Couch Play
Henry suggests sitting on the couch and asks for a little more from Elysia.
Hey, readers! This week’s prompt is “cunnilingus.” Henry couldn’t see to wait to pay Elysia back for the blow job earlier in the day.
Henry was not quite as patient as I had given him credit for when I started our little game.
We cleaned the mess in the kitchen and the dining room our guests had left behind. We rearranged some of the furniture our relatives had gifted us. After all that, I was too exhausted to do much more. Henry suggested we sit down and knock out a few TV shows from our ever-growing watchlist. I planned to take a nap while cuddling with my husband.
Henry distracted me with a hand on my leg. He ran it up my thigh, brushing close to my groin, and he gave me a gentle squeeze. It was not a demand but a rather forward suggestion that he return the favor from earlier.
In all the time I had known him, Henry had waited for me to initiate sex more often. When I had requested he wait to pay me back for the blow job earlier in the day, I had thought he would wait until the next morning. We both might want to go even further, but if he wanted to go for it now, it was not like it would be less fun.
I put my hand on top of Henry's and gave a gentle squeeze. I kept my eyes on our show, but Henry distracted me as his hand brushed against my vulva over my clothes. He leaned his shoulders into me, and he pressed his lips to my ears as he asked:
"Hey, let me make up for that blow job earlier?"
The feeling of his breath against my ear made me shiver. I held back a teasing smile.
"I thought you wanted to watch these shows," I said.
"I did," Henry said with a sigh, "but it turns out they're not as interesting as my wife."
I could not help but chuckle. I turned to Henry and gave him a good, long kiss, and I put my hands on either side of his face to bring him even closer.
Henry drew away, and he pressed our foreheads together.
"So?" he asked.
I did my best imitation of his teasing hum.
"I suppose we could mess around a little bit," I said.
Henry gave me a soft smile. He kissed me on the lips, a sweet kiss that contrasted with the more sexual activity we were about to do. Then, he guided me to lay back on the arm of the couch. I tucked a pillow behind my back. He rested his weight on me as he gave me biting kisses.
"Are you comfortable?" Henry asked with his lips pressed against my cheek.
"I am," I said.
Henry rubbed his hand between my legs. The TV continued to play in the background. I swept aside the realization I could not remember which episode we had watched. That was a future problem.
Henry kissed my cheek and then down my neck, nibbling my collarbones along the way. He crawled off the couch and onto his knees, and he pulled off my pants and underwear, which he tossed aside. He rested one of my legs over his shoulder, and he looked at me with hunger in his eyes.
Henry brought his face to my groin. His hot breath fanned against me. He pressed his lips to my inner thigh. He alternated between kissing and grazing his teeth down and back up my leg until he reached my labia.
I gasped at the feeling of Henry's tongue against my clitoris. While we had been kissing, I had been too distracted to notice how it throbbed with need until now. Henry sucked on it, and I moaned. Crinkles formed around his eyes as he smiled into his efforts.
Henry brought two fingers into his mouth. When he wetted them enough, he pressed them to my clitoris and rubbed me with small circles. I trembled, and Henry drew his hand away, allowing me a moment to collect myself. He grinned at me as I gave him a mock glare.
"We can't end the fun too quickly," he said.
I scoffed, but I reached out to brush my fingers through Henry's hair.
Once Henry was satisfied he had given me enough time to calm myself, he pleasured me with his tongue again. His fingers spread out on my thigh, which he gave a gentle squeeze.
I rested my hand on top of Henry's head, and I scratched his scalp with nails.
Henry drew back to breathe. He used two fingers to rub around my labia, lingering on my swollen clitoris for a moment. He slipped them inside me, and I was wet enough there was no resistance at all. At the same time, he brought his mouth back down, and he curled his fingers to rub my g-spot.
I moaned as pressure built up in my center, and I did not resist the urge to grind against Henry's face. The pressure snapped into a soothing warmth that spread throughout my body. I sagged against the armrest. Henry stimulated me through it. He crawled over my body to press a sloppy kiss on my cheek. I turned my head to take a proper one, uncaring of tasting myself on his lips.
"Feel good?" Henry asked against my lips.
"So good," I said, breathless.
Henry hummed, and he grinned like he was quite satisfied with himself. He held me until I was quite tired of the wetness lingering between my legs.