Free The Last of the Monsters by Lila Dubois

back. “Did that hurt?”
    “A little.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “No, a little bit of hurt is good. I liked it.” She guided his hands back to her breast. When he didn’t immediately play with her nipples, she used her own hands. He watched as she pinched the tight buds, twisting and pulling on them.
    “Now you.”
    She dropped her hands to her sides and Henry’s fingers went to work. This time he watched her closely, listening for her gasps and moans of pleasure. He saw, while tugging her nipples, the moment he went too far. She didn’t say anything but a little line appeared between her brows. He dialed back what he was doing and her face smoothed out.
    Confident that he could read her face, Henry bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth. Her skin was warm and firm between his lips. He sucked on each nipple in turn as she moaned and gasped.
    “Wait, wait,” Akta whispered.
    Henry pulled back, examining her face. “Did you not like that?”
    “I liked it…too much. I didn’t want to get carried away before I did this.” She unfastened the button of his pants. Her fingers brushed his dick when she took hold of the zipper. Henry froze.
    Millimeter by slow millimeter, she opened his fly. He hadn’t bothered with underwear since he’d carried his clothes. When it was halfway down, his cock sprang free. Henry’s hands balled into fists at his sides.
    Akta finished lowering the zipper, then tugged on his pants until they were around his thighs. His cock bobbed in the air, the tip already wet.
    When Akta dropped smoothly to her knees in front of him, Henry’s mouth went dry.
    She pulled his pants down to his ankles, then helped him step out of them until he was completely naked.
    “Akta…” Henry wanted this more than he knew how to say, and yet it felt almost wrong. He wanted to show her how much she meant to him, how much he cared about her, not have Akta pleasure him.
    “Yes, Henry?”
    He opened his mouth, but her slim, strong fingers curled around the base of his cock. Whatever he might have said died as indescribable pleasure swept through him.
    Her other hand joined the first, curling around the rest of his shaft. She squeezed and Henry nearly dropped to his knees.
    “Remember, you promised to tell me what you like,” she said.
    He could feel her breath as little puffs of air on the tip of his cock.
    “This,” he gasped, “I like this.”
    “I’m glad.” Her thumb rubbed the head of his cock. “Henry, look at me.”
    He looked down, met her gaze and watched as she took his cock in her mouth. He shuddered in pleasure. Cupping her head, he sank his hands into the long strands of her hair.
    Akta’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock as her hands rhythmically squeezed him. Then she dropped one hand and took him deeper into her mouth. He could feel her tongue, lips and teeth working him. This was nothing compared to a quick, sad jerk lying in bed at night. His whole body felt alive from the pleasure of her mouth.
    Her free hand cupped his balls, stroking them as she built up a rhythm, her head bobbing forward and back.
    It had been only a few minutes, but Henry couldn’t hold himself back. He shouted in pleasure as he came. Akta sucked his cock in deeper, stroking the underside with her tongue as his orgasm shuddered through him.
    Spent, he staggered back a step, dropping into the little chair at her vanity, which creaked, but held. Akta disappeared into the bathroom. Henry took a few shaky breaths. He was more relaxed, and more elated, than he could ever remember being.
    Why had he waited so long to do this? Sex was awesome .
    And they hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.
    Then again, he doubted he would feel this way if he’d been with anyone other than Akta. As if thinking her name had called her to him, the bathroom door opened.
    When she came out, her hair was loose, draped over her body. It hid her breasts, but as she walked the tight buds of her nipples peeked through the