Page 41 of The Black Wife Blessing

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HENRY

I'm holding Monica close, her body pressed against mine on the couch. The warmth of her breath on my neck, the softness of her in my arms—it's intoxicating. She pulls back slightly, her eyes meeting mine, and something shifts. It's like a spark ignites, and I can't hold back any longer.

I lean in, capturing her lips with a hunger that surprises even me. She responds, her mouth opening to mine, inviting me in. Our kiss deepens, becoming more passionate, more urgent. My hands, which had been gently holding her, now grasp at her with a newfound desperation.

Her body arches against mine as I tug at her clothes, needing to feel more of her. The fabric of her shirt is soft, but it's a barrier I no longer want between us. She gasps into my mouth as I pull at the hem, my knuckles brushing against the smooth skin of her waist.

"Henry," she murmurs, her voice a husky whisper that sends a shiver down my spine. It's not a protest, but an encouragement. She wants this as much as I do.

I trail kisses down her neck, her collarbone, every inch of her skin setting me on fire. Her hands are in my hair, grippingtightly, pulling me closer. I can feel her heart pounding against her chest, matching the rhythm of my own.

Every tug at her clothes reveals more of her, driving me crazy with desire. I want to touch her, to feel her, to claim her. The room fades away until it's just the two of us, lost in this moment, lost in each other.

Her breath hitches as my fingers trace the line of her waistband, dipping slightly beneath the fabric. She shivers, her eyes never leaving mine. It's a dance, a give and take, a question and an answer. And every response from her tells me she's right there with me, feeling this too.

I tug at Monica's jeans, her hips lifting to help me slide them down her legs. Her eyes, dark and hungry, never leave mine. The room is filled with the soft sound of our ragged breaths, the rustle of fabric as it hits the floor. She lies back, propped up on her elbows, watching me with an intensity that makes my heart pound.

I trail my fingers up her calves, her thighs, her skin soft and warm. Her muscles quiver under my touch, her breath hitching as I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties. I pause, my eyes flicking up to hers, a silent question. She nods, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

I slide her panties down, revealing her completely. She's stunning, laid out before me like a feast. I lower myself between her legs, my hands gripping her thighs, spreading her open for me. I can see her desire, glistening and inviting. I lean in, inhaling her scent, a musky sweetness that makes my mouth water.

"You're so beautiful," I whisper.

I start slow, a soft kiss on her inner thigh, then another, higher this time. Her body tenses, anticipating. I can feel her heat, see her need. I trail kisses up her thigh, my stubblescraping against her soft skin, making her squirm. I love seeing her like this, writhing and desperate for me.

When I finally taste her, she gasps, her hands fisting the couch cushions. I groan against her, her taste exploding in my mouth, sweet and tangy. I explore her with my tongue, long licks that make her hips buck. I find her clit, swollen and sensitive, and circle it, teasing her.

Her moans fill the room, driving me wild. I slide a finger into her, then another, her body clenching around me. She's so tight, so wet. I crook my fingers, finding that spot that makes her cry out. I suck her clit into my mouth, my fingers pumping in and out of her, my other hand gripping her hip, holding her steady.

Her body tenses, her breath coming in short gasps. She's close, I can feel it. I double down, my fingers moving faster, my tongue circling her clit. Her hands find my hair, gripping tightly, pulling me closer. Her hips grind against my mouth, her body seeking release.

"Henry, please," she moans, her voice husky and desperate. Hearing my name on her lips, like a secret, a plea, it's the sexiest thing I've ever heard. I growl against her, the vibrations making her gasp. I want to make her come, to feel her shatter in my arms, to know that I'm the one giving her this pleasure. "Please keep going."

Monica's breath hitches, her body tensing as I swirl my tongue around her clit, my fingers pumping in and out of her. She's close, so fucking close. I can feel it in the way her muscles clench around me, in the desperate grip of her hands in my hair. I double down, sucking her clit into my mouth, my fingers curling inside her, pressing against that spot that drives her wild.

Her orgasm hits her hard. She cries out, her body convulsing, her hips bucking against my mouth. I ride it out with her, my tongue softening, my fingers slowing, drawing out every lastwave of her pleasure. Her taste floods my mouth and I lap it up, greedy for every last drop.

I pull back, my breath ragged, my cock rock hard and aching. Monica's sprawled out before me, her body limp, her chest heaving. Her eyes are glazed, sated, but when they meet mine, there's a spark, a hunger that matches my own.

I stand, my hands going to my belt. I unbuckle it, the clink of the metal filling the room. Her eyes follow my movements, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Fuck, she's gorgeous. I pop the button on my pants, slide down the zipper, my cock straining against my boxers. I push them down, my cock springing free, thick and heavy.

Her eyes widen, her breath hitching. Yeah, she wants this. She wants me. I lean down, my hands on either side of her, caging her in. Our eyes lock, a silent conversation passing between us. Then, she reaches up, her hand wrapping around my cock, and fuck, it feels so good.

I capture her mouth in a fierce kiss, my body pressing against hers. She guides me to her entrance, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me in. I slide into her, a long, slow thrust that has us both moaning. She's so fucking tight, so wet. I can feel her muscles clenching around me, drawing me in deeper.

I start to move, my hips pistoning, my cock driving in and out of her. Our breaths mingle, our moans filling the room. Her nails dig into my back, her heels pressing into my ass, urging me on. I give her what she wants, what we both want, fucking her hard and deep.

The couch creaks beneath us, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Her body moves with mine, meeting each thrust, our rhythm perfect, our connection intense. I can feel every inch of her, every ripple of her muscles, every hitch of her breath. It's intoxicating, addictive. I can't get enough.

I slide my hands under her ass, tilting her hips, changing the angle. She gasps, her eyes flying open, meeting mine. There it is, that spark, that hunger. I hit that spot, over and over, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. She's close again, so close.

I lean down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. Our tongues tangle, our breaths mingle, our moans echoing in the room. I can feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening around me, her body tensing. I want to feel her come, to feel her shatter around me. I want to?—

"Fuck!" I yell out, coming hard as her pussy clenches around me just right.

I collapse on Monica, my body slick with sweat, my breath ragged. Her heart races against mine, our chests heaving in sync. She wraps her arms around me, holding me close, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.

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