Cake Love: All Things Payne(17)

I wrap my lips around his tip and push down, hollowing out my cheeks for suction on the return. As my mouth moves back up his cock I can hear him groan and his finger wiggle its way into my ass. There is a slight burning but nothing painful. As he enters me Henrik uses his thumb to rub my clit, keeping me stimulated as he pushes inside.

I try my best to concentrate on his cock but once he is fully inside me he wiggles his finger a bit and the feeling is incredible. I moan over his cock and start to push back into his hand.

"I knew you would like this Sweetcakes. But you have to keep sucking me or I'm going to lose it."

I turn my gaze at him as I release his dick with a pop. His lids are drooping but his teeth are clenched.

"I...uh...I don't know if I can suck you like this. I can't concentrate."

He removes his fingers and scrambles off the bed. Henrik opens a side table drawer and fumbles around in frustration. After a minute he escapes into the bathroom. I hear running water for a minute and then he runs out with a pack of condoms in his hand. In only a moment he rips one open and rolls it over his steely cock.

"Stay on your knees; I'm going to f*ck you from behind."

His words are so simple, raw and demanding, God I love them. I can feel the bed dip as he crawls on and a moment later the enticing sensation of his tip plays with my swollen lips. It slides over my * and up to my butt and back down before driving inside.

Once Henrik is encased I sigh and he grabs my hips to hold me in place. It's overwhelming and I feel full but oh so aroused.

"Oh Morgana you are so tight, f*ck this is exquisite."

He slowly pulls out to his tip before thrusting in again at a quicker pace. I try to even up the motion by pushing back, but his hands grip my hips to stop their movement.

I swing my head around to see his eyes glued to my ass.

"Do I get a say in how I get f*cked?" My voice is rough but there is a moan at the end. His eyes flicker up to mine and a cocky grin appears.

"Of course Sweetcakes. Would you like one or two fingers up the ass while I f*ck your tight *?"

Fuck him. Fuck me. Oh God he is too good to stay mad at. I raise my hand and put one finger in the air.

"Wise choice, I don't think you are ready for two just yet."

His hand moves free of my hip to curl around my ass cheek. Slowing his pace that only recently had picked up tempo; he pulls almost completely out of me. As his finger wiggles into my ass I feel the tender ache that slowly gives way to a pulsating bliss as I start to relax my muscles. His other hand finds my clit and starts to massage. I begin to moan as the ecstasy surges deep in my core.

Henrik’s hand falls away from my clit as he picks up the pace, thrusting his cock back inside. Alternating between his cock and pushing his finger back inside me, and as he increases his pace so does the pressure of my release.

"Sweetcakes, touch your clit I know you’re close. It's hard for me to reach around you."

I extend back with one wobbly arm now holding me up, and start to pinch my clit. After a few seconds the damn breaks free and I am falling so hard and so fast. I scream Henrik's name and feel my body shake as my arm gives way and I face plant onto the bed.

A moment later Henrik's stills then slowly ungulates into me groaning out my name, "Morgana! Oh f*ck, Morgana."

Before I have time to pass out I feel him pulling out of me and grabbing my body to turn me around. He falls on top of me, catching himself before he crushes me and pushes his lips onto mine.

As if we didn't just have wild, energy draining sex his mouth attacks me. Pushing open my thighs he wraps my legs around him as we make out. My senses are just coming back to me as his tongue glides along my lips firmly trying to gain access. I whimper as his teeth nibble my lips and his fingers dig into my thighs.

After a few minutes he raises his head as his eyes gaze down at me. We are both panting and my head swirls with lust, happiness, and exhaustion.

"You did it wrong," my voice sounds weak and breathy.

Completely ignoring my comment he rolls to the side and scoots off the bed to walk into the bathroom. I hear water running and a minute later he returns with a damp cloth. Pushing my legs open he takes his time to gently clean me. After he tosses the rag to the ground, he curls himself beside me. He leans on his elbow and watches his hand fondle my tit, working to make my nipple erect (with much success).

"What do you mean I did it wrong? It seemed to me I did it quite right."

Henrik's eyebrow rises as he tears his attention away from my breast to look at me.

"We had sex and then we made out. It's usually the other way around, you kiss and then have sex." My fingers start to trace the curving lines of his arm tat, edging a long thin scar. His head dips to my neck as he nuzzles me with kisses.

I have to say I like this side of Payne. He is sweet and cuddly. Not that I don't like the raw, hot sex side of him either, but I could sometimes do without the stick up his ass side of Henrik.

"I don't kiss before sex, only after; I told you that a while ago."

I snort and start to laugh as he lifts his head to look at me with a serious expression. Yeah, I forgot about that. He doesn't want to get emotionally close to someone so he thinks if he doesn't kiss before an orgasm feelings won't get hurt when he walks away. Obviously he learned that mating ritual from the back of a bubble gum wrapper.