I wrapped my arms around his slim waist, and rested my head against his neck. "I really enjoyed that, but I wasn't meaning for it to happen." I said softly, hoping he didn't think I was some floozy out here sucking off any guy I meet. I felt him pull away, and when I looked at his face, his expression was carefully guarded.
"Do you regret it?" he asked, slowly.
I shook my head, "No! No, I loved it. That was probably the hottest thing I've ever experienced. But I hope you know that it's not something I just do, I don't just go around-"
"Neither do I." he stopped me. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever done. You are so sexy, I was looking down at you and couldn't believe it was happening. I still can't believe you are in my arms right now." he shook his head, and looked as if in a daze.
I sank back into his embrace, one of his hands cupping the back of my head and stroking my hair, the other wrapped around my waist. There it was again, that safe comforting feeling of being protected and truly cared for. It was so odd, that we knew each other so well, and not at all at the same time. I felt my mind quiet, and let out a deep sigh.
"Are you alright?" he asked, kissing the top of my head.
"I can't explain it, but it's like all of my worries just disappear when I'm in your arms. It's the strangest feeling, but it feels..."
"Like we fit?" he finished for me. I felt him nod against my temple. "I feel it too. My mind just shuts off when you're in my arms. I feel at peace."
"Exactly. That's exactly it. But there's that fire, too. Like when we locked eyes..."
"I couldn't look away. You've always been beautiful to me, but you really take my breath away now." He said, leaning back to take me in.
His eyes were such a piercing blue, they almost glowed. I've always loved his eyes, but it's the crinkles around them that I adored. When he smiled, two gorgeous dimples appeared in his cheeks and were even visible through that thick beard. He really was beautiful. Between that timeless face and his chest, he reminded me of a statue of Hephaestus I saw at an art museum years ago.
"You're beautiful too, Henry." I said softly, really taking in his features. Suddenly that fire was there again, i felt his hands slide up the curve of my back, and felt his hips press against mine. "I'd love to see all of you," I confessed aloud.
His eyebrows raised, and he put his hands back at my waist. "I want that, too." he finally said. "But we need to figure this out, I can't just... I'm not that kind of man. Even though, we just..."
I nodded in understanding. "I agree. And if this is... something. I don't want our first time to be here, in the woods. Sneaking around."
He pulled me to him but didn't say anything. He just held me, stroking my back, my hair, and kissing my temple. Several minutes passed, when I felt him release me and begin pulling me off to the side towards a fallen tree.
"What...?" I began, but he turned me and hooked his thumbs into the edges of my leggings, and slid them down to my calves, kneeling before me. I sat down carefully on the log, which thankfully had a layer of moss on it, and it felt really nice against my bare skin. My eyes were wide as I took in the sight of this stoic masculine man kneeling between my knees. "Henry, you don't have to-"
"I want to." he said firmly, his eyes piercing mine. "It's only fair, and I want to taste you." he said. He gently pushed my thighs wider to give him full access to my soaked pussy. Before I could say anything, the pad of his thumb brushed over my clit, sending an electric shock to my whole system. My back arched, which pressed my pussy harder against his hand, and an actual whimper escaped my lips. "So beautiful..." he whispered, almost to himself.
He brushed his thumb in agonizingly slow circles over my clit, and i squirmed under his touch. I wanted more, needed so much more. I was about to beg, when he finally pressed a thick finger to my entrance, slowly pushing into me. I moaned, and his eyes locked onto mine as he spread me with that one finger, pushing it in to the last knuckle.
He began pumping it in and out, my dripping wet pussy making an absurd amount of noise in the silent woods. He slowed, and I felt another finger join the first, stretching me, filling me. He bent his head forward, and flicked his tongue out at my clit. It felt so damn good, I reached up and cupped the back of his smooth head to pull him closer. He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating my entire abdomen and making my toes curl. He sucked my entire clit into his mouth then, gently lapping at it with the tip of his tongue.
"I- Oh god..." I moaned, clutching the moss beneath, my head rolling back as he fucked me with his fingers, and drove me wild with his tongue. He withdrew suddenly, and I looked back at him, panting and eyes wild and questioning.
His face was serious as he said, "You're going to look at me when you come, sweet girl." and slid those two fingers back in, curling them as he went, hitting that sensitive spot inside me.
