Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Henry

I COULD HEAR the want in her voice. Inside my head, a war was raging. Part of me wanted to be tender, to be romantic and polite. But I had heard it in her voice, and in her eyes. Felicia had been with enough Mr. Nice Guys to fill her dance ticket for a while. She needed a Badass.

She wanted me to take charge, to dominate her. I wasn't sure if it was because of prior relationships that went wrong. Or maybe she was a natural submissive, I hadn't made up my mind yet.

Either way, me being a nice guy wasn't going to give either of us what we wanted. So I let part of my work personality creep in, not that it was hard after completing an assignment.

"You're being very demanding," I growled, pushing her up and off of me. The fact that my push took the robe off her shoulders and let it hang from the belt around her waist was an unexpected bonus.

Her breasts were perfect, the sort that hung round and full, slightly sl oping to mouthwatering pinkish red nipples. It took all my concentration not to just feast upon her breasts hanging there so close to my face. Instead, I tore my eyes away and grinned at her.

"If you want something, you need to use the magic word."

I scrambled back and stood up from the couch, my cock straining painfully at my jeans. Fixing a smirk on my face, I reached down and stroked her face, brushing some of her lustrous hair out of her eyes. "On your knees."

Felicia blinked once, then blushed, climbing off the couch and onto the carpet in front of me, kneeling at my feet. The tug of her knees pulled her robe the rest of the way off, revealing her entire body to me.

She was even more beautiful nude than she was in her sexy club wear, and my cock pushed at my jeans to the point I swore the zipper was going to burst. She looked up at me with her large, beautiful eyes, her face still slightly pink, and put her hands together on her lap.

"Please...."

"You want my cock?" I asked, unbuttoning my shirt with my left  hand while stroking her face with my right.

"Yes,Henry . I want your cock," Felicia said, bringing her hand up to rub the bulge in my jeans. She ran her hand all the way from my balls to the tip, her eyes growing wider with every inch she found.

"It's huge."

I shrugged. "You can handle it," I said, letting my shirt fall from my shoulders and fall to the floor. Felicia moaned softly, and started working on my belt, which she unbuckled quickly before freeing my cock.

Her soft hand wrapped around my cock, and I remembered talking about hand lotion with her in the club, causing me to smile. God bless Aveeno for sure.

Felicia smiled and ran her tongue over her lips, caught up in the moment, looking up at me as if she was waiting for permission.

I nodded, moving over and sitting on the couch, my legs spread. Felicia reached out with her tongue, licking me slowly around the head of my cock while her hand slowly pumped my shaft. I groaned softly, enjoying the wonderful tingle her tongue caused, the tip of her tongue going down to trace the veins of my cock. She was amazing, finding all of those secret little places that left me oozing precum, close to the edge.

"Stop," I commanded, barely controlling my voice.

Felicia sat back, and I regretted the strictness in my voice. She wanted me to control her, not hurt her feelings. I sat forward and pulled her up, giving her control, not hurting her feelings. I sat forward and pulled her up, giving her a tender kiss.

"I said stop because I want you to do something that no other woman has ever been able to do," I said, stretching the truth just a bit. Other women had, but never one with natural bodies.

"I want you to wrap those beautiful tits of yours around my cock until you need me inside you."

The grin that spread over her face was worth the temptation. I knew that as wonderful as she felt, any more stimulation would leave me dangerously close to coming even before she did.

Still, I couldn't help but give a small gasp when she lifted her breasts and swallowed my cock between them, almost totally disappearing between the soft mounds. Working her hands up and down, Felicia stroked my cock with her breasts, her tongue flicking out to taste my precum every time the tip emerged. It was heaven, plain and simple. Still, I kept the slightly cocky grin on my face, and hummed my pleasure.

Felicia

A PART of me thought that Henry was being playful with his arrogance as I worked and licked his cock, but I really didn't care. I wanted him, and I had to have him. His precum was salty and sweet on my lips, and I could barely contain myself as I kept working my breasts up and down.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and I looked up at him with my needy eyes. "Fuck me."

He stood up and pulled me to my feet a bit roughly, pulling me over to the edge of the couch and pushing me over the arm.

I could feel the juices dripping down the inside of my thighs, my ass and pussy exposed to him. He stood behind me, the tip of his cock barely brushing against my hamstrings, teasing me with what I needed so badly.

I sobbed in need and frustration as he dragged the thick length up my left ass cheek before letting it slide down the right, then actually taking it in his hand and slapping it up against my clit. "Go ahead and beg, Felicia . I know you want to."

Swallowing the sobs of need, I looked back over my shoulder, tears filling my eyes, and begged.

"Henry, please. Fuck me, make me yours."

Henry

MY HEART almost wavered when I saw Felicia 's eyes brimming with tears before she begged. Still, I went with my gut, and promised myself that I would give her the climax of her life after I heard her beg, as a reward and a thank you. Keeping my eyes fixed on hers, I slid my cock inside, working it in and out in slow, short thrusts.

I'd never felt a pussy like hers before. I've read about supposedly perfect pussies, I mean, I'm a guy.

