#17: "Does that feel good?"
STRAP IN Y'ALL, ITS SMUT TIME.
"Does that feel good?"
Helga wanted to punch the smugness right out of him, but she was otherwise...occupied.
Another moan fell from her lips as he shifted behind her, and she gripped the kitchen counter tighter. God he was good, and dammit he knew it.
"I'll take that as a yes," his husky voice against ear sent another wave of pleasure through her.
"Shut up," she gritted through her teeth. "Shut up and just, aah, just finish up."
"Helga, I'm just trying to multitask," he replied, the smile evident in his voice as he moved inside her with agonizing slowness.
Damn him.
"Well-uhh!...s-stop it!"
"Why?" He asked, and his hand slid between her legs and her hips bucked back as another moan was dragged out of her, "I think I'm pretty good at it."
Helga's back arched, "God, Arnold. Please."
"Please what?" There was a roughness in his voice, and her heart kicked wildly in her chest. God, did she love this man.
"Mmm, please...oh, please fuck me!"
The next moment she was turned around, and he had hoisted her up onto the counter, hair handsomely tousled, "Now, was that so hard?"
Before she had a chance to retort, he had crashed his lips against hers, and she all but melted. Kissing Arnold never got old. The guy knew what he was doing.
Arnold gripped her hips tightly as he moved with her, dropping his lips to the juncture of her neck, teeth nipping the skin and making Helga gasp his name as she came.
She felt boneless and wanted to melt even as he continued and waves of pleasure rolled through her. She was making a lot of embarrassing sounds. He was making quite a bit of noise, too. But they weren't embarrassing, they were just sexy. Sexy as hell. Like Arnold. God, she loved him.
He finished, and she felt more satisfied somehow than when she had finished, and in the afterglow they were both leaning against each other as they tried to catch their breaths. Arnold rested his forehead against hers, breathless and smiling.
Man, oh man did she love him.
She was unable to keep from smiling back, and he was kissing her again. Fully and with intention, and then his arms were wrapped around her and hefting her up, wrapping her legs securely around his waist. Helga gave a laugh of surprise as he started towards the bedroom.
"Arnold, what-
"Well, I've kind of worked up an appetite. So, I'm ready for some dessert."
Lord, he was cheesy.
But boy, did she love him.
