He didn’t say much after that moment. Just stared. I could f..
🕑 Added 2025-04-19 07:11:19 +0000 UTC
He didn’t say much after that moment. Just stared. I could feel the tension buzzing between us as we got dressed in silence, but his eyes never left me.“Let’s go,” I said. No explanation. No invite. Just a command.He followed.The ride back to my place was quiet—him shifting in his seat, stealing glances when he thought I wouldn’t notice. I spread my legs wide in the driver’s seat, letting the outline of what he’d been craving press against my shorts. I could see his throat bob every time we hit a red light.By the time we got to my apartment, he was practically vibrating. I left the door unlocked and walked in first, stripping my hoodie and tossing it on the couch.“You good?” I asked, already knowing the answer.He nodded, slow and breathless.I leaned back against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, body on full display. “You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you?”Henry looked like he wanted to deny it. But he couldn’t. Not with the heat in his eyes. Not with the way his breathing had changed.I reached down and adjusted myself, making sure he could see the shape he’d been obsessing over.“This is what you came for,” I said low and deep. “So don’t waste the moment.”His knees nearly gave out.And me? I just smiled. Because I knew—once he got a taste, he’d never see me the same again.He stepped forward like he couldn’t stop himself, pulled by months of obsession. I didn’t touch him. I didn’t need to. He was already unsteady, breath shaking, eyes glued to the bulge that had haunted his dreams.When our skin finally met, it was electric—chests slick, hearts racing, hands roaming. His lips brushed my neck, desperate and reverent, while I pushed him back against the wall, taking control like I always do.Clothes dropped fast. The air was thick with sweat, nerves, heat. We pressed against each other—bare, hard, grinding like animals who’d waited too long. Every motion sent a shock through both of us, the friction building until it was unbearable.I grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him closer, and hissed in his ear, “You wanted this? Then take it.”He moaned—loud, filthy, shameless.And when we finished—messy, panting, bodies trembling—it was all over our stomachs, dripping down each other’s length, hot and raw.Henry didn’t say a word after. He just looked at me like I’d ruined him… and he’d never be the same again. @henryhot20
