he already knew that he would, even though he was the one on his knees he was still in charge, it made her dizzy with desire. She nodded eagerly and at that he chuckled and went straight in. At first he pressed a few kisses to her crotch through the lace, then he hooked her fingers into the band and pulled it down her dove legs, to her surprise he just stuck it in his trouser pocket. He slowly leaned in and deeply inhaled her scent. “Divine.” he whispered to her. He ran his tongue all the way from her slit to her clit, he stopped at her pearl and went from kissing to sucking and back and fourth. He went back down to her slit and opened her up with his thumps, and when she was wide open for him he stuck his tongue into her. Boy, he really knew what he was doing, always the right amount of tempo at the right spots at the right time. After a few minutes, he teased his middle and ring finger at her opening, gathering her wetness and pushing them in and out at a light pace.
“Oh, Henry, oh.” she couldn’t keep herself up, her back arching off the dark wood desk, her fingers gripping at his hair. They were far away from the others and they were out like a light so she was not holding her breathy moans down, and it was the most beautiful music to his ears. He even fastened his pace up, moved his fingers at a rapid pace and his mouth on her clit was working magic. He knew she was close, her walls were closing on his fingers and her moans turned to breathless gasps.
“Come on, darling. I know you are nearly there, let go. Let go, my sweet girl. She let go and made a spasming movement, he slowed down to really savor her high. When her breathing got even again he stood back up, leant down to her laying body and kissed her open lips. She hummed pleasatly at her own taste on his tongue.
She let her hands wander across his chest, her fingers unbuttoned the rest of his buttons, smoothing his skin up and down.
“I am aching for you, Y/N, I really am.” He stood up straight and she could see the tent in his pants. It made her smirk at him, she knew that she was the only one who could get him going any second she wanted to. “Oh, don’t you get evil with me, help me out.” he had her chin in his palms. She reached down and unbuttoned his pants, he pushed it down his legs along with his underwear, it always surprised her how big he was, I mean, down there. She looked deep into his eyes while she spread her legs for him, an invitation only for him. He felt like he was on fire, he needed her, so he didn’t spare a second and stepped closer, his length was right at her opening, twitching and pulsing to feel her warmth snug against him.
“Go on, Henry, I am yours, make us one.” She whispered, he leaned down to devour her lips and suddenly snapped his hips forward in a sudden movement, entering her and even the desk creaked at his sudden move. They both gasped, and he didn’t go at a fast pace right away, he really savored the movements of his hips.
One of his favorite feeling was making love to his muse, his everything. Holding her tightly in his arms, feeling her warmth all around her, hearing her cries of pleasure for him, caressing her face and her soft locks. He loved her, he would do anything to protect the girl that he was making love to. As the minutes went by, his pace fastened, his drawn out movements went to rather impatient ones.
It was a heavenly sight to see, two ethereal creatures, who loved each other so much that they would be willing to die for the other, now being one. Her nails were clawing at his back, the pain made him even more excited and motivated in fucking her. He was either kissing her lips or her swan neck.
“Damn right you are mine. You like that don’t you? That you belong to me, that I am the one that gets to fuck you.” he didn’t swear much, but when he did it made her blood heated.
“Yes, yes I am.” she whispered in an out-of-breath tone. She loved it when he claimed her like that, both with his words and actions.
“Of course, and the others think you’re so innocent, well well well. They don’t know how many times you climbed into my bed, letting me worship my goddess. My sweet sweet girl.” he was near his high, and so was she, again. He could feel her walls grip him and she could feel his hot member pulsate inside of her, he could feel her up so very perfectly, the perfect angle of his hips hitting every dear spot of her. “Let me tell you a little secret, I am yours too. My soul and heart is yours, only yours for eternity, no one will ever live up to you and I don’t want anyone else other than you. Everytime I lay eyes on you, I thank the Gods for gifting you to my life. I love you.”
“I-I love you, Henry. I love you.” it made him truly smile, and then he reached down and started rubbing at her clit to get her closer.
She threw her arms over his neck, her legs closed at his waist and she pulled him close to her. With his free arm he reached under her arching back and did the same as her. Suddenly he came to a halt and she felt his hot thick seed spill into her, moaning out of ecstasy
As they reached their own highs in their loving embrace, and held it until their hearts stopped beating so fast and they could breath properly again.
He kissed her on her forehead and rest his own on hers. She sat up and he slipped out of her, he watched as his creamy load dripped out of her.
“Hm, you really did fill me up.” she softly laughed.
“Only for you, my darling.”
He helped her put her nightgown back in place and he gave his shirt to her, so she would be nice and warm. Pulled his trousers back up and got her panties out of his pocket, he held her waist as she got back on her wobbly legs, she held on to his shoulders as he pulled her lace up her legs. They got some tissues and cleaned up.
He sat down back into the armchair where he originally sat before she came here, she got the cherries and the wine from the table and made her way to him. He pulled her in his lap and she rested her head on his chest, his heartbeat soothing her.
Henry fed her a few cherries, so she could get some of her energy back and ate some himself. While he read his book he caressed her hair, he looked down at the nearly sleeping goddess in his arms and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“Sweet dreams, my love.” and with a smile, she fell asleep in her lover’s arms, in the country house’s library.
