His lips brush mine so I part for him with a sigh. It's tormenting when he moves past my mouth to my neck, nipping at my skin. My fingers claw at his shirt trying to undo his buttons. Henrik turns the nibble into a laugh as he patiently lets me fumble through this.
He sits up on his haunches and peels away his top. Oh Gods of THE and all things THE, the man is gorgeous. The light from the ceiling reflects off the curves of his defined muscles and brings to life the dark ink that swirls his skin. I never would have imagined Henrik Payne to be covered in tattoos. I reach out and trace the black, slightly faded marks on his torso and notice a rough texture. There seems to be a scar covered by the ink but before I have time to investigate this further he grabs my wrist and pulls me up so I am sitting on my knees facing him.
"Undress for me, Morgana."
I get off the bed and stand facing him as I peel away the green dress. Just as I am about to unclasp my bra I hear Henrik, "No. Just push back the cups and then hand me your panties."
I do as he requests letting my breasts spill over and then bend down to remove my panties. Crawling back onto the bed Henrik greedily takes my panties and shoves them in his pocket.
"How about you stand and take off your pants and hand me your underwear, Henrik."
That makes him smile and he shakes his head at me.
"No. And because you have such a little smart mouth, I want you to bend over with your ass in the air and your face on your pillow. I'm going to watch you shatter."
If I wasn't wet before I am drenched now. Immediately I obey wondering what he has planned. I can hear him groan as his breath falls on my thighs causing my sex to clench. Henrik's lips flutter up my thigh to my ass cheek before digging his teeth into me. I yelp from the surprise.
"I have been waiting a long time to dig my teeth into that ass," He murmurs, more to himself than to me.
After a few more nips which causes me to moan in pleasure, his tongue finds my soaked core. When his tongue isn't inside me his fingers take its place. As he feeds on me it all becomes too much and I push back into him, grunting.
Henrik's tongue moves down to my clit, circling it and then lightly sucking.
"Oh, God. Oh, Henrik!"
Damn, this man knows what to do! I am already so close to the edge. It only takes a few more kisses and strokes for me to hurtle into an orgasm. My body shutters and my fingers curl into the bedspread trying to hold on to this bliss that is rocking through me.
When I open my eyes I realize I am on my side and Henrik is on his knees rolling a condom on his dick. I glance at his cock as I almost forgot how big he is.
I can hear my vagina screaming, part fear and part excitement.
"That thing can't kill us can it, Morgana?" My Vagina wonders.
"No Vag, but batten down the hatches we got a storm a-brewing!" She salutes me and then starts to get ready for the attack.
Henrik pushes the tip to my entrance and props himself up with one arm, pinning me on my side. Just as he is about to thrust into me Henrik looks up into my eyes. It's just a moment but there is something there, a sort of longing I have never seen from him. I start to reach for his cheek to soothe him but then his cock impales me causing me to drop my arm, my eyelids and arch into the burst of sensation.
His movement stops and I look up to find out what is wrong. Henrik's eyes are closed and his jaw tight.
"Henrik, why have you stopped?"
He opens his eyes and his pupils dilate so almost no blue remain.
"I ... I ... oh God, Morgana, I can't hold back. Are you okay?"
I scrunch my brow and give a little laugh.
"For God's sake, yes, Henrik. You didn't break me."
"Okay Ms. Smart-Mouth, I think it's high time you receive your punishment."
His hand skims down my chest finding a pebbled nipple. As his fingers clamp down and give a slight pinch Henrik starts a slow rhythm. There is almost nothing to it. The thrusts have just enough friction to cause a very low sensual burn, but not even enough to cause me to moan. For a moment I wonder if he is just really bad in bed, but then I remember the conference table. Perhaps he has a temperature and is just off his game.
I try to help him along and undulate into him, but he places his other hand on my hip so he is using me to prop himself up. His weight locks my hips in place against the bed. I give him a look that conveys what-the-fuck to him and he just smirks at me.
"Paybacks a bitch, Morgana."
That's when I notice the little spark he started with this languid pace is growing. I can feel the heat begin to pool at my core. His fingers on my nipples adds to the low throb. My hand meanders down my stomach toward my clit, when Henrik's hand leaves my nipple to seize my wrist.
"Oh no, Morgana, I want you to take your punishment."