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You can't stop feeling so fuzzy inside every time you visit Henry.
His eyes always light up when they meet yours, offering you a warm smile and inviting you into his arms. Always offering you endearing words, and homemade food that is to die for.
He never... demands anything from you. You never feel obliged to give your body to him (though you'd gladly do it).
He looks at you like a person, like someone to be loved and cherished, someone to keep around.
He is very eager to keep you around. Asking you to move in multiple times. Because then you won't have to worry about paying bills. Then you won't have to go out and be with grabby strangers.
But you refuse. Your heart aches to see the sad, almost disappointed look in his eyes as you leave his place to get ready for another client.
But that's not all you do. Henry doesn't know how much your client pool has been cut short. He doesn't know you refuse to let them taste or breach your heat because in your mind it belongs to him.
So sometimes you secretly go out to study. Improving your grades. It's never too late to get your life back in check, get a job, seek higher education.
You want to keep it a surprise. Have the files to prove you've done it all by yourself. With pure dedication and hard work, when you could've easily just jerked off a few examiners and clerks to get it.
Sometimes you just want to tell him. Just so he would stop thinking you haven't changed your ways. Just so he'd quit rejecting your advances. And it's not like he doesn't want you.
It almost happens from time to time. The occasional brush against each other's parts in the small kitchen. The way he bites his lip when you do your stretches. Cuddles ending up with grinding and humping. Simple kisses turning all too heated and desperate.
But he always stops. Saying he doesn't want to be like any other client. That he can't afford to do this until he is your only one.
And god, god, you're his.
You're all his.
He is your only one.
But maybe it would be too hard for him to believe, especially after the evenings when you do go to clients.
One night you returned with an aching jaw and an irritated sculp. It was a simple oral session, but the guy got too excited and fisted your hair too hard.
Henry wasn't angry at you. He was angry at that inconsiderate prick. He was disappointed you let him do that to you.
And you sighed, nodding slowly, feeling shameful and apologising.
He softened and apologised for lecturing you. Sorry for making you feel even worse. Giving you a warm hug and a kiss on your aching jaw.
You left to draw yourself a bath, while he set the table. Apparently, he had made your favourite dish. Because even if he doesn't like what you do, he doesn't despise you for it, and will still wait into the dead hours of the night for your return, to hold and feed and care for you.
And that night he entered the bathroom while you were still in the tub, crouching down on the tiled floor behind you with a groan.
He insisted on washing your hair, fingers carefully working the shampoo into your roots, trying his best so you wouldn't feel pain. You tried to hold your reactions at bay but would still flinch, and he would lean in to kiss your damp neck and promise it'll pass.
The both of you laughed when his glasses slipped and fell into the water.
And a tear rolled down your eye, because you couldn't put to words how much you appreciated him, how much you wanted to be with him, and only him.
Henry has gotten so used to having you around, that he doesn't even stutter.
Sometimes you'd say something incredibly crude, just to see his reaction, but it doesn't make him jump anymore. Only a red blush, a kiss on your hair and an amused murmur about your inappropriate choice of words.
You could've almost forgotten he ever had so much anxiety. That, until the topic of going outside comes up.
He'd revert back to his shell, beg you to leave it be, and change the subject. Then it would take you a while to coax the deep fear and sorrow away from his features.
"Hen..." you sighed one day, after he refused again.
"Hon... I can't." He looked away.
...no.
You're not giving up on him this time.
"Just to the backyard, please?" you tried to convince him. "It's still your house, technically..."
"Darling, I, uh, was just planning to cook-"
"The fridge is full and there's a chicken in the oven." You deadpanned. "You can't possibly cook any more."
"Well, I..." he hesitated.
"Hen, you truly want me to move in?"
He softened. "Of course, my dear..."
"Then I'll need your help with carrying stuff. Which means going outside." You insisted, pointedly pressing your finger into his chest. "And we need to tear out and replant everything outside. That wild mess has been bugging me for a long-fucking-while."
He seemed defeated.
"It's been too long, honey..." he shifted uncomfortably. "I... I don’t..."
You intertwined your fingers with his. "Just for five minutes, okay?"
"20 seconds."
"Four minutes."
"A minute."
"Two."
"A-Alright." He squeezed your hand.
You let go of his hand, walking over to the door.
His hand twitched. "Wait, I, uh, thought you were..."
"We're starting with something you're familiar with." You told him, before shutting the door.
You knocked.
You heard him drag his legs over to the door. He opened it, offering you a small smile from the force of habit, but his eyes carried an irrational level of fear as he scanned the outside.
