A Millionaire, His Suit, And Poor Me
A Millionaire, His Suit And Poor Me Chapter 36

Henris's eyes opened suddenly, as if he didn't expect me to say yes. I didn't expect it either, but to be honest with myself, I didn't have a filter at my mouth. And it didn't help that he was strangely jealous and sexy. It didn't help either that I was hopelessly in love with him. In any case, he was absolutely irresistible; he was on me with a light in his eyes that emanated from domination, and that was exactly what I wanted. I was too clumsy to be in control, so when he lowered his head to let his mouth meet mine, I happily accepted. Slowly, he moved away from the wall and began to approach the bed, until the back of my knees touched the mattress and I fell on it, causing Henris to fall on me, given the grip I had on his loaned shirt.

"Patience, Noras." He teased me from above. The dark look disappeared from her eyes and was replaced by l**t and an aura of youth. Given the inadequacy of my social skills, I did the only thing my mind could do at that moment and raised my mouth, meeting hers to avoid any kind of conversation.

The sweet kiss quickly turned into a desperate kiss: he bit my lower lip violently before sliding his tongue into my mouth. His weight fell largely on me as he changed his support arms and, instead, intertwined his fingers in my thick locks.

I could kiss Henris all day. He was violent and passionate, and the slight mark of a beard that had grown because he hadn't shaved in a few days didn't look like him. He was more aggressive than anyone I had kissed, and he was much better. "I've wanted to do this for a long time." He whispered, removing his lips from mine and leaving a trace of kisses along my cheek, up to my ear, then down my neck. He bit lightly once, enough that I wanted his touch even more. "It was killing me, Noras. And don't apologize for wanting to wait."

My instincts took over; my fingers found themselves in his tousled curls, which caused a slight groan in him, enough for me to let out a groan in turn. Part of me wanted to be on him, to give him pleasure until he was exhausted, but another part wanted him to do exactly the same with me.

I tugged on his hair a little while he sucked on my earlobe, then I went down a little to leave another mark. There was something about the way he was at that moment, with his head pressed into the curve of my neck and his fingers pressed to my hips, that made me see another side of him.

I wanted to tangle my fingers in his hair and explore each of his tattoos with my tongue, but that thought was forgotten when he passed one of his hands under my shirt, lifting it up and revealing my pale abdomen.

"Put your arms up, baby." He ordered. Obeying without thinking, I raised my arms above my head and let her take off the thick sweater before throwing it uninterestedly to the side, then putting our lips back in contact.

He put his arms around my waist and spun us around without warning, so that I was astride him, one leg on each side of his pelvis, causing another moan to escape from his lips already reddened by sin. The fact that I could have such an effect on the man under me made me move my pelvis against his again.

Through the three layers of light that separated us, I could feel his erection squeezed between the limits of those damn Calvin Klein underpants. The second barrier was the light sweatpants I was wearing and the third, my cotton underwear. Too many barriers, I thought.

And Henris must have been thinking the same thing, because he slipped two fingers under the elastic band of his gray pants and helped me out, throwing it aside with his sweater. I pouted, jokingly passing a hand over his dressed torso. "You," I scoffed. "you have too many clothes on you, Henris Steve."

He gave me a smirk and I watched with fascination as he pulled his arms away from my waist and took off his Rolling Stones T-shirt, revealing his tattooed chest that was just begging to be licked.

He raised an eyebrow, confident. "Sorry to disappoint you."

"Always so modest, Henris."

Then we were again drawn into the combination of gasping breaths between kisses, wandering hands and anxious grasping of superfluous clothes. Before I understood what was happening, my bra was on the floor and I was on top of him.

He clings to his arms, planted on the mattress, his gaze focused and his teeth clenched. His eyes looked at me without restraint, lingering for a moment too long on the mark on my neck, then on my small chest, and finally on the place where the bones of my pelvis protruded just from the hem of my underpants.

"You're damn sexy." Henris whispered before letting himself fall back on the mattress, placing his hands on my hips. I was breathing harder and harder as they started to walk around, in the valley between my breasts, before sliding down and caressing me with his rough hands.

A deep moan escaped my lips as she began to move under me, now with only two layers between us. Her bare skin was perfect against mine as I traced my painted nails on her tattooed pussies.

"I like that."I whispered. "I think these are my favorites."

