Chapter Four
She made her way through the hallways of Henry's mansion, escorted by one of his servants, and she found him seated in a spacious room, with what looked like original paintings hung up all along the walls.
“Please, have a seat,” he said, waving a hand to her, and she did as he instructed. “Can I offer you a drink this time?”
“Yes, please, a drink sounds great.”
He poured her a glass of wine, and it tasted wonderful as the first sip trickled through her painted lips. Still, in spite of herself, she felt nervous as hell right now, and she struggled to find a means of setting herself at ease.
There was a long silence hanging in the air between the two of them as they drank. At last, however, Henry spoke up, admitting to what Megan had suspected in the first place. “So, I must confess, I may have invited you here under somewhat false pretenses.”
“Oh?” she raised an eyebrow.
“Yes. Well, I suppose there's no real skirting around the issue at this point. Look Megan, ever since that first meeting the other day, I can't explain it, really, but you seem to have left the most lasting impression upon my mind. I don't know if this is discomforting for me to say to you, and I apologize deeply if so, but-”
Megan, absently, began to shake her head, as though to assure him that it was not at all an unpleasant thing for him to be telling her, and encouraging him to continue with what he had to say.
“I've not been happy in my circumstances, for quite some time now, and when I saw you here, the other day, I just felt more comforted and at peace with myself than I have in a long, long while. I know I'm probably doing a poor job of explaining all of this, but-”
“No,” interjected Megan, sitting forward. “No, no you're not. To be honest I suppose you could say I've felt largely the same way about you, since that first meeting. This is all very strange for me. I don't know what I'm doing, and I don't feel like I even have a right to tell you this sort of thing, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about you either.”
Both of them suddenly seemed to experience a lightening in their hearts, a lifting of their moods, and a joy beyond words that they were on the same page. Yet they remained fearful, uncertain as to where exactly this new and welcome direction in their lives seemed to be taking them.
The moments slipped along, and they continued to stare into one another’s’ eyes, mutually disbelieving the conversation had really happened. They seemed wholly uncertain as to where things should go from here, at least as far as maintaining any reasonable sort of propriety was concerned. Each of them knew precisely where they wanted things to go, but neither of them was wholly confident that what they craved could, or should, actually happen.
At last, Henry took the plunge, risking at all, and asked with a quiver in his voice: “I hope this isn't too forward but, could I kiss you?”
There was no need to answer.
Slowly Megan leaned into him, trembling as she did so, but trying to keep herself steady. She closed her eyes, and electric sensations crackled through her system as tenderly, passionately, Henry's lips melted against her own. The entire room surrounding them seemed to vanish in their heat.
Megan became lost in the kiss, twisted up in her feelings, and so entirely absorbed in Henry that all else seemed to cease to exist. He tasted wonderful, and somehow the fact that she knew he truly desired her made the kiss all the sweeter.
Only after a considerable period of time did the two of them pry their lips apart. The kiss had left them both winded, lightheaded, and craving so much more.
They smiled at one another and their mutual passion passed wordlessly between them. Once more, they leaned into one another, going in for another kiss.
This time, the uncertain delicacy of that first peck gave way to an intense, passionate round of making out. Their tongues explored one another’s’ mouths as their hands roamed over each other’s bodies. Megan fisted her hands into the fabric of Henry’s shirt and pulled him closer to her.
Neither of them was accustomed to things progressing at such a brisk, unthinkable speed as they seemed to be doing presently. Yet each of them found themselves helplessly lost in the moment, willing for things to move forward as quickly as possible, without giving a damn about propriety or pacing. Neither did they seem to care about any potential consequences that may present themselves as a result of their actions.
Each of them found themselves completely and utterly consumed by the passion that they felt in that moment.
Faster than they might ever have imagined, they found themselves stumbling their way into Henry's vast, expansive bedroom, hitting the mattress of his marital bed with an intense speed.