"C'mon," you offered your hand.
"You're too far."
"Guess you'll have to step forward, then."
"I can't."
"The ground won't swallow you whole."
"I can't."
You sighed, shifting forwards. "Half a step."
He stared at the ground, hesitating.
"I feel dumb."
"No, you aren't."
"I don't know why I can't."
"You don't have to know, Hen." You insisted. "Just focus on me, alright?"
He studied you for a long moment.
"...alright."
He forced himself forwards, grabbing at your hand as if it was a lifeline. The wild grass crunched under his steps.
"There you go!" You hugged him. "The weather's nice, right?"
"Right." He answered quietly, looking at the growth.
...
"Do you see why it bothers me so much?"
...
"I... I don’t know. Maybe."
"I pity the mailman."
"I don't think he minds."
"You haven't talked to him."
"You did?"
"How do you think I've been collecting your mail?"
"From the carpet... as he always leaves it..."
...
"...he minds?"
"Nope." You smiled. "But clearing all this mess would make this house feel more lively, don't you think?"
...
"...I think I want to go back inside."
You looked at the time. Three minutes.
"Okay."
He stared at the backyard from the window for a few days in a row.
And one night, as you returned from work, you saw him with a flashlight on his head, trimming the grass with shaking hands.
"Hen?"
He jumped.
"Uh- Hon. Hi."
"It's easier for you in the dark?"
"Yes. It's... it's like working on animatronic fur the night before a big show." He murmured.
You smiled.
Not only he managed to go outside all by himself, he also coped with an analogy from his past.
He is getting better and better. Perhaps you should start offering to go nightly walks.
But you ended up being the one to ask him to go inside. It was late, after all.
The next morning he watched you from the doorway as you gathered all the cut grass into trash bags. And then he joined in to help you.
Dammit, it was too late for you to hide it.
Henry was nearby, doing another coding commission, when you answered the door to the mailman.
As usual, you did some small talk and received Henry's mail. But suddenly, the mailman asked to confirm your name, and announced that there was a letter for you, from the local college, and simply left as if he hadn't dropped a huge bombshell in the form of a printed A4 paper on you.
"This... must be a mistake. On so many levels." You scrunched your face when Henry approached you with a questioning look. "Maybe they made a lot of typos that autocorrected into my name and your address."
"Hmm... very unlikely, but not impossible, especially when you put it like that." He shrugged, opening the letter. "I'll try to figure out where we should send this to."
You started feeling nervous. You didn't know what was in that letter. You almost didn't want to know, especially not like that, when you didn't have a chance to confirm the results on your own.
He furrowed his brow and murmured, reading it to himself.
But then his eyes widened, realising it wasn't a mistake, filling up with so much light.
Your heart skipped a beat.
"Honey..." he let out with an unreadable tone. "Honey, you... how..."
"What does it say? I'm dying to know!" You were physically shaking.
...
"Congratulations..."
You let out a yell of pure joy, jumping in place. Henry leaped forwards to take you in his arms.
"Honey, I'm so proud of you..."
God, you've wanted to hear that for so long...
"I- I don't understand," he glanced at the results again. You also got to look. They weren't perfect, but they were more than enough to get accepted. "When did you have the time to take the tests? To study for them? To have the interviews?"
"It wasn't easy to hide it from you," you chuckled.
"But you are always working, all day long..."
"Hen, if there's one thing I learned from doing sexwork, is that nobody has the balls to ask for it in broad daylight." You said bluntly. "And besides, I haven't seen a dick for a few months already."
"You haven't?" He blinked a few times. "But every day you..."
"...went to my apartment to study." You can't call it home, of course. "Or to work. There's a public bathroom on the way so I change there-"
"Hold on, what work are you talking about?"
"Eh... not much. Fast food. In the back kitchen, so no ex-client would recognise me." You sighed. "Explains the smell, right? I swear I wasn't banging a bunch of basement dwellers that live on nuggets for months in a row."
Henry let out a breathy laugh. "I never thought I'd be so glad to hear such an odd sentence."
"We should print it and hang it on the wall at home." You cupped his cheek.
"Home?"
"If the offer to move in is still up..."
He leaned down and kissed you sweetly, staring at you with pure adoration.
"Of course, my dear. Nothing would make me happier."
"You'll regret this." You challenged.
"Oh?" He smirked, hands trailing to your hips.
"Having to pack and carry all my stuff..."
"Oh."