I've heard them described as everything from warm apple pie to velvet gloves to slippery vacuums. I don't know what the hell a slippery vacuum is, but I can say that being inside Felicia was a paradise. The pressure of her muscles against my cock was perfect, lighting up every nerve in my body and causing my heart to literally skip a beat. "Damn," I whispered half under my breath.

"It's been a while, sorry," Felicia said in apology, not understanding my meaning. Instead of correcting her, I pulled back, pushing in again and again until I felt something that was a rarity, the trimmed hair at the base of my cock settled against her ass.

Few women could take my cock without complaint, and here I was with a beautiful, voluptuous woman bent over for me, not only not complaining, but moaning in lustful release, pushing back against me.

I started thrusting, long smooth strokes that I knew I could sustain a while. While on the outside I kept up the cocky persona, inside my mind I was feeling a tectonic shift in my heart and soul. In my line of work, it doesn't pay to get close to anyone. It's too dangerous for both of us.

You could be taken away from each other at a moment's notice. But regardless, I could feel myself shifting on the inside, wanting to please her more and more, and I knew she was working her way inside me, even if she didn't realize it. It scared me, and it thrilled me.

Felicia

THE FIRST TICKLE of Henry’s  pubic hair against me left me breathless. When he started thrusting, his thick cock pistoning in and out of me, I was left senseless, waves of bliss cascading through me. Each slap of his hips against me was a sharp reminder to breathe, or else I would have suffocated having forgotten how to.

Henry’s  cock penetrated me deeply, deeper than any man had ever done before. My fingers curled into tight balls on the sofa, my breasts pressed against the cushion, and I groaned loudly, not caring if my neighbors, a nosy old lady named Francine and a Hispanic couple, the Mendozas, heard me. "More, please. Give me more."

Give me more."

Henry responded by speeding up, his cock filling me faster and faster. I almost lost it when I felt him start to circle his hips as he thrust, his cock almost twirling inside me with every hammering penetration, touching me in different ways each time, lighting up my body. I could see stars, and was on the verge of blacking out, when a thought roared into my brain, dragging me back to consciousness.

If I was role-playing as submissive to Henry , then I couldn't come first. Not without his permission. Instead, I mustered every bit of strength I had and pushed back harder, squeezing my body around him, trying to please this sexy man who was giving me the fuck of my life. The least I could do was try and give as good as I was getting.

I don't know if what I was doing had any effect, but it sent explosions off in my body. I pushed and grunted, my sexual side consuming me as his perfect cock pounded me relentlessly, his hips punishing my ass cheeks.

My orgasm was rushing up on me, but I held on grimly, gritting my teeth to please Mark, giving him everything I had.

Still, it wasn't enough. I couldn't hold back any longer, and clamped down as hard as I could, lust and pleasure and regret choking my voice.

"Henry, I'm going to come," I gasped, "I'm....."

I was going to say I'm sorry, but my throat closed up, and my body exploded in climax. I was glad Henry had me bent over the couch, because I lowered my face to the cushions and screamed my joy and pleasure, every nerve in me feeling the pleasure of his cock.

Suddenly, I could feel him tense and his cock swell, the first hot jets of his seed filling me and satisfying me completely. Relief and accomplishment filled my heart and soul, and I knew that my initial prediction had been right, letting him in was going to change me forever.

Henry

AFTER OUR CLIMAX, I carried Felicia to her bedroom, laying her carefully on her bed. She only had a queen sized bed, a bit small for me, but I wanted to stay with her. Instead, I stood up, intending to go out to the sofa, maybe get my things and go, when her voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Henry ," she whispered, her voice close to breaking again into tears, "don't leave. Stay."

I looked over my shoulder at her, realizing my error. How many times had she been pumped and dumped, as an associate of mine tended to say? She said she was no easy lay, and I believed her, but I've known plenty of women who weren't easy, but still got walked out on as soon as the guy got his rocks off. I regret to say I've done it myself more than once.

But not with Felicia . I couldn't, not after what she did for me, did to me. Instead, I turned back to her, and knelt next to her bed.

"I'm not going anywhere," I whispered, kissing her on the forehead.

"I just want to get my cell phone, set my alarm. You've got work in the morning, remember? And I need to phone, set my alarm. You've got work in the morning, remember? And I need to get up early too."

She looked at me with those trusting dark eyes of hers and nodded. "Okay."

I walked out of the bedroom and to the living room, scooping up my clothes as I went. My jeans were in a puddle at the edge of the couch, where they had worked off my hips while Felicia was bent over the armrest.

The cell phone was in my back pocket, and I could see the flash that said I had a text message waiting for me. I hadn't felt the vibrations with Felicia 's distracting presence. I flipped it open, and nodded to myself.

Congratulations on another successful assignment, the text said. Have another ready. Will call tomorrow afternoon.

I closed the message box and turned on my alarm, setting it for five thirty. Five hours of sleep. I can operate on that, I've operated on less. Going back into the bedroom, I found Felicia already lightly snoring, her fist tucked under her chin while she lay on her side. I snuggled in behind her, and pulled her tight against me. She moaned incoherently, and laid her hand on my arm. "Good night," I whispered into her hair, giving it a kiss. "Sweet dreams."