My hands slid over the muscles of his defined chest, I left them for a few more seconds on the birdies to prove my point before moving on to the smooth lines of his abdomen, and between the trace of hair on his boxer shorts, in which his erection was already tight. I held my breath, trying to maintain the confidence given by the way he was looking at me, and I ran my hands under the hem before carefully sliding my underpants on. Under his gaze, I felt sexy, but at the same time as if I could fuck myself at any time. He sighed when I finally managed to free him from the confines of the fabric, making him fall on his pale thighs and his cagney knees before throwing him to the side, the pile of clothes increasing rapidly. Henris straightened up and watched me return to his level. Looking down at Henris was not something I often did, so I carefully took those moments when I stared at him before approaching his mouth; his thin and pale legs, his member against his well sculpted abdomen, his chest covered with a light layer of sweat. Resuming the position astride him, my breathing quickly became labored due to the many times his erection came into contact with my thighs, then against the thin layer of clothing that still separated us so mischievously.

Her eyes were as dark and her cheeks as red as our lips, which met for the hundredth time that day. With an expert and quick gesture, Henris turned us around again, bringing our naked breasts and all the other parts of our naked bodies closer together. "Noras." She sighed, gave me a quick kiss on the lips before going down on my chest. As she sucked on every inch of exposed skin her mouth could reach, her hands took the hem of my briefs and pulled gently on my hips.

I lifted them obediently and watched him look at me as he slid the last layer of clothes along my pale legs and over my ankles, then he threw them to the side with a mischievous smile that could only mean one thing. My thoughts were confirmed when he started with the tips of my fingers, leaving light kisses for my foot until it reached my ankles. He kissed each of my knees, then continued to my thighs.

At that moment, I was in pain under his touch, he continued to nibble and suck on the inside of my thigh. When he reached his orgasm, he ran his tongue over his lower lip before looking at me with a worried look.

"Are you all right?" Henris whispered, and because of the way his hot breath hit the exact place where I was in the most pain, I could only nod weakly and I saw his eyebrows furrow in confusion. He moved up along my abdomen to my mouth for a reassuring kiss, while his thumbs slowly traced my nipples before going back down to where he had stopped, uncertain.

Henris pressed a finger on the sensitive part between my legs, waiting for my reaction, before starting to draw slow circles that made me stop breathing and close my eyes. The only thing I could focus on was the way her fingers came down slightly and exerted a little pressure inside, causing a moan to escape from my lips.

"Noras?" She sighed. I moan slightly in response, unable to do anything but feel the sensation of Henris taking hold of me, the places where our bodies touch, the way his curls brush my neck, the essence of his expensive perfume. "Open your eyes. Watch." "Look." He replied in a gruff tone. Shaking my head, I bit my lip as his thumb began to move over me, while his fingers continued their slow movements inside me. "I want you to look."

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with a soft worried expression that made me put my hand on his cheek while I nodded, moaning, more slightly this time. "I'm all right, Henris. It's okay."

It was the only comfort he needed because his gaze intensified and his movements accelerated. He worked for about a minute before the feeling in my stomach, combined with the way he was looking at me, became too much to bear. "stop," I stammered, trying to catch my breath. "I want that... you... I'm prepared."

Her fingers came out of me, leaving me longing for more contact. He lowered his body onto mine, and he was simply so handsome, all taut muscles and tattooed skin, that a million things to do with him occupied my mind. But one of them took place before all the others. The way the tip of his penis was just above my pelvis, the way his cheeks were red and the way one of his hands held my hair tightly, made me think of only one thing: need. "I need you." I confessed.

"Are you sure?" He whispered. With a wave of sexual frustration gripping me, I grabbed his face and brought it against mine, I kissed him unceremoniously and unreservedly. His pelvis pressed against mine and he moved against me. My questions were answered when he pulled a square package, forgotten for hours, out of his pants pocket and walked over to me, opening it with his teeth.

A somewhat animal light took possession of her eyes. "Put it on."He ordered.

With caution, I grabbed the package before taking out the small piece of rubber, trembling hands rose to put it on. He must have noticed, because a few seconds later, his firm hands were above mine, gently guiding me as I unrolled the condom on his member. Henris lowered himself on top of me and put a hand between us to adjust, startling me when I felt the touch of his latex-covered erection as I entered. "Are you ready?"

"Yes." I said with a gasp of my voice. "Yes, please."

