You Saw Me

35

The pictures of Henry and me were everywhere. People were reposting them and using them for TikToks, Reels, memes, Stories and so on. We were an official hashtag: #Henlie

"I liked #Elry", I pouted rolling my eyes at the situation. Henry laughed and suggested he'd get that tattooed on his chest. 

"Do not do that!" I tickled him and went in for a kiss. We were on the sofa, watching a romcom on Netflix and both being bombarded with messages about our new shipname. We had created a WhatsApp group with what we called the Anguilla crew. Jeff and Ana were having a seriously good time posting memes and poking fun. Admittedly some of it was very funny and we laughed along. There was one, where they had switched my face for the granny from Tweety Bird. That was hilarious. 

"If only they knew what I know", Henry said and turned his phone so I could see the screen. It was the picture he took of me topless in the bathroom. He had cropped it, switched it to black and white and fixed the lights. It was actually a beautiful picture, well composed. 

"And what is that?" I asked while studying the picture, feeling astounded that I could look like that. 

"That there is no one above you", he said. 

"And below me?" I asked. 

He shook his head. 

"Would you like to be?" I asked teasingly, having a hard time keeping a giggle in. 

He smiled that charming, boyish smile that was just so captivating and intoxicating. He nodded and gestured for me to come closer. I played innocent and pretended I didn't understand what he meant. He leaned back in the couch and rested his back against the armrest, getting comfortable. He was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I looked him up and down. 

"You look very warm", I pointed out. He pulled the t-shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. He proceeded to slowly unbutton his jeans. He provokingly kept maintaining eye contact, smirking at me. 

I raised my eyebrows at him and checked my imaginary wrist watch. He was having a hard time keeping a straight face and really had to concentrate not to burst out laughing at me. 

He slipped out of his jeans and wiggled his index finger at me when I looked at his boxers. He returned to his comfortable position, resting against the armrest.

"Now I'm cold", he said, covering his nipples. I had to bite my lip not to laugh at him. 

I crawled over and placed myself on top of him. "Congratulations, you are officially below me", I whispered. 

"But that must mean you're over me", he pouted. 

"I'll never be", I said and bent down to kiss him. 

***

When Henry and I were intimate everything else disappeared. He completely took over all my senses and I just wanted to feel like that forever. He was like an addiction. He knew what he was doing to me, touching me, kissing me, licking and feeling me. His hands would travel over my body, his touch burning me leaving behind desire and wanting for more pleasure.

I had never been one to engage in dirty talk. Somehow, it had always felt wrong coming from me. I had a wholesome, almost innocent way about me. But in Henry's company I became sexual and free.

We were on the couch, I had stripped down to my panties and I was sitting on top of him. His boxers were lying on the floor next to his white t-shirt. Every now and again I would grind against him and he'd thrust his hips forward trying to meet my curve. I wiggled my finger at him and tutted. 

"Not yet..." I said and smiled devilishly. He smiled and covered his eyes with his hands, letting out a little yelp. 

"What do you want?" I asked him, looking into his eyes, waiting for an answer.

"You", he said lifting his hands to cup my breasts. 

"You have me." I said tilting my head. "What do you want me to do?"

He smirked at me, remembering his own words. His hands were fondling my breasts causing my nipples to harden. I was completely ready to do whatever he wanted, but I liked turning the table on him, just for fun. 

He raised himself up on his elbows, so he was closer to my face. He looked me straight in the eyes and said: "Can you just fuck me already?"

I slid my hand down between my legs and moved my panties to the side, so I could lower myself onto him. He let out a moan when I took all of him in. The panties constricted my movement a bit, but it was pleasureable for both of us. I lifted my hands over my head and let my hair fall loose. Henry was moving his hands, touching my breasts, squeezing my bum and in the end he slid one hand in between us and started stimulating my core. I tilted my head back in pleasure, being so close to climax. 

It felt like I was about to erupt, my breath coming out in moans as we grinded against each other, his fingers massaging me to the breaking point. 

I was taken over by the most spectacular orgasm I had ever experienced in my life. Every nerve ending was lit like a thousand firecrackers going off at once. I let out a small cry of ecstasy and collapsed into Henry's arms, kissing him, unable to come down again.

In ways I was the opposite of rough around the edges. I was smooth where he was rough and I needed my surface scratched. I had spent the better part of my life focused on fitting into a mold that didn't quite fit me. My wild side, the one he brought out in me, had been dormant for so long. I liked myself like this, free, happy and open.