"Especially all those heavy books I've been studying with..." you continued, letting him lead you to the couch for a cuddle.
"Don't tell me..."
"Yeah... it would probably take multiple walks."
"Can't we just focus on the good news?" He pressed your back to his chest, hand resting on your belly.
"Hmm... I don’t know, I can think of so many inconveniences..."
"Then maybe you should stop thinking." You didn't notice his voice dropping.
"Make me," you grinned, not expecting it to go anyw- he shoved his hand into your pants.
"Ah- HENRY!" You yelped, grasping onto his arm for dear life.
God, he's finally touching you. After so long...
F-Fuck, you're already getting close?
"This alright, hon? Do you want to me stop?" He wanted to make sure, despite how drenched his fingers already were.
"N-No, keep going, fuckkk..." You begged. "Fuck- I want you inside, inside, Hen..."
"I've got you, I've got you..." he assured, finger prodding at your entrance. Your insides weren't as loose as they used to be.
He pushed it in, knuckle by knuckle, making you whine and moan and struggle way too much for how minimal it was.
He moved the finger around, thumb rubbing at your clit, and it was just heavenly.
You keened as your walls clenched around it. You gripped his arm tight and-
"Ah-"
The both of you froze.
Your face turned red.
You...?
Fuck.
That's embarrassing.
"Wh- just one?" He let out in surprise. "Should I be fluttered?"
"God, I feel like a virgin." You grunted out in complaint, shivering as he pulled his wet finger out.
He grinned against your ear. "Guess you'll have to wait some more to... see dick, as you put it."
"Fuck you."
He kissed your neck. You shuddered against him. "Not too soon, apparently."
The first time you went out on a walk, he squeezed your hand, following your lead through the empty streets.
You filled the silence with mundane talk. It's a good weather tonight. The air always seems fresher at this time. Oh, look, a hedgehog!
At first he just murmured agreements. Then, after he got used to it, he pointed out what stores changed in the recent decades. And when he started to enjoy the walks, he told you of Charlotte's favorite playgrounds, or told you the way to the school she studied at.
You finally got all your stuff and moved in after a few of those.
The two of you afford the bills with savings, while slowly paying for your degree with your little jobs. You studied every chance you could between your shifts, sitting on the table near him as he worked on coding commissions.
You had a permanent space in his bed, and you'd hold each other all night long.
And god, he's been really holding back on you all this time.
He'd fuck you multiple times a week, pure passion and adoration present in every slide of him inside you.
He'd demand to know who's doing this, who's making you feel so good, who do you belong to, and you'd cry out that it's him, him, only him, until your words become incoherent and he thrusts his spend deep into your overwhelmed core.
You never got to taste him like you've always wanted. You go dumb and giggly every time he initiates, that you forget to offer. He never asked you to, as he is the one eager to taste you, hear your voice raw and and clear, and then sink inside of you.
One day, one day you will.
One lazy afternoon, the two of you were cuddling after a morning of baking. The taste of chocolate and honey was still heavy on your tongue, and it was still prominent on his from what you gathered from your occasional kissing.
You felt so comfy and cozy that you settled on falling asleep. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling every time his lungs filled with air. You put your hand in his, and he gladly tangled his fingers with yours.
"Sleepy?" He kissed your forehead.
"Mm-hmm..." you sighed.
...
Your phone rang.
You groaned, losing all your hard-earned sleepiness. Henry reluctantly let you go, just so you could grab it, and then collected you into his arms again.
"That's odd..." you furrowed your brows. "A guy from high school."
"...just over 15 years ago?"
"UGH, don't remind me I'm getting old." You huffed. "Might be important. Maybe a reunion or something... hello?"
"Wassup, kitten."
You exchanged a confused look with Henry. Like- WTF.
"Excuse me? Do you have the right number?"
"Of course I do, princess. I heard from my friend that you're lots of fun, and even though your work number wasn't working, I immediately realised it was you, kitten."
His tone made you sick. Henry's arms around you tightened.
"Listen, I don't do this stuff anymore."
"I offer a good time as well, kitten. Just let daddy have a-"
"No." You reached to hang up.
But then he named a number.
A very high number.
One that will lift most of the burden of your tuition.
All this money for a single night.
Henry tensed up.
"Well, kitten?"
...
"...no."
"I'm sure you'll change your mind when you see what you will be working with," he said seductively. "Would a larger... pay, convince you, kitten? Though, you might do this for free after you feel a real man-"
"Don't call me ever again, you creep." You spat out. "I have a boyfriend."