Henry's hands began to slide along Megan's body with a steady intensity that drove her mad with lust. He slowly pulled the blouse up over her head and pressed his hands up against her breasts in the scarce covering of her bra. He squeezed his fingers deep into the flesh, and she sighed, shuddering with frenzied passion, unable to get enough of his touch. He began to remove her skintight jeans as well, wriggling her out of them, and then moved just slightly back to gaze in awe at her body, scantily clad in nothing but her bra and panties.
She leered at him with a look of the utmost lust in her eyes, and he smiled at her in return. She savored the sight of him unbuttoning his shirt, slipping out of it, and revealing his taut, muscular physique- the result of a lifetime's self-restraint and perseverance, entirely too sweet to behold.
He crawled back up beside her, and continued to ravish her with kisses, pecking them all over her exposed flesh. The straps of her bra began to slip out of place, threatening to shimmer away altogether, and Henry's hands seemed reflexively to twist up into the thin lace of her panties.
He dragged them down her legs, and she bent her knees to allow him to completely remove them. She felt wonderful, baring herself to him in this way, and he dipped down slowly, passionately, between her open, luscious thighs.
He brought his mouth to her and Megan let out a sigh of the utmost passion as he proceeded to lick her tenderly, sliding his tongue into her pussy and tasting her. He continued vigorously, as though her flavor were the most wonderful, decadent luxury he had ever before had the pleasure of experiencing.
She moaned, and her spine arched up from the sheets as his head bobbed steadily between her legs, sucking and twisting his tongue into her, filling her up with such perversely glorious sensations that it sent her head spinning. Her fingers curled into the bedsheets as every nerve ending in her body came to life.
“Oh God, yes. Yes!” she screamed out as her body rocked from the sensations.
Here was a man who genuinely knew what he was doing; who knew how to please a woman and was genuinely dedicated to meeting her needs on every level. Her pussy seemed to blossom under his dutiful tongue and wave after wave of her orgasm came crashing through her system, causing her to moan with ecstasy.
At last, Henry slowly pulled away licking her desire from his lips as he moved away, and leaving Megan feeling both sated and empty at the same time. His tongue had felt incredible, but she wanted to feel him deep inside of her.
The two of them proceeded to undress the remainder of the way, and spent a long moment simply staring at one another's naked bodies. Neither of them could believe they were about to take this next step, but it seemed so completely natural that they almost had to do it. It seemed like it wouldn’t be right not to. Henry's cock was long, stiff, and ready for her. It was hot against her flesh as he lifted his body up onto her, sliding it around her stomach, thrusting himself up against her and savoring the friction as he ground against her soft skin. Then he slowly angled himself at her aching entrance and slowly penetrated her, pushing inch by agonizing inch of his long, throbbing cock into her wet, waiting slit.
The heat of her thrilled him as he continued to push into her. He delighted in her moan as he buried himself to the hilt within her.
And at last his tip touched her womb, and the two of them waited, breathing heavily, perfectly satisfied with one another in that moment. Gradually, he began to thrust, slowly at first and then with building intensity as his need to fill and possess her took over.
He felt her slick pussy tighten around him as he relentlessly plunged into her. Her legs came up to wrap around his waist, and she dug her heels into his ass, forcing his tip to hit her womb with each push. She arched her back and raked her nails along his shoulders, calling his name over and over.
Finally, unable to control himself any longer, Henry pumped into her once, twice more and tripped over the edge. He came on a loud roar and felt his cock jump as he emptied himself deep within her tight pussy. At the same time, n orgasm unlike any Megan had ever experienced came crashing down around her. The sensation of being filled with his seed was so incredibly arousing. She shuddered underneath him and her walls clenched around him, milking ever last drop of cum from his thick cock.
When she finally came down from the high, Henry wrapped her up in his arms snugly, pulling her warmly into himself. The two of them kissed longingly, passionately for some time, simply unable to get enough of one another. The moments passed along as though in a dream as the two of them continued to make love well into the night, both experiencing what they’d both been longing for for so long.
THE END