A/N: Well, since you all seemed to like the first part, and since I had this one more thing to add to it (see below), I figured I could write another chapter. So here it is. I wanted to get it up before, but I only now had the time to finish. Stay tuned, I might post some Hard Rain tonight as well. You know what comments do to me, right? Good. Make sure you send them over. Thank! :)
She was standing next to the washing machine, sorting through the clothes, loading them in. She was wearing one of his white Marine T-Shirt and a clean pair of her sad underwear. Walking down the stairs, he grinned as she bent to put the laundry in the washing machine, her panties picking from under the shirt. He always argued that it was unfair how his clothes looked way way better on her. Her long lean legs were exposed, showing her skin that he thrived so much to touch; her boy-short panties, covering her ass just enough so there was room for his imagination to work.
He walked over to her and rested his hands on her ass, stroking her gently through the cotton fabric. "I will never understand why you call these 'sad underwear'. They do wonders to your ass" he whispered in her ear as he bent down and pressed his growing erection to her ass.
Turning around to meet his eyes, she held one of her black lace thongs on her finger. "More than these do?"
"Well…" He started, his mind drifting to Sunday morning when he took all pieces of clothes off of her except for this one small item that covered nothing. He liked the temptation of it, the fact he didn't have to remove it to get what he wanted, to get her what she wanted. "Those do other wonders".
She chuckled, "fair enough". She turned around again, putting the thong in the washing machine. His fingers hooked on the waistband of her panties and with one swift motion, he pulled them down at her feet.
"If there's one thing I love, is getting you out of your panties" he said, handing her the garment. "You can put those inside too".
"Henry, they're my last pair".
Moving his hands to cup her breasts through her shirt, he pulled her closer to him. "I know".
"The washing machine works for at least 2 hours" she mentioned.
"I am aware". He grinned, his expression sending shivers down her spine.
"Huh". She took them from him, her eyes scanning his body for a split second as she raised a brow.
Bending over again, she closed the washing machine and turned it on. His hands roamed her ass gently, craving the softness of her skin. With one hand, he reached for his dick and pulled it out of his boxers, his other still dancing on her. Moving closer to her, he spread the cheeks just enough to find her heat and pushed slowly inside of her. She gasped in surprise, a loud moan escaping her mouth. Her hand pressed tightly to the washing machine as she leaned against it, needing to catch her breath. "Shit, Henry…" She reached for his hand, their fingers intertwining.
He bent over, his chest pressing against her back. He placed soft wet kisses to the back of her neck, moving her hair to the side. "You are so warm. And tight. And, my god, so inviting".
Stretching slowly, she arched her back, turning her head to meet his lips for a kiss. His hands moved to take hold of her waist and as his tongue slipped into her mouth as he began to thrust inside of her, making her shriek. He moved inside of her, quickly building a pace. She bent over again, leaning her hands against the washing machine. She had to hold on tight as she felt her legs weakening. His one hand still holding her waist, holding her in place, while his other began to trace under her shirt, moving to cup her breast gently. He squeezed her nipple just enough to make her moan loudly.
"Henry" she breathed, resting her hand on his, pressing it tightly to her breast. "Make me come" she mumbled, turning her head to meet his eyes. Pushing hard into her, he had to tighten his grip of her as she almost fell. "Yes!" she screamed, a smile plastered on her face. He grinned at the way she looked, at the way he was making her feel. "You like that?" he whispered in her ear, bending over, pressing more deeply into her.
"Fuck yes". Hearing her, he smiled in content. His hand left her breast and trailed down to her center. He moved his hands gently on her slick lips, separating them and pressing his fingers to her engorged clit. "How about that?" he breathed into her ear, his warm breath making her shiver.
"Everything, Henry" she moaned, the sensation running through every muscle in her body. "Please".
Pressing a kiss to her neck and sucking her skin lightly, he rubbed her clit, moving in quick circles while he kept pushing inside of her. "Anything for you" he mumbled in her ear. Feeling his own orgasm nearing, he increased his speed and the pressure of his fingers. She was panting, her hands white from gripping the washing machine too tight. Resting his hand on her shoulder for leverage, he straightened up and pushed hard inside of her. She screamed loudly, feeling the pleasure nearing. He did it again, almost making her fall as he pushed hard, as his final thrust made all her muscles contract. She cried with pleasure, her eyes shutting tight. She smiled when she heard him cry out her name, when she felt his hot semen spilling inside of her. His nails dug into her skin as the pleasure took over and he pressed hard into her one last time before pulling out of her.
