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Victoria
Positioned on her knees, Victoria stared, mesmerized by Henry’s virility. Her gaze raked over him, appreciatively taking in each masculine inch. From the toes of his feet, up to the length of his sculpted calves, and onto his thick, sturdy thighs, he was a vision of masculine perfection. Long and thick, his cock hung along his inner thigh. The sheer beauty of it taunted her with a temptation to once again draw him into her mouth. Victoria salivated. The essence of him still coated her tongue, and yet, like a glutton, she wanted to taste more. Victoria sucked in a breath, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.
Clothed only in his black dress shirt, Henry loomed proudly above her as Victoria’s exploration moved up his well-built torso. She rose to her feet and shoved her hands under the expensive fabric, luxuriating in the feel of his firm abs that lay beneath. Smoothing her palms over his broad chest, she pushed the material from his shoulders.
Intense sapphire eyes bore down on her. Lips curving up in satisfaction, she delighted in his lustful gaze. “I like you naked,” she said.
Suddenly, Henry bent down, surprising her as he placed an arm beneath her knees and another behind her back to hoist her from the floor. Cradled in his arms, he carried her down the hall. Forcing the bedroom door open with his foot, he moved into the center of the room and carefully lowered her to the floor. “Turn around,” he demanded. “It’s time to get you out of that dress.”
Obediently, Victoria turned. Her back toward Henry, her eyes darted around the room, taking in its contemporary style as his fingers probed beneath the fabric of her dress. She giggled, his fingers tickling her as they met with the top of her zipper. He pulled it down, a shrill hissing sound cutting through the room, signaling its release. A shiver shot through her as the dress fell open, the soft fabric gliding over the curve of her back, across her buttocks, and down her legs to land in a heap onto the floor.
“Look at me,” Henry commanded.
Slowly Victoria turned, clad only in a lilac lace thong and her gold stilettos.
“Much better,” Henry said, stepping toward her. Cupping her chin between his thumb and forefinger he gently applied pressure, pulling her mouth toward his. Lightly, his lips brushed against hers, his tongue darting out to trace her upper lip. She whimpered, her nipples hardening as he drew her closer.
His hand moved to the base of Victoria’s neck, using his fingertips to knead at the flesh at the edge of her hairline. A small click resounded as he unsnapped her rhinestone clip, her neat French twist collapsing heavily onto her shoulders. Henry’s fingers forked through her thick hair, massaging her scalp and mussing the unmanageable ringlets across her shoulders. “You remind me of Goldilocks,” he said, plying a stray curl between his finger. “I’m eager to uncover what makes you feel just right.”
Goosebumps rose over her flesh as his mouth dipped to hers. His arms tightened around her, pulling her snuggly to him. He licked the seam of her lips, urging them to open, and delved his tongue into her mouth.
She gasped as Henry lifted her from the floor and gently tossed her onto the silken sheets. Heart pounding, she stared dazedly as he crawled across the mattress toward her, the bed squeaking beneath his weight. Bracing an elbow next to each side of her head, his eyes searched her face. Carnal need filled his expression as he asked, “Do you want me as much as I want you?”
Victoria smoothed her hands over his biceps, revealing the sheer strength of him. “I want you,” she said. “Now, kiss me.”
His mouth slammed down against hers. Victoria wrapped her legs around his waist, her ankles clamping together behind his back.
He chuckled. “Are you in a hurry?” Henry breathed against her lips.
“No.” Victoria flushed and peeked up through her semi-closed eyelids. “I thought you were ready,” she said softly.
“My cock is swollen, aching for you,” he assured her. As if to prove his point, he positioned himself between her slick folds, rubbing his cock against her clit.
A jolt of electricity shot through her. She moaned and lifted her hips, eagerly rubbing her sex against his groin.
“Patience, Goldilocks,” he teased. Leisurely, his lips moved from her mouth, traveling over the length of her neck, while his hands kneaded her breasts. “Beautiful,” he whispered as if in awe. Then he lowered his mouth to her tit.
