Just the two of us
Quinn joined Henry at the balcony. They were free that day. Emelda was with her grandparents.
She hugged him from behind, and inhaled his manly scent.
"You were asleep, so I didn't want to disturb you." Henry smiled.
"You did well... If you had woken me up, I would have cut off your balls..." Quinn dug her nails into his back.
"Hey, that hurt.." Henry yelped.
" But you don't say that whenever we are making love, do you?" Quinn chuckled.
"That's different. Whenever we are making love, I'm in a state of ecstasy... So, I don't feel whatever pain you inflict on me." Henry said as he breathed in the early morning air.
"Is that right? I would test it out today then." Quinn laughed lightly.
"You wouldn't dare to." Henry refuted.
"Why do you say so? I will inflict pain on you tonight, when we are making love." Quinn vowed playfully.
"That is too far." Henry replied.
"What is?"
"Leaving the infliction of pain, till night, is too far. Why don't you do it now?" Henry provoked.
"What? You want to fuck me here, on the balcony?" Quinn was amused.
Henry turned around and hugged her. Pressing his firm chest against her soft and supple peaches, he whispered in her ear,
"Yes.... I want to make love to you here. The thought of it alone, has turned me on." Henry whispered in her ears..
"Me too... We have never fucked out in the open. It will be a good idea, if you take me here." Quinn stood on her tiptoe and whispered back.
The thought of Henry fucking her out there in the open felt exciting. She felt that the pleasure she would feel would be on another level.
"Alright then, my love. Let's see how you would like it." With a swift move, he turned her around, making her place her hands on the handrails.
Quinn felt him breathe warm air in her eyes. She gasped, as she gripped the handrails harder.
Henry rubbed his hands on her soft ass... Then he tugged on the hem of her dress, and slowly raised it up.
He then bent down to her ass level, and ran his tongue along her pussy lips, through her blue thong.
Quinn felt her breath hitch,
"What the-" She pushed her head back.
She stuck her ass out, and let out a soft moan.
Henry shifted her thong a little, and pushed his fingers into her already wet pussy.
"Already wet for me, babe?" He chuckled.
Quinn felt him twirl his fingers inside her warm hole, and gripped the handrails tightly. She could feel her legs going soft like jelly, as Henry continued working his fingers in her hole.
"Fuck Henry!!! I'm about to cum." She breathed out after twenty minutes.
"Cum for me, love. Spray your sweet juice all over my fucking fingers, baby." Henry didn't stop thrusting into her pussy with her fingers.
Soon, she felt her body jerk with a little force, as she came.
She felt her body go limp, and Henry caught her with a chuckle.
"Already worn out?" He smirked.
"Not at all..." Quinn smiled.
"Then? I only fucked you using my fingers, and you are already worn out? Should I take you inside?" Henry laughed lightly.
"Don't you dare... Are you underestimating your wife?" She glared at him.
"Henry laughed at her adorable expression, and raised his hands in surrender,
"Not at all... I only made a suggestion." He laughed.
"Whatever... I want you to fuck me here. Yes, out here in the open. So, don't think of taking me inside, because I won't cooperate at all." She folded her arms, as she continued glaring at him.
Henry stifled a laugh,
"Hey... I never said anything about going inside did I?" He chuckled.
"Are you calling me deaf?" Quinn arched her brows.
"No... Not at all. I wouldn't dare to. I just don't remember telling you something of sort." Henry argued helplessly.
"Whatever... Stop talking, and fuck me already." Quinn said impatiently.
"Of course, I will. And.."
"And what?"
"Can you stop using the term, 'fuck'? Why don't you use; 'making love', instead?" He shook his head.
"Are you against it? But I don't remember you saying anything about it, back then. In fact, if I remember correctly, you were the one who loved using it the most." Quinn shrugged.
"That was different... Back then we weren't married..." Henry argued.
"Whatever... Can you go ahead and fuck me now?" Quinn groaned. She was getting irritated with his long talks...
"Of course, milady." He drew down his trousers hurriedly. He was as impatient as she was.
His erection sprang up, and he stroked it gently. Placing his hands on her tiny waist, he thrust into her.
Quinn moaned and pushed out her ass further, to give him better access.
He slammed into her wet pussy, with reckless abandon. He fingers moved downwards and traced her clit.
As he pounded into her, he stroked her clit gently.
Quinn moaned loudly. The pleasure she was feeling was at another level. She gripped the handrails harder than before as she continued moaning.
"Faster Henry... Can't you fuck me faster than that?!" She breathed.
In response, Henry increased his pace, and began pounding into her.
"Holy mackerel!! Fuck Henry!!" Quinn arched her back, as she felt spasms after spasms of pleasure hitting her.
Henry growled lowly when he felt his manhood twitch inside her.
He pulled out and turned Quinn around.
She looked at him confusedly. Then, her eyes landed on his throbbing manhood.
She smiled in understanding, as she knelt down slowly. She ran her hands over his dick, igniting a low growl of pleasure from his throat.
She increased her pace, slowly and stealthily.
Henry placed both of his hands on her hair.
All of a sudden, she pulled his length out of her mouth.
Henry looked at him in confusion,
"What is wrong?" He questioned.
"Remember what I said earlier on?" She smiled mischievously.
She didn't wait for his response. She got up and ran directly into the room, with Henry hot in pursuit.
