How I Met Henry (on hold)

Chapter 9

Stopping at the foot of my bed, I asked for clarification. "So ya wanna take me from b'hind, huh? Are ya sure?"

"Mmm, hmm..." Henry nodded. His blue eyes glittered, one corner of his mouth turning up into an adorable smirk.

"Well, c'mon and take me then," I urged. Letting go of his hand, I slid my arms around his waist and angled my face up to his for a tender kiss. "You can be rough. I like it that way from b'hind."

His hand smoothed my hair back, his eyes turning blank. Gathering me in his arms, he gently pulled me against his large frame. "Okay...what exactly do ya mean? Rough, how? I don't wanna hurt ya, Raven. I like ya."

"Henry, I like it," I said in a sultry tone, giving him another soft kiss. "Be forceful. Pull my hair, smack my ass, choke me, manhandle me, rip my clothes off, hold my head down by my hair...do whatever. I like bein' made love to like we been doin', but sometimes I need a lil more. Sometimes, I need ta be dominated."

The idea seemed to appeal to him. The shimmer in his eyes returned and glowed brighter, his smirk evolving into a full-blown smile. "Hmph...do ya know what BDSM is?"

Wiggling my eyebrows, I let out a naughty giggle. "Now yer gettin' it. Ya ain't gotta do any o' that t'day, but it's definitely an option fer future romps in the sack."

"I've always been interested in that. I've read a lot about that kinda thing. Only problem is, I ain't sure if I'd be a dom or a sub." Rolling one of his shoulders forward, he added, "Never really had a partner ta experiment with, either."

"Well, now ya got one. Who said ya had ta be either one, anyway? Ya ain't gotta be strictly dom or sub," I claimed. "We can switch. It all depends on what we want at that particular time. You'll eventually discover which role ya like better that way, too."

"Which one do you like better?" Tilting his head, Henry's eyes gleamed as he stared down at me.

"I can do both, but I'm more of a sub. I like ta be dominated. I also like ta cater. However, I can also order ya ta do what I want and make ya like it." Winking, I cruised my hands over his lower back.

He chuckled softly. "I knew ya had a kinky side. Ya said it was only fer me at the diner, but it's more than that, ain't it?"

"I meant 'bout what we did in a public place. I ain't never jerked no one's cock in a diner b'fore. You were my first. But, yeah, I got a kinky side fer the right man. I think ya might be that man."

"Hopefully, I'll be yer last," Henry murmured. Gliding his fingertips up and down my spine, he caused my body to lightly shudder.

"Wha'cha tryin' ta say, Henry?" I whispered. Bringing one of my hands up to his face, I stroked his stubble.

Gripping the back of my neck, he stared down into my dark soul with twinkly blue eyes. "Ya know I like ya. I like ya a lot. Ya make me feel funny inside. I wanna keep ya, Raven." Dropping his forehead on mine, he rubbed his nose against mine. "I think I might wanna keep ya ferever."

I blushed, my heart turning to goo in the middle of my chest. "Aww, I wanna keep ya, too."

"Good," Henry rasped. Angling his head slightly, he kissed my lips. "Yer cute when ya get all red. It turns me on."

Clamping a hand onto my ass cheek, he darted his tongue between my lips and drove his cock into my belly. Moaning lowly, I curled the tip of my tongue with his. After rumpling his curls, I lowered my hand down to his groin. As I deepened our kiss and massaged his rapidly growing hardness, he whined into my mouth. Our tongues waltzed together in a rhythmic dance, grazing together like cows lightly feasting on blades of grass. Swallowing noisily as he kissed down my jaw, I used both hands to undo his jeans.