Gwen pulled her chest up off Henry’s face and he breathed in deeply and repeatedly. She cackled a bit at his need for air. She pulled his controlled arms a little lower and began to rock back on forth on Henry’s cock. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, pushing down harder and harder. Henry groaned in the pleasure at her back and forth movements but winced a bit at the pain of her weight pressing ever harder down onto him.
Gwen was again momentarily concerned that she was really hurting Henry, but his cock never wavered in its strength. Maybe he’s a masochist, she thought–something to explore. As both lovers approached climax together, Gwen was relentless until she came, screaming in the ecstasy of it. Henry shot up inside her a second time. She was surprised to feel that he had the strength and ability to push her up into the air, just a little mind you, but she noticed it.
Henry had certainly not lied to her. Their coupling just now proved he clearly found her as attractive–as magnificent–as he had claimed.
She decided now to push Henry a little further into submission to her. After both had calmed a bit down, all the while with Henry still inside her, although now clearly softening, Gwen pulled herself loose and moved up to Henry’s waiting, apprehensive face.
“Clean up your mess, Henry!” — she ordered firmly and loudly. She lowered her wet gooey pussy to Henry’s face once more, clamping her thighs together on his head to enforce it. “Lick and suck it clean and don’t you dare miss a drop of what you left in me!”
Gwen laughed and chuckled as she listened to gurgling, licking, cleaning sounds coming from Henry’s mouth, even if the result was that Henry’s entire face and hair were now covered and wet in their secretions and she really wasn’t all that clean at the end. She even came a little bit more.
Gwen didn’t want to go to sleep like this, however. She got up and dragged Henry into the shower, for a bit more fun before they earned their well-deserved sleep. In the shower, she had Henry wash her with a soap and sponge and before leaving the shower, she forced his head into her crotch one more time until she was satisfied. She noted happily that Henry managed another erection while he did so, but she was uninterested in doing anything with it until the morning. But she hasn’t had much sex over the past few years and looked forward to making up lost time with him.
They settled down in Gwen’s bed and slept an exhausted sleep, worn out from two hours of love-making and a day’s worth of excited anticipation.