Page 47 of Stronger Than Fate
We both seemed to have run out of air when we separated. He looked at me, took my hand, and led me to the living room sofa. He sat down first and made me sit straddling him, facing him with one leg on each side of his body. I was wearing a black pencil skirt with a white blouse. He began to lift my skirt while caressing my legs wrapped in fine silk stockings with lace garters. When he reached the lace area, he threw his head back and moaned.
"Damn! These stockings drive me crazy," he whispered.
He began unbuttoning my blouse and kissing my neck while I also unbuttoned his shirt.
"You smell so delicious," he said, and took possession of my mouth again.
I held him by his hair and returned the kiss, matching his passion. When he pulled away, he leaned back against the sofa and looked at me seriously.
"What are you doing to me?" he asked.
"Probably the same thing you're doing to me."
He took my face in his hands and kissed me again. Just as his hands descended to my underwear, the doorbell rang.
"For the love of God!" he exclaimed, releasing my lips and resting his head on the back of the sofa.
"You said they were quick delivering food and you weren't wrong," I said, smiling and standing up.
"Evidently I didn't think that through," he said, smiling, "but this is just beginning, beautiful."
He got up, buttoned his shirt, and headed for the door. I stayed behind, adjusting my clothes and watching him walk. His gait was elegant and confident, not seeming like someone who had completely lost control just moments before.
We sat at the kitchen counter and ate calmly while he asked me to tell him what the doctor had said and how the chosen contraceptive method worked.
"Dessert?" he asked, with a mischievous smile that indicated he wasn't thinking of that word in a literal sense.
"Dinner was delicious, but I'm already full, so I'll pass on dessert, thanks."
"I wouldn't dream of skipping dessert. In fact, I've been looking forward to that part," he assured me, leaving his chair and slowly approaching me.
"What's for dessert?" I asked, trying not to smile and avoiding showing that I understood his innuendo.
"Mine is right in front of me," he maintained.
When he reached my side, he turned my stool and positioned himself between my legs. Without taking his eyes off mine, he lowered to my lips and kissed me slowly and seductively.
"This is the most delicious delicacy I've ever tasted," he whispered against my lips.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to take the initiative and kiss him passionately, in a fiery contest. Without stopping kissing me, he lifted me up, made me wrap my legs around his waist, and carried me to his bedroom. When we arrived, he set me down carefully on the floor and continued kissing me while beginning again the task of removing my clothes. Without hesitation, I also unbuttoned each of the buttons on his shirt, and when it left his body, my hands caressed his bare back and his defined abs. Henry was panting and breathing raggedly, and every so often, he would come close to my ear to whisper how much he desired me.
"I'm going to leave these stockings on that drive me crazy," he said, and made me move backward until I was lying on the bed.
Without taking his eyes off mine, he finished undressing. When he was completely naked, he crawled up my body until he was on top of me with his face looking at me seriously.
“I desire you so much that... I can't explain it with words, but I'm completely defenseless before you,” he said, and descended to my lips to take possession of them and completely subjugate me to him.
He continued moving his lips down my body, lingering on my breasts to the point of bringing me to the edge of desperation. He kept descending across my stomach, my navel and even lower, until he made me writhe with pleasure. I kept my hands in his hair, caressing and tugging at it uncontrollably. When my body couldn't take anymore, my pleas sounded desperate.
“Please, Henry, please.”
He positioned himself between my legs, inhaled sharply through clenched teeth and, without taking his eyes off me, began to sink into me until our hips made contact. He began to slide in and out while his moans intensified. Unable to control myself, I closed my eyes and arched my back.
“Look at me, I want to see the expression on your face when you come,” he asked, while also driving me crazy with his hand in a delicious way.
“Oh, God,” I gasped, on the verge of reaching ecstasy.
I brought my hands to his neck and pulled him in to kiss him passionately.