She nearly collapsed and he moved quickly to hold her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to him. The loss of contact made him shiver and he pressed his lips to her, finally meeting her eyes so close. Nuzzling his nose with hers, he made her grin, her eyes bright and blue, sending a warm sensation over him. He kissed her softly and her hand wrapped around his neck, her fingers moving to fumble with his hair. Deepening their kiss, he pushed her just slightly towards the washing machine. His hands wandered to her waist, lifting her shirt as he hooked his fingers around her slim figure. He lifted her up, his lips breaking from her, a squeal leaving her mouth. He placed her on the washing machine and she giggled as it moved under her, sending shivers down her spine. This was going to be interesting, she thought.
He met her lips to a kiss again, his tongue moving inside her mouth. She moaned, pulling him closer to her, allowing his lips to suck hers gently while the vibration under her made her tremble just enough. He smiled into their kiss, feeling her hands moving down to his dick. She ran her hand up and down his length, making him stiffen under her touch. Moving from her lips, he met her gaze. She was smiling, her eyes dark with lust, with the desire to have him. He smirked, knowing her look all too well. "Say it" he said firmly, removing her hand from him.
Moving closer to the edge of the washing machine, she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Fuck me baby" she whispered in his ear, making him grunt. Taking his dick in his hand, he rubbed it against her clit, making her jump at the combination of his actions and the unsteady ground under her. He pushed the tip of his dick to her opening, taunting her. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to push all the way in, but he pulled back and she whimpered. Repeating the motion, she whimpered again, pushing her hips to him, trying to get him deeper inside of her. Meeting her eyes, he had a wicked grin on his face and she frowned in frustration. Pressing her center to the cold metal of the washing machine, she closed her eyes as it vibrated against her clit. She moaned loudly, her mouth slightly open as she began to breathe heavily. Henry watched in content and pulled her hips to him. He pushed all the way inside of her and she threw her had back. He was buried deep inside of her, pressing against her spot, the working machine sending tremor inside of her. He kissed her neck, leaving wet prints on her skin. He moved his lips on her pulse point, feeling her racing heart against his lips. He sucked her skin there, making her shriek as he left a mark.
"I'm going to need to explain that" she scolded when she met his eyes.
Pushing hard inside of her, he met her lips to a searing kiss, leaving her breathless. "Probably" he answered and she shot him a look. Placing his hands on each side of her body he pushed even deeper inside of her, pinning her to the washing machine as she ground her hips. "That's your punishment for calling Earl" he whispered in her ear, teasingly biting her earlobe.
Moving her fingers through his hair and pressing his head to her neck as his lips kissed her skin, she sighed in content. "I don't mind being punished like that" she mumbled, closing her eyes as he moved fast inside of her. He chuckled and moved to meet her eyes again. Their faces were close, noses touching. Their gazes locked and he looked deep into her eyes. He moved against her, neither one of them looking away. They were both panting, quiet moans leaving their mouths. He leaned against the washing machine, feeling the vibration as well. He closed his eyes, "Elizabeth" he breathed and she ran her hands over the muscles of his arm. "You feel fucking amazing" he muttered.
"Hmm" she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, clenching her muscles tightly around him. He moved his hand to cup her breast, raising a brow as he noticed she was still wearing her shirt. She giggled, kissing his lips lightly. Lifting her hands, he removed the garment, throwing it to the floor. His lips moved to her breast, catching her nipple, sucking hard. She hissed, her body trembling, her orgasm nearing. Kissing the valley between her breasts, he moved to her other one, sucking her nipple again, running his tongue over the hardened skin, lightly biting with his teeth. She rocked her hips, moving to press their bodies more close together. He moved faster, rubbing against her clit. "Henry!" she cried, coming hard, her body shaking, twitching against him, her muscles locking around his dick. He smiled as he watched the orgasm wash over her and moved to kiss her lips once her body stilled.
Releasing her legs from around his waist, she gently pushed him, making him pull out of her. Sliding off of the washing machine, she grinned, catching the questioning look on his face. She kneeled in front of him and moved her hand on his still hard dick. He looked down at her, meeting her eyes right before she took him in her mouth. "Shit!" he moaned, thrusting into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his tip, her lips sucking him hard, her hands joining the work. His fingers moved to her hair, moving in her golden locks, feeling the blood rush to his dick. He wanted to pull away, but she held him tight, her mouth suckling him. "Jesus I…" he mumbled, thrusting again into her mouth. Moving her lips to suck his tip, he groaned as he came, his hot juice spilling in her mouth.
Opening his eyes as he stilled, he nudged her hand, pulling her to stand again, pressing his lips to her and kissing her hard. Tasting himself on her lips, he moaned, his hands moving to wrap around her, pressing her tightly to his body.
Pushing him just enough, she pulled away from his lips. "Baby, I need a break".
Laughing, he nodded, kissing her lips softly. "I think breaking that washing machine was the smartest thing I ever did".
Narrowing her eyes, she smacked his shoulder. "You're taking advantage of my anxiety over broken appliances. That's not cool".
"It's sexy" he whispered teasingly in her ear. "And you are sexy. Especially when you let me take care of things".