I wrapped my hands around her neck and in her hair, ready to face the pain I knew was coming. Henris Steve put his face in the curve of my neck and with a slow and steady gesture, he penetrated me. My teeth found his shoulder and a stab of agony assailed me, but the sensation of his lips on my jaw made it pass quickly.

His mouth stopped a few millimeters from mine and he whispered softly: "OK? I'll take care of you."

"I know." I said painfully. "Please, Henris."

Slowly, he retreated a little before pressing his pelvis on mine again and penetrating it again with a low growl. The feeling of him inside of me was amazing; every single thing was overwhelming, from the way his hips were pressed against mine to the light layer of sweat between our bare breasts.

A high moan escaped from my lips, hidden by her shoulder, to which I was holding on with one hand, while the other was pulling unrestrainedly on her curls. The sound seemed to encourage Henris, because he began to accelerate his pace, going in and out, without restraint, while I moaned under him.

All I could think about was Henris, Henris, and that was all that mattered at that moment. Our foreheads are on each other and his penetrating gaze on mine. With each powerful thrust, my vision blurred, my heart beat faster and my grip on the muscles of his back intensified.

I found myself following his movements to get as many things as possible from him. Crescent-shaped prints adorned his back where my nails had found refuge, threatening to spill blood at any moment. "Noras." He grunted, my name came out hoarse and unrestrained.

"Henris." I imitated him, because that was the only thing I could say at that moment; I was too absorbed by the way he kept biting my neck and between my shoulders while continuing the movements of his pelvis. My body was covered with a layer of sweat and the sensation at the base of my stomach kept growing.

"Let yourself go, baby." He growled. "Do it for me."

His hoarse and encouraging voice was what I needed to take action. A hot pleasure went up my spine, spread to all my limbs, even vibrating the tips of my fingers. Thrust after thrust, I enjoyed my o****m and completed it; my vision was filled with white dots, my muscles contracted with each thrust, and I couldn't believe that in the middle of it all, I was breathing too.

When I tightened around his member because of the pleasure, he grunted deeply and pressed his fingers to my hips. His movements became more disorderly and with one last push, he froze inside me before collapsing in a tangle of sweat and passion. His arms went under my waist, hugging me to him and reassuring me as he caught his breath. His breath was heavy and hot on my neck covered with marks of love. Also trying to catch my breath, I ran my fingers through her sweaty curls. "You have chills, Noras." He said after a minute of intense breathing. I laughed slightly when his fingers stroked the base of my neck to my exposed chest, where, as noted, the post-coital chills and goosebumps were present. "You know you gave them to me." I whispered.

He moved slightly closer to me and rested his chin on his palm, looking at me with half-closed eyes. If possible, he was even more beautiful. He had this post-sexual aura; a light layer of sweat on his eyebrows, incredibly red cheeks and lips. "I know."He smiled faintly.

I put my arm around his waist and snuggled up to him. At that moment, the thought of what we were doing began to settle in my head, which embarrassed me. But she was overshadowed by the love I felt for this man.

"It was, uh, you know..."- I paused, biting my lip thoughtfully... "... all right?".

Her green eyes opened and her mouth formed an "o" that I wanted to kiss several times. Surprising me, he hooked his ankle around mine and pulled my legs back between his, bringing our naked bodies even closer together.

Henris then took my chin between his fingers and raised my gaze, bringing it to meet his.

"It was exactly what I needed." He whispered. "You are exactly what I need. You're mine."

My lips created a lazy smile full of love. "Yeah? I would never have guessed it considering the number of hickeys you left all over my body to prove that I am yours."

At my comment, he let out one of those adorable sneers that I had only heard a few times before, and pulled back on top of me. My body was so exhausted that I couldn't even protest when his lips came into contact with the valley between my breasts and he started sucking them hard again.

He smiled with satisfaction against my skin when he finished, then gave me a look under those damn long eyelashes. He had this playful aura in his eyes and a mischievous smile, and I fell in love even more.

"You," he said, placing light kisses on the new mark, "are mine."

He passed his nose over the others - "Mine", a kiss on the little blue one near my nipple, "mine", on the one just under my collarbone, "mine", the big one on my neck, "mine", against the tip of my nose - before giving me a quick kiss on the lips, "all mine". I whispered in appreciation when he hugged our bodies again, turning me into a small spoon and resting his cheek on my shoulder as we lay under my pale pink sheets.

"And you are mine." I said hesitantly.

"Yes," he whispered. "I am yours, Noras."