"He doesn't have to kn-"
You hung up, blocking the number and throwing your phone onto the carpet in disgust.
"Ew." You grimaced. "I can't believe I used to tolerate these kinds of perverts."
...
Henry was still quiet, still holding you tightly. You started to worry, looking at him.
"Hen, I swear I blocked-"
"Boyfriend," he said out of the blue.
"Hen?"
"I'm your..." he grinned. "Yeah, I'm..."
"I guess, yes," you let out a laugh. "I mean... isn't it obvious?"
"Right, right..." he chuckled, blushing. It was cute, how he got excited from little things like that. "Just... hearing you say that..."
"You're my boyfriend," you told him, resting your arms on his shoulders. "And I'm your girlfriend."
"I like the sound of that," He hummed, rubbing circles into your hips. "I wonder what other wonderful noises you can make."
"I don't think you can get more out of me," you grinned, challenging.
Your legs were weak and your voice was soar for the rest of the day. Henry cared for you with a hot drink and an apologetic smile, but you were too dizzy with satisfaction to mind.
"No, no, Hen." You scolded. "Get your head out of there. This won't work on me this time."
You felt him pout against the skin of your chest, kissing it one last time before retreating in defeat.
"We're going out today." You fixed your shirt, insisting.
He always managed to distract you somehow, but you are not going to fall for it today.
You looked up at him. No matter how dramatic and playful he acted, he couldn't hide the fear in his eyes.
"Hen," you softened, reaching up to cup his face. "You've been doing great so far. It's the same thing, just in daylight."
"I... I don't know, hon." his hands rested on yours. "What if someone recognises me? I don't know if I could handle that..."
"Hen, it's been- like- 20 years. You look different." You assured him. "And besides, you barely set a foot in that place. Did you ever step in and announce yourself as the owner to a room full of people in the middle of a birthday party?"
"No..." he sighed. "God, I feel stupid."
He always scolds himself like that...
"You're not stupid, you're scared. And I am too, sometimes. It's okay to be scared," you got on your toes and moved his head down so you could kiss his forehead. "You've been blaming and guilt-tripping yourself over that bastard's deeds for years."
...
"Why are you scared?" He asked quietly.
"Because of... my previous job," you looked away. "It's inevitable to encounter someone I... worked for out there, in the streets, in shops, in campus..."
You took his hand in yours. "I would feel better with you by my side."
"Right. Me too." He squeezed it.
"Do you have a destination in mind?"
He took a deep breath. "Yes. Yes."
"Lead the way."
He froze, before slowly nodding.
He led you out and into the perfectly cared-for backyard. The road out was clear from any wild growth, and some flowers started blooming near it.
Another pause of hesitation, as he saw a car passing by behind the tree at the exit.
And then the both of you walked out into the street.
He flinched for a split second, as if the sun was burning him. But he walked with you, leading you somewhere off your usual path.
You noticed he was looking down or away every time a stranger passed by. You met his eyes when he did that, shooting a small, reassuring smile his way.
"Ah, Mr. Emily! Long time no see."
He froze.
"That's just the mailman," you whispered, and he managed to recover fast enough to stutter a greeting back.
There was a change in his mannerisms after a few more minutes. Slowly becoming confident, more determined. The fact that there were less people around helped.
"Uh, Hen? Where are we going?" You finally asked, grass crunching under your feet as he took a turn off the street, off any familiar road.
"Somewhere special." He said, leading you between trees, picking very specific turns. "...if I still remember how to get there."
You giggled. You didn't mind getting lost with him in a grove.
"There. Careful, hon."
You had to take a large step above a small river. Right after it was a clearing, which was perfectly lit by the sun peeking between the leaves.
"I used to come here for inspiration." He told you.
There were large stones on the side, some smooth and stable enough for a person to sit on.
You set by Henry, leaning your head on his shoulder and taking in all the sounds of nature. The water flowing, the wind dancing between the leaves, small animals wandering around...
His thumb was stroking your hand. And when you looked up at him, he was already looking at you with his chocolate eyes.
"This place is beautiful." You said.
He grinned, and you could already guess his reply. You kissed him slow, feeling his smile on your lips.
He chuckled, saying it anyway. "Not as beautiful as you."
"HENRY! God, this is so cheesy." You laughed. "What are you going to say next, that you lo-?" the words got caught in your throat.
"I don't know..." he looked away.
You felt a pang of pain in your heart.
Dammit. You shouldn't have said anything.
"...if I were to say that, I don't know if I could ever stop." He looked at you again with so much adoration.
