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Lydia groaned and rolled onto the bed.

When he enveloped her in his mouth and slid his tongue across her clit, Lydia screamed.

Lydia pushed her hands into his hair, taking handfuls and interlacing her fingers with his thick dark hair.

Henry started to lap at her tender folds of sex, sucking and licking and pulling her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

Lydia trembled and twisted on the bed, pushing his face into her pussy, pushing her hips as she came closer and closer.

As he inserted two of his fingers into her, it was what Lydia had to make her go over. She felt the rush of pleasure wash over her. Lydia shrieked and clamped her thighs closed over Henry's head. Henry laughed and his deep voice resonated through her body, taking up residence at her core as Lydia climaxed.

When Lydia came down from her sexual paradise, Henry pushed up onto his knees and ripped his shirt off over his head. Lydia stared at his body.

God, he was sexy. Ripped as hell, every one of his muscles carved to perfection and beautiful. He was an Adonis, carved by angels and placed on Earth specifically so women like Lydia could drool.

He laughed when Lydia couldn't take her eyes away from him.

"GQ model," Lydia blurted out, regretting it. Lydia blushed, but Henry simply laughed.

Lydia got up and started tending to his pants. She popped the button on his jeans, lowered the zipper, and freed his cock.

And God, he was fine. Big, impressive, stretching, silk over metal, and his tip wet with his hunger for her.

Lydia gazed up at him.

He kissed her once more, leaning down, and cupped her cheeks, nudging her back gently so that Lydia rested on her back. He crawled over her, and her legs opened wide for him.

As his cock touched the edge of her entrance, Lydia took a breath in, and exhaled in a deep moan when he thrust into her.

Fuck, he felt amazing.

Lydia shook, her muscles tensing tightly around the width of him.

Henry started moving, and Lydia forgot about everything else in their surroundings. Everything that existed was Lydia and Henry and the raw pleasure that exploded in her center when he started moving in and out of her.

Lydia gripped her hands on his shoulders when he started fucking her. He was utterly in control, pumping his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of her, and Lydia was just along for the ride. Her nails dug into his skin and Lydia screamed on each stroke as he drove deeper and deeper into her.

The sensation started to build another orgasm within her. Lydia surrendered as she fell apart at the seams.

As Lydia came again, her body tightened down on his cock and Henry grunted, reducing his speed until he was thrusting in and out of her excruciatingly slowly.

After Lydia regained breath for her second orgasm, he leaned forward to kiss her.

"Get on top of him," he instructed

"What?"

He kissed her again, this time so hard that Lydia couldn't think.

"He wants you to ride him."

Lydia shivered at the tone he employed. His tone commanding, his eyes a blue that was so sharp that Lydia found herself wanting to do as he commanded. Just as Lydia wanted to take what she needed.

Lydia had not experienced sex this way before, so intense, so sensual and intimate.

Henry rolled onto his back, his cock standing up in the air, ready for Lydia to mount him. Lydia clambered onto him and when she lowered herself onto his cock, they groaned in unison.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he said through gritted teeth.

“It’s you,” Lydia replied, gasping, “your size is… incredible.”

He grinned, but it was fleeting as he drew her down and kissed her. With their lips sealed and their tongues going round and round, Lydia started moving back and forth, shoving his cock in and out of her.

Lydia rocked harder, more quickly, groaned when he drove into her, deeper and deeper.

Lydia groaned and screamed as she rocked harder and quicker, closing her eyes, feeling him.

As Lydia's eyes opened, his were on hers. He closed his jaw and a small crease formed between his eyebrows.

He had her hips in his hands and was thrusting her back and forth harder and deeper than Lydia could do herself. It was magic. Her clit was being rubbed against his pubic bone, and Lydia was rapidly heading for her third orgasm.

Henry ground his teeth, moaning and groaning, and Lydia could see the want in his face, the need.

He was close.

Lydia wished he'd move over. Lydia wished she could push him so he'd release and find the same orgasm he'd just given her.

For a moment, Lydia was focused on him, but the pressure against her clit pushed her over. Lydia shrieked as she came again.

Lydia closed her eyes and parted her mouth on a raw shriek of pleasure.

Henry shrieked a second later, and Lydia felt him spilling inside her, pounding and throbbing, his dick pouring all the pleasure they'd made into her body.

Lydia collapsed onto his chest, and Henry wrapped his arms around her, holding tight for dear life as he pounded into her.

They stayed this way for a while after the orgasm had faded, clinging to one another. Their bodies were slick with sweat and they were so close that Lydia couldn't even determine where she started and he left off.

Lydia had never felt anything like this. Anything that gave her the feeling that it was hers, that it was something beyond sex. And Lydia had never felt anything that had made her feel so great.

As Lydia leaned on her elbows, Henry grinned at her lazily.

"That was so good."

"It was," said Lydia.

Lydia rolled off of him and laid beside him, with sleep washing over her, too.

"Your bathroom is over there," Henry said, waving his hand.

Lydia nodded and rolled out of bed, heading into the bathroom to clean herself up. Henry had left a sticky patch between her legs.

After she cleaned herself up, Lydia returned out to the bed. Henry was in bed, and he pulled back the covers so that Lydia could get in with him.

"Lydia wants him to stay?" Lydia asked.

"Yeah," he said, and Lydia crawled into bed.

It was all so perfect. It was too good to happen, nearly. How was it that on the same day Lydia had lost what she thought was her entire future, she had met someone like Henry?

It must have signified.

Coming back with him was the best decision Lydia ever made.

Henry pulled her to him, put his arm about her body and drew her into his side. He put his body in front of hers and sighed.

Lydia closed her eyes, feeling his heat.

This would have to do for the moment.

Lydia had no idea what was going to happen with the new light of day, but for the moment it was exactly what she needed.