Scratching the Itch (Killinger) - Henri's Penthouse

She nipped at his lips.

"Then don't."

"Will... will you bite me?"

She laughed softly and nodded, nuzzling into his neck.

"Oui."

And then she did just that, wrapping around him and holding tight as she drank slowly, prolonging the Kiss.

The moment her fangs pierced his flesh, he let out a near roar of pleasure, grabbing her ass and squeezing as hard as he could as he pumped vigorously into her. He wouldn't last at this pace, with this new found roughness, but he didn't want to last-- so said the look of 'durr' on his face.

She didn't seem to want him to last either. She clenched around him, coming apart herself, going liquid around him. Letting him pound into her, wanting this attention.

The moment his release washed over him, it sparked something naughtier in him. Alan's hand came down hard on her right ass cheek in a resounding smack as he pulled her down and thrust up at the same time with deafening yell.

She gasped happily when his hand hit her rump, her hand fisting in his hair tightly.

He held her as he flowed into her. It was as if it was never ending. He held so tightly to her, burying his face into her shoulder and shaking and having trouble finding his breath. He was spent. Overly so.

She released the Kiss and licked the wound closed, then took his head in her hands to kiss him lightly.

"Good?"

"Good doesn't even begin to describe," he panted, returning the kiss lazily. "You're an angel..."

She rose and took his hands in hers.

"Time for another shower, then I need to get ready for the opening."

He gave a slow and steady nod, holding tightly to her hand. "I understand. What shall I do?"

She smiled and pulled him with her to the bathroom.

"You will do as you wish. I will be a proper owner, and spy upon my guests."

With a steadying breath, he reached over to start the water in the shower, letting it warm up. He pulled Henri against her, gently rubbing her arms as if to keep her warm.

"Then I shall be down at the end of the evening to pull the books."

She smiled and grabbed the body wash, putting some in her hands to begin to clean off the sweat from her boy.

"That sounds just about perfect."

She should have to do that herself, and Alan's expression told her as much. He pulled her hands away from herself and began to wash her gently.

She smiled and sighed happily, lifingt her arms high so he could wash all of her.

There was no spot on her body that went untouched. He was gentle, running his fingers over the soft flesh of her arms and thighs, between her toes and over her womanhood. It was less of an exploration and more reverence than anything. His eyes, though, they remained on hers with a gentle smile. "Have I missed any spots?"

She shook her head, then began to run her hands over his chest.

"Nary a spot, my darling."

He hummed, feeling her fingers and hands over his chest and smiled happily. "Then you are ready to charm them all."

She kissed him softly.

"I'm going to go dress. Spend as much time as you need."

"Let me know if you require assistance," he smiled at her as she pulled away.

She laughed.

"I will."

As she went to dress, he moved to get rid of his five o'clock shadow. Just a few quick swipes of a razor while he could still hold himself upright.

She dressed quickly, then moved to do up her make up in the mirror.