Victoria wriggled beneath him, her hand clasped behind his neck, forcing him closer.
“You like that,” he said, sucking and biting its puckered tip.
“Yes,” she cried.
Lapping and nipping at her flesh, he ventured lower, his lips painting kisses over her stomach. Instinctively, Victoria slid her hand across her belly to shield its small swell from his vision.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Henry reprimanded, lacing his fingers between hers. He forced her hand away from her stomach and secured it against her side. Abruptly, he rose to brace his weight onto his elbows. His intense blue eyes bore into hers. “Why do you want to deny me the pleasure of looking at you?”
“Because I need to lose weight,” Victoria blurted.
Henry released a disgusted grunt. “That’s bullshit.” His fingers raked through a few strands of untamed, dark hairs, pushing them from his forehead.
Oh God, Victoria thought. Now wasn’t the time to point out her insecurities.
“I’ll have you know it’s a turn-on to make love to a real woman. God knows visions of your naked, sexy curves have kept me up at night.”
Her eyes widened. “Really?”
“I’ll have you know my fucking wrist has been killing me for days now. It’s surprising my dick isn’t raw. After all, I’ve been as horny as a fucking teenager.”
“Oh,” Victoria said and placed her palm over her mouth, the corners of her lips curving into a slight smile. He looked adorable with his hair mussed and his expression serious.
His voice lowered. “I’ve dreamed of you soft and wet in my bed since I first saw you.”
Her breath hitched as he shifted his body between her legs. “Hmm,” Victoria moaned as his engorged cock pulsed against her sex.
His blue eyes darkened as he lowered his head. Unhurried, Henry brushed his lips over hers while his hand moved between her thighs to cup her mound, his middle finger straying to her slick folds. As his lips moved lower to rain kisses along her stomach, he used his broad shoulder to nudge her legs apart. Settling his torso between her thighs, he circled her clit with his thumb while one finger slid between her pussy lips to glide into her sex.
Victoria gasped, her back arching off the bed.
“Do you taste as sweet as you look?” Not waiting for an answer, his tongue flicked out against her swollen clit.
Tingles surged through her body. “Oh, God,” she moaned, fisting her palms against the comforter.
His sapphire eyes peered up at her from between her thighs, his lips curving devilishly. Sly, knowing, and naughty to the core, his smile reminded her of the Cheshire cat. His fingers splayed through the golden triangle of curls above the apex of her thighs. “Feels good?” he asked, rolling his thumb over her tight bud.
“Yes,” Victoria groaned.
“And this?” A second finger thrust into her, pulling out slowly and then twisting back in.
“Oh...God...yes,” she moaned.
Henry clasped his hands around her ass and raised her securely to his mouth. “I’m ravenous,” he said before sucking at her swollen folds. Greedily, he feasted on her pussy, his tongue lapping at her thick juices.
Victoria’s head tossed back and forth across the pillow. High-pitched wails emitted deep from within her throat. “I can’t take any more,” she cried, bucking furiously against the two fingers that pumped in and out of her sex, finger-fucking her mercilessly.
“Please,” she pleaded, “fuck me. I need to feel you inside me.”
“Not yet,” Henry said, denying her as a third finger strayed to her ass. A tremor rocked through her as Henry applied gentle pressure to the pucker of her virgin hole.
Legs shaking, Victoria’s body quaked uncontrollably. A kaleidoscope of color burst within her as she shattered into a million pieces, her body climaxing violently.
Sated, she lay still as Henry braced each of his arms above her. “You’re a fucking goddess,” he rasped, his lips glistening with evidence of her arousal. “Don’t move,” he ordered as if she had the strength to get up.
Victoria’s watched as he moved to the bedside table and removed a condom from the drawer. Returning to the bed, he stood above her, his eyes raking over Victoria’s naked body. He ripped the condom wrapper open with his teeth and rolled it over his throbbing cock.