"Yeah?" You let out the breath you were holding. "I... me too."
You shuffled closer to him and enjoyed the silence together, the implications of this short exchange filling you with butterflies.
You've arrived home hand in hand, still grinning from ear to ear.
You hugged Henry. "I'm so proud of you..."
"Couldn't have done it without you." His arms tightened around you. "You make everything about my life better, I-"
He paused.
Then he leaned into your ear, as if to tell you a secret.
"I love you."
Your legs felt weak.
"I love you," you repeated. "I love you, I-" you pushed him against the wall, kissing him with all your might until you ran out of air.
He looked at you with half lidded eyes, huffing, yet still managing to mouth another I love you.
God, saying it, hearing it- it's so addicting.
He let out your name with worry as you dropped to your knees. His hands reached for your face, to ask if you were okay, but his voice got caught in his throat, seeing the hungry look in your eyes.
"I want you in my mouth." Your mouth was watering.
"You do?" He bit his lip, finding it hard to imagine wanting to choke on something.
"Yes Hen, yes, please," you begged, hands running up and down his legs and kissing the palm of the hand cupping your face. "Fuck- I wanted it since the first time I saw it, please..."
"Fuck, how can I say no when you ask so nicely, my love..." Something twitched in your gut as he said that. He always knows how to call you.
His face was red as he watched you tug and unbuckle his belt. His jeans dropped and you leaned in, kissing and whispering your love for him into his thighs. He braced into the wall behind him.
Your mouth trailed up the sensitive skin and reached the tent that has formed in his boxers. He sucked his breath between his teeth when you mouthed at it.
"Why so tense, Hen?" You grinned at him, fingers hooking around the elastic. "Relax, handsome. Let me do all the work."
"Love, love, I- I don't think I can when you look at me like that," his breath was already ragged, letting out a small chuckle.
"Fine, I'll look at something else." You said playfully, tugging his boxers down. And what sprung out- fuck, fuck, it was even more gorgeous up close. So hard and already dripping, because he's always ready for you.
Your hand wrapped around it, giving it a few pumps, tracing the most prominent vain with your thumb. Henry let out a strangled groan, pressing harder into the wall.
A beautiful, shuddered moan escaped his lips when you gave the tip a small lick, tasting the precum.
"Love- hurry up with what you want, because- fuck, I don't think I'll be able to last too long- ah- love-"
You stopped licking, looking up at him. "When I give you the signal," you shifted closer "you fuck my throat."
He nodded slowly with eyes clouded with lust. "Anything you want, love, anything-"
He closed his eyes and sighed your name out when you started taking his cock into your mouth.
You were out of practice, or maybe it's just his girth, because you were considering teasing him to stall. But there wasn't enough time, and you were eager to have him stretch your throat just like your lips when you already took half of him.
You stopped and muffled a pitiful moan, because you were so desperate to take him all.
You closed your eyes, breathing through your nose as you focused on pushing him deeper inside.
You almost lost your concentration when the tip rubbed at the back of your mouth, letting out a small gag that eased and disappeared the more you let him in.
You felt like you were dreaming. Maybe because of the restrained breathing, or the stretch that felt much better than you imagined, or how intoxicating his smell was, or how good he tasted, or maybe because of how gently he stroked your hair.
Your thighs pressed together, and you realised you were way beyond damp.
Fuck, you don't think you've ever gotten off sucking dick like that.
Henry was tempted to look down and see you, only to immediately look away, covering his eyes, grunting that you're so good for him.
You gripped, almost clawing his hips when you pressed further, further, until your lips touched his groin.
You shuddered. Finally.
You were slowly getting used to the feeling of him filling your throat, to the effort of your lips tightly wrapping around him, to the sweet ache of your jaw when as you did your best to hollow your cheeks.
You started backing away, until your throat wasn't blocked, only to go forward and stuff it again while sucking as hard as you could.
He let out a louder groan, shifting against the wall to keep his balance.
You found your pace, but you needed it rougher.
Your hand reached to meet his in your hair, and you pressed at it, your signal.
His eyes met yours again. He was a mess, gaze unfocused and mouth hung open, letting every small sound out.
You stared at him, still bobbing your head. You want him to fuck you face so much, and you silently convinced him to do that.
His hand settled behind your neck and his hips started moving, thrusting himself in and out your throat.
And your eyes watered, maybe from the effort and from the occasional sensation of chocking, or maybe from how carefully he held at your head, even in his desperation not daring to pull too hard at your hair.
Even though you'd let him, let him do anything and everything to you.
