Selena Kitt - Baumgartner Generations - Henry

This girl made everything else in his life seem small in comparison.

Libby knelt up on the bed beside him, taking his face in her soft little hands. “Yes,” she said, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Yes, Henry.” She kissed his other cheek, her mouth impossibly soft. “Yes and yes and yes,” she whispered, the words muffled and lost in their kiss.

Henry felt it happening and knew it wasn’t the best timing in the world, but neither of them could stop it. It was as if their kiss had kindled something deeply buried in them that gave them both a heady fever.

Her mouth was soft, but demanding, asking more of him, and he gave it to her, pressing her back onto his bed. She welcomed him, her slender jean-clad thighs squeezing, arms wrapped around his neck.

Then she broke the kiss, struggling with her hoodie and he helped her, groaning when he saw her in just her bra and jeans, her red hair fanned out under her. Henry took his shirt off too, and her eyes brightened as she explored his skin with her long, delicate fingers, tracing the dark line of hair down from his navel to the button of his jeans.

She undid the button, then the zipper, tugging at his jeans, and Henry hopped off the bed, shoving them down his hips as he watched her do her own, wiggling out of them and tossing them with his on the floor. Now she was just wearing a white bra and panties and little pick socks.

“Come keep me warm.” She shivered, reaching her hand out for him, and he joined her on the bed again, the two of them kissing and rolling around, fumbling, moaning, exploring. He discovered she really liked her neck kissed and licked-she made soft kitten-like sounds when he did that, her hips bucking under his.

He tried to take his time, but he was so eager for her that her bra was undone and her panties gone before he could even savor the sight of her body with them on. Her nipples were a pale, puffy pink, so very tiny under his tongue. Her breasts were little handfuls that practically melted into the flesh of her chest when she lay down, giving her a more boy-like appearance-yet everything about her was all-girl, from the beyond-soft silk of her skin to the tender cries of pleasure he extracted from her slender throat.

When his tonguing exploration reached the dip of her navel, his cock throbbed as if he’d found the promise land. Her belly was soft and pale and taut and he kissed his way down to the curly edge of her pubic hair. She whimpered in anticipation, her hand moving in his hair, waiting for him to part her red sea and drink her soothing waters. As soon as he tasted her, he was addicted, her clit a tiny, hidden treasure, the pink folds of her pussy a traceable map.

“Oh Henry…” She sighed as she came, so very pretty, her eyelids fluttering closed, her hips moving. He could fit her whole ass in the span of his hands and he did, lifting her to his mouth to drink her all up.

“Kiss me,” she begged him, sucking the taste of her own pussy off his tongue. He didn’t think his cock could get any harder, but then she was tugging his boxers off and stroking it against the skin of her inner thigh as they kissed.

“Ohhh, I want you inside me so bad.” She opened her eyes, still breathing hard. “Do you have anything?”

He didn’t want to leave her, but he managed to just sit up, letting her keep her delicious vice-grip on his cock, and lean over to open his night table drawer. He grabbed a huge handful of condoms from the pile, at least a dozen and threw them up into the air, letting them rain down like confetti.

“Atta boy!” Libby laughed, grabbing one and tearing it open with her teeth. The laughter stopped, though, when she rolled the condom over the swollen head of his cock with her thumbs and welcomed him back into her waiting arms.

Henry nudged against her as they continued to kiss and cuddle, his cock seeking entrance but not finding the right angle. Finally, Libby reached between them, sliding the head of his cock down through her swollen slit, positioning him, just right.

“There.” She whispered the words into his ear. “Now.”

He shifted his hips slowly forward, feeling her flesh give, but just a little. He pushed in deeper, her thighs silky and opening under his, feeling the snug hollow of her little hole opening too. Her pussy was wet from his tongue, wet from her orgasm, but she was still so tight! Thank god for condoms, he thought. At least it helped lessen the sensation-a little. She whimpered, her breath in his ear, when he was finally as deep as he could go.

“You okay?” he panted.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned, rolling her hips, moving his cock around deep in her cunt, making him groan and start alphabetizing states in his head. “Hey,” she said, kissing his jaw, his cheek, his chin. “Don’t stop now. Come on. Let’s go for a ride.”

“Let the motor calm down a bit,” he panted. “Otherwise we’re gonna overheat.”

Libby ran her fingernails lightly over his back, his shoulders, and they waited, breathing together, Henry’s face buried in the sweet-smelling mass of her hair, until he had some bit of control again.

“Now?” she whispered, her hips shifting, her pussy clenching. “Please?”

This girl was going to be the death of him, he decided, gritting his teeth and beginning to move. There was nothing soft and yet tight enough to describe the sensation of her flesh, the way she felt enveloping his cock. There was no silicone that could match it, and no other woman or girl he’d ever met, either. It was beyond pleasure, beyond good. It was perfection.

“Henry!” Libby moaned, and he felt her hand moving between them, touching her clit, working to get herself off. “Please! Oh god your cock feels so good!”

“Honey, I can’t do this very long,” he apologized, holding back, every muscle strained, as her pussy began to flutter and pulse. “Libby, baby, I can’t-”

“Come!” she cried, her back arching, her long legs wrapped around his waist, driving his length deep into her waiting cunt. He couldn’t have stopped then if he wanted to, the explosion through his body beyond fire-it was nuclear. He saw flashes of light behind his eyes, the red heat consuming him completely as he buried his face in Libby’s hair, and gave himself over to pure sensation.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, kissing him over and over as they rolled on the bed, condoms sticking to them. “I’ve wanted that for so long.”

“Me, too,” he breathed as they finally slowed and Henry curled beside her, his cheek resting on her tiny breasts.

He didn’t know where it came from, why he said it. Like the climactic explosion they’d shared, it just welled up in him and spilled over.

“Libby, I can’t read.”

And then it was all flooding in, a dam bursting.

He told her about tutoring. He told her about Toni. He talked and talked and Libby listened, silent. When he finally stopped, spent, he found himself filled with a cold fear. Would she pity him? Hate him? Walk out of his life forever this time? He cursed himself for ever opening his mouth when he lifted his head and looked at her closed eyes, tears slipping down into her temples.

“I’m sorry,” he choked. “You must hate me.”

“Henry, I don’t hate you.” She finally turned toward him, opening her wet eyes and cupping his face in her hands. “I luh-” She pursed her lips, blinking, holding back, and then kissed the tip of his nose. “I like you.”

He smiled. “I like you, too.”

“Uh-oh, we missed one.” She reached over and peeled a condom off his hip, holding it up. Then she tore the wrapper off with her teeth. “Oops, it’s open! Shouldn’t let these go to waste.”

“No,” he agreed, finding himself back in her welcoming arms. “We definitely shouldn’t.”