My Sweet Punishment by Amelia Brooks (books like harry potter txt) 📖

I woke up with the sweet sensation of kisses on my neck. I slowly stretched on the bed and opened my eyes, meeting Henry’s sly look.

“Good morning, honey,” he whispered in my ear.

“Morning,” I purred back and reached for the man to kiss him.

But he suddenly pulled away from me and then got out of bed. I stared at him in confusion.

“You and I have a bath waiting for us,” he answered my unspoken question.

Henry was completely naked now, and he didn’t seem to be shy about it at all. The same can’t be said of me, who awkwardly pulled the blanket up to my chin. I knew there was no point in hiding, and he had already seen me in all my glory… But that was yesterday and in almost total darkness.

Now, in the light of day, I could see Henry completely. He was very handsome, like a Greek god descending from Olympus. And then my eyes involuntarily dropped down, and I blushed deeply. Wow! And that was inside me yesterday? I also noticed that the man was aroused again. Very aroused. I swallowed nervously and quickly looked away.

Noticing my reaction, Henry chuckled and, throwing my “shelter” aside, suddenly picked me up in his arms.

“Ah!” I cried out, feeling the sting between my legs.

Henry shook his head in disapproval.

“I’m sorry, I should have been more discreet yesterday,” the man frowned.

“No, I’m fine!” I said, trying to calm him down. “It doesn’t hurt much.”

“Little liar,” Henry chuckled and kissed me on the nose.

Opening the door, the man carefully carried me into the room, which was filled with a pleasant aroma of a citrus mixture, and slowly lowered me into a large warm bath. A herd of pleasant goosebumps went through my whole body. How great it was.

Henry took his place behind me. I let myself relax on his muscular chest. But in the next moment, I grabbed the man’s hand and looked at him in bewilderment.

“What is it?!”

It certainly wasn’t there yesterday. There were some distinctive scratches on his knuckles.

“Have we switched places now?” Henry chuckled and lightly snatched his hand away.

“Henry, I’m serious! Who were you fighting with?” I looked at him stubbornly, waiting for an answer.

In fact, I could guess who. But yesterday I could not imagine that he would go to Mike for a showdown. Although... maybe I’m wrong.

“With someone who won’t step within a hundred feet of you,” the man said. I could see how much he didn’t like the subject of our conversation. “And fighting – that’s an overstatement. I just flexed my fists a little.

I was right, after all. He was meeting Mike.

“But how did you...?!” I wanted to ask “find out” and, in general, I had a lot of questions about this, but he did not let me ask them.

Before I could finish my lamentations, Henry picked up a bottle. Apparently, it was a man’s shower gel. And squeezing it a little on his palm, he began to lather my breast, then my stomach, while passionately kissing my neck. Thoughts immediately began to get mixed up in my head. I was thrilled with this insanely pleasant caress, leaning back on “my sweet punishment”.

Sudden arousal rippled through my body in pleasant waves and concentrated right in the pit of my stomach.

I wanted to turn around to kiss Henry, but he wouldn’t let me. Pressing his hips against my legs, he suddenly pinched my nipple, and I cried out with a mixture of mild pain and pleasure.

I was maddened by his skillful touch on my breast, on my body. But I wanted more, and I shifted impatiently under him.

I heard Henry’s breathing quicken. It was shallow. I could already feel his stony arousal in my lower back.

“No, not yet, sweetie. It’s too early,” a hoarse voice said, running down my spine. I don’t know who he was stopping more now, me, or himself. But I knew he was on edge.

“Henry...” I moaned.

The man didn’t answer, and his hand, which had been frozen on my stomach, suddenly came to life and sank even lower. Where everything was already burning with desire. When I felt his fingers there, I sobbed and gripped the handrail of the tub, trying to get up to change their direction a little.

But I wasn’t allowed to get a little guidance. Henry wrapped his free arm around my waist, pulling me even closer to him and continuing to run the top of my folds in a circular motion.

“Ah,” I moaned loudly and bit my lip, not expecting this from myself.

“Don’t be silent, honey, I want to hear how good you feel,” his deep baritone voice touched my already clouded consciousness.

And I just let myself go. I kind of let loose.

And when his finger gently penetrated me, and then the second one followed it, I was completely crazed. Time after time, I shamelessly impaled myself on his fingers, moaning loudly. He felt my body so well as a musician played his instrument.