His voice was loud and broken, desperation dripping off his vocal cords. His cock bumped against the roof of your mouth as it moved. You pressed your tongue to it, mapping every ridge and vain.
He was quickly approaching his limit, grunts and moans getting shorter and more breathy.
"Ah- love, I- ah- ah- I'm- I'm- love- where do you- fuck-"
Not being able to form his question, he prepared to pull out. But you didn't let him, pressing yourself to his base with all your might.
Henry shuddered and whimpered your name softly as he came undone deep in your throat.
So warm...
His thumb gently wiped the trails of tears on your cheek.
You closed you eyes and hummed in satisfaction. The sensation made him shiver.
You let him drag himself out of your mouth so he won't get overstimulated.
Henry reached to wipe the thick string of saliva connecting you to his member. He gave you his hand and you grasped it, slowly getting up. Knees tired, but not aching too bad because of the carpet.
Not as aching as your heat, that left a very obvious wet spot. Almost embarrassingly large.
"Got yourself all worked up because of me?" He grinned, voice rough and dreamy.
"Only for you..." You slurred as his finger touched your mouth, tracing your swollen lips.
Henry kissed you sweetly, before whispering something incredibly filthy into your ear.
"I want you to cum on my cock. Can you do that for me, my love?"
You whined, and you would've fallen to your knees again if you weren't bracing against his shoulders.
His hands found your button and zipper as he kissed your neck. You stepped out of your jeans the moment they pooled at your ankles.
"Fuck, I need to see this." He heaved, feeling at your soaking underwear.
You jumped, letting him take you into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips and grinding down. His sounds were muffled against the skin of your neck.
He took a few large and uneven steps, eventually reaching the bedroom and falling onto the bed.
You found the hem of his sweater and pulled it up, before he reached to help you strip off your top and bra.
You leaned down for a passionate kiss, feeling him harden again beneath you.
His callous fingers trailed up and down your bare back, pressing your chest to his, deepening the kiss.
"Show me," he requested breathlessly.
You rose up to a sitting position, slowly taking your panties off. He bit his lip, seeing the string of wetness still connected to the fabric.
You sucked a breath between your teeth as you hooked your fingers around your sensitive core, revealing how wet and dripping you were for him. Your thighs were sticky too- god you were a mess because of him.
"Hen- Henry!" You almost collapsed when he pushed two thick fingers to scissor and feel you around. The digits were soaked the moment they touched you, some of your slick dripped and stained his belly.
You whined the fingers were removed as quickly as he inserted them, putting them into his mouth. He stared, blush creeping up his cheeks again.
There were so many things he wanted to do to you, yet all he could do is stare and memorise.
He grunted at the sight of your walls twitching- fuck, you were already shaking, how long were you presenting yourself to him like that-
"Take what you need, my love. Take everything."
You whimpered, moving your hips until you rubbed against something hard and dripping, earning a groan from Henry. You moaned as you slid onto him, loving the way he always stretches you no matter how many times he was inside.
Your wetness allowed you to sit and take him all in, but you were losing your patience and already raised your hips back up, only to crash all the way down.
He almost choked on his moan in surprise. He recovered by the second time, putting his hands on your hips and helping you ride him.
You braced your hands onto his chest, leaning down for a wet kiss that muffled all sorts of eager and broken sounds.
You almost screamed in pleasure when his hips bucked up in perfect timing to meet yours, burying your head into the crook of his neck and breathing heavily.
"Love- love, I- ah- I can't- are you-?"
"Yes, fuck, Hen, I'm- I'm almost- HENRY! HENRY, AH-" You cried out when his hand pushed between you to rub at your clit, eager to make you finish, coax it out of you first and it worked.
You came hard, squeezing around his cock.
Henry let out a strangled groan from the sensation and thrusted up, filling you with all he had.
You both went slack for a long moment, just trying to regain your breaths.
You eventually let out a giggle. You don't know what was even funny. Maybe you went dumb from Henry still being buried inside you, but you just couldn't stop smiling. It was infectious. He let out a chuckle, kissing your hair.
You raised your head to meet his tired and adoring eyes, to see his grin, to feel it pressed against your lips.
You then comfortably settled on him, bare and warm bodies pressed to each other, arms tangled together.
Before you passed out from exhaustion, you had half the mind to whisper in his ear, just like he did to you earlier.
"I love you," you let him know, the sweetest secret you had. You felt him soften, still becoming weak from these words.
"I love you." he smiled against your ear.
And you drifted off to sleep.