Page 51 of True Sight (Nat. 20, #4)

“Is that so?” I sigh in between breaths, making quick work of his shirt and tossing it to the floor.

“It is so and by the feel of things”—he pauses and brings a hand to cup my erection which is now pressing into his hip—“you want me just as bad as I want you.”

“Let me show you just how much that’s true,” I growl, pulling away and biting his ear. His breath hitches in his throat and he pushes himself off of the couch.

Standing quickly, I reach for his hand and pull him flush into my body.

Our lips meet again and don’t untangle from one another as we work our way into my bedroom.

Once we reach my bed he strips my shirt off and drops it to the floor before stepping out of his shorts.

Then, he spins us around and forces me down so I’m sitting on the edge of my bed.

I smirk at the way his briefs are tented, his hard length stretching the thin fabric as he grows harder.

Bringing his hands to my knees, he spreads my legs apart and drags a hand slowly over my cock and I gasp at his touch.

Then, he turns away from me and drops his ass into my lap, moving his hips in dramatic circles, grinding against me.

He reaches behind himself to grab my hands and brings them to his cock.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” I hum into his ear as he continues his dance, pressing his ass into me even harder. I tease him by sliding my fingers under his briefs and grazing him with my fingertips.

“I’m always needy for you, love. Fucking always ,” he groans and the vibration of it drives me even crazier than the lap dance he’s giving me. I bring my hand to his throat and hold him carefully on my lap, pushing my other hand under his briefs.

“This okay?” I whisper in his ear as I dig my teeth into his throat, choking him softly.

When he nods twice, I tighten my fingers a little more.

I take my hand out from under his shorts and spit into it like I know he likes before bringing it back to his hard length.

I begin to stroke him off as I hold him by the throat, pressing kisses and small bites into his flesh.

“You,” I sigh into his neck as I play with him, “are such a little slut. The way you dance around and make sure everyone is looking at you. Such an attention-seeking whore, aren’t you?

” Unable to form words because of the pleasure I’m causing in him, he simply nods.

I pump him hard in my hand when he whimpers, the sounds of his neediness making me even harder than I was before.

He tries to bend forward when I slide my hand further towards his hole but I pull him back with my hand that’s still on his throat.

“Tell me what you need,” I demand, holding him flush against my chest.

“I need you to fuck me,” he nearly begs, dropping his head behind him.

“And what do you say?” My voice tips up as I ask because I know how much he enjoys the power play.

“ Please ,” he whimpers so quietly it’s hardly louder than a whisper.

“Good boy.”

Releasing him from his hold he presses himself up and drops his briefs to the floor as I free myself from my own.

He reaches into the drawer where I keep the condoms and lube and pulls out the necessary supplies.

He glances at me with desire in his eyes and drops his head to one side, feigning innocence.

Dropping himself onto the edge of the bed, he looks up at me before he squirts some lube into his hand.

Then, he rubs his hand along my cock, working me up and down.

I hold myself steady by bringing a hand to his shoulder and I watch as he returns the favor I’d just given him.

His hand moves in rhythmic pumps, getting me hard with each stroke.

My brain lights up with explicits I almost say about how good he’s making me feel.

When he glances up again, I nod, and he unwraps the condom and rolls it over me.

“Where do you want me?” He chews on his bottom lip as he awaits my instruction. I’ve learned over the last few weeks that Henry is a submissive bottom and gets off on being bossed around. Playing into his kink, I point to the bed.

“On your back.” A wash of pink flushes his cheeks as he follows my instructions. He sets the bottle of lube on the bedside table for me and crawls into bed, resting his head on a few of the overstuffed pillows I added to my bed after he started to stay over more often.

“Knees up,” I bark after crawling in after him and positioning myself in front of him.

Coating myself in the slippery liquid, I rest a hand on his knee and move to level myself with his hips.

His cock is standing at attention, eagerly awaiting the release I’m about to give him.

He watches me as I move closer and start to play with him.

“Please don’t make me wait,” he begs. His head presses into the pillows, crushing his eyes closed as I touch him.

“You want me to fuck you?” I growl, leaning over him and biting his earlobe. “You want me to stretch you and fill you up?”

“Yes,” he sighs. “ Please.”

The sound of his plea is all I need to hear. Pressing up, I push his knees into his chest and tease his hole with my finger. He shudders at my touch and watches as I line up my hips.

“Okay?” I ask like I do every time, wanting one final confirmation that he wants what I’m about to give him.

He nods quickly with a look of need painted across his face.

Then, slowly but smoothly, I push myself inside of him.

He moans and presses his head into the pillows as I sink myself further inside of him, inch by inch.

“You’re such a good boy, taking me so well,” I praise, pressing his knees back a little more and stretching him even further. His breath quickens and his head snaps up to watch as I sink myself deeper.

“You feel so good inside of me,” he moans. Then, he wraps his hands around his knees and pulls them even further apart. Holding them apart and giving me even easier access, I press myself all the way in. “Jesus, I love the way you fuck me.”

“Good.” I lean over and growl close to his lips, “Because I love fucking you like this.”

Over and over again I push and pull myself in and out of him, spreading him wide and making him writhe underneath me. His cheeks flush as I fill him and sweat starts to collect across my brow as I sink my hips into him.

“Harder,” he says so quietly I think it is a sigh instead of a request. “Fuck me harder,” he says again, this time more clearly than before. Giving him what he needs, I increase the forcefulness of my hips. With his legs spread, I reach to grab his cock and play with him as I fuck his ass.

“God, yes,” he groans, watching my hand as it jerks him off.

“Fuck me harder.” The neediness of his voice as he begs again sends me somewhere I’ve never been before.

Ecstasy fills my body as I pump him off and fuck him harder at his request. The tightness of his hole around me brings me closer to the edge and before long I can feel myself starting to come.

“Tell me who’s you are,” I demand, needing to hear him say it.

“I’m yours, love. I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,” he repeats over and over, the words quickly morphing into pleas as I feel him coming closer to his own finish.

Our eyes meet and for a moment we become one before we both lose it completely.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I’m overtaken and he moans so loudly I’m sure the neighbors can hear.

His release shoots all over my hand and chest as I finish inside of him.

I continue to work him until he’s shaking so hard he’s pushing my hand away out of need.

Slowly, I pull out of him and fall to his side.

After a moment to catch our breath, he presses his lips to my shoulder and I open my eyes to look at him.

His cheeks are flushed and a tired smile is etched into his face.

“I’m yours,” he says again, this time with more conviction in his voice.

“And I’m yours,” I repeat back, knowing deep in my bones how true my words are. He leans over to kiss me and when my eyes meet his again, I know it’s true.

My heart belongs to Henry and I’ve never been happier that it is.