She reached up and cupped his face, drawing his mouth to hers as he straddled her. Their tongues flicked out, wrestling with urgent need.
Guiding his cock to her sex, Henry throbbed against her. Her pussy was swollen and wet with need for him. Henry maneuvered his cock up and down Victoria’s pussy lips, making himself slick with her wetness. He clenched his teeth and thrust into her, burying himself deep to fill her to the hilt. Stilling momentarily, he allowed her to adjust to his size before lazily beginning to grind his hips.
“So. Fucking. Tight,” he said through gritted teeth. His fingers clenched around each of her ass cheeks, pulling her sex tighter to his as he began to thrust harder.
“Oh, God,” Victoria cried out, her hips bucking in response. The sound of her own juices sloshing against his cock nearly sent her over the edge as she demanded, “Fuck me hard.”
Henry shoved deeper into her, pounding his cock in and out as Victoria cried out. Her body erupted into a series of spasms as she collapsed beneath him. Thrusting one last time, Henry grew rigid as he released a deep groan and shuddered his release.
Their breaths panting to an intimate tango, Henry moved to his side, pulling Victoria with him.
Victoria closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. The scent of sex wafted through the air around them. Wrapped in the warm cocoon of Henry’s embrace she tried to relax. Intimacy, such as this, was foreign to her. David’s reluctance to cuddle with her directly after they’d made love had always troubled her, leaving her feeling dirty and used. But Henry seemed content to snuggle with her. Why? Tonight was supposed to be purely physical. Nothing more.
Through dark lashes, she peered up, noting the sheen of sweat that coated his flesh. Looking content, he lay with his eyes closed, his chest rising up and down as he regained his breath. Henry didn’t look put out at all. In fact, he looked content. Holy shit! Henrique Santana looked at ease, comfortable with her in his arms. No...No...No! This was wrong. “Don’t you want to take a shower?” Victoria blurted awkwardly.
Henry rolled his neck toward her, his lips brushing a kiss on her temple. His cheek rested against the top of her head. “Not yet,” he breathed into her hair. “I’ve got to catch my breath; you wore me out.” His arm tightened around her waist. “Besides, I like the way you feel in my arms.”
A few moments passed as Victoria listened to the rhythmic beat of Henry’s heart. She counted to ten, willing herself to ignore her discomfort, but the walls felt as if they were caving in on her. She couldn’t breathe. Trapped within Henry’s strong embrace, Victoria felt helpless as if he were cutting off her windpipe to strangle her. She wiggled out from the beneath his arms and into a seated position. Free from his confines, she gulped for air.
Henry raised his body into a reclining position, his weight resting on his elbows. His brow was furrowed, his expression perplexed. “What’s upset you?” he asked, placing his hand on her shoulder.
Victoria flung her body from the bed, nearly falling as she skidded on a heap of their clothing. She dropped to her knees and shuffled frantically through the pile that lay on the floor. “Where are they?” she sputtered, overcome with desperation to find her panties. There was no time for this. She had to get out of there. Unsuccessful, she abandoned her hunt and snatched up her dress, wobbling as her bare foot stepped on its hem. Hastily, she donned her clothing.
Worry lines etched Henry’s forehead. “Victoria?” he questioned and tore the sheet from his lap. He jolted off the bed and stalked toward her. Capturing her arm, he turned her to face him. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he demanded sternly.
Panic-stricken, Victoria shook her head. “Nothing. Let me go.”
Henry’s jaw clenched, his grip tightening around her wrist. “No way. You owe me an explanation.”
“I owe you nothing,” she spat, struggling to free herself from his clutches.
“Don’t you dare deny it,” he said through clenched teeth. “The sex was out of this world. There’s something between us, Victoria. Something bigger than each of us can control.”
The blood drained from her face. “What have I done?” Victoria cried out, her voice reminiscent of a wounded animal, and then bolted from the room.