Chapter 29: Loving Helena 2 (R18)
Helena leaned over, mouth already open, and kissed the tip of Vincent’s cock. A pearl of precum welled from the slit. She licked it off, shivering at the taste, then opened wider and took the head between her lips.
It was impossible, the way she wanted him. She wanted him in her mouth, in her cunt, everywhere all at once. She sucked, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. Her eyes met his: hungry. Vincent’s hands found her hair, twisting it in his fingers, guiding her down. He groaned, hips twitching as she took him deeper.
"Fuck, Helena," he gasped. "You feel so good."
She hummed, letting the vibration pass through him. Her hand wrapped around the thick shaft, thumb teasing the ridge just below the head. She bobbed, spit pooling at the corners of her lips, then pulled off with a gasp for breath. His cock glistened. She licked
her lips, greedy for every drop. His taste was sharp, a little salty, a little sweet, and Helena wanted more. She kissed down the length of him, tongue tracing the thick vein, soaking up his heat. At the base, she found his balls, heavy and full, and cupped them in her palm. They twitched, alive with every brush of her fingers.
She rolled one into her mouth, careful at first, then braver as Vincent moaned below her. She swirled her tongue, sucked gently. His thighs tensed, and he swore, voice ragged and raw. Helena went back to his cock, working him with both hands, stroking and twisting, then licking the slit again. She wanted to see him lose control. She wanted to drink it. She wanted to make him remember her.
"God," Vincent groaned, "you’re going to make me—"
She closed her lips around him, bobbing hard and fast. Vincent
came so hard he saw white, his hands flying to her head. Helena let him, let him hold her down as he emptied into her mouth. Hot, thick, relentless. She gagged but didn’t let up, tongue milking the last drops from him. Even after he pulled out, a string of white connecting her lips to the swollen head, Helena kept licking, cleaning him off until he was twitching from the sensitivity.
She looked up, eyes shining, and swallowed, slow and deliberate. Vincent watched her throat work, his own body shivering in the aftershock. Helena wiped her mouth with her thumb and sucked it, like she’d found candy she didn’t want to waste.
He caught her by the chin and pulled her up, kissing her lips, tasting himself on her tongue. Helena blushed but didn’t shrink away. She straddled him on the bed, hands pressed to his chest, and Vincent felt her heat through both their skin.
He was still hard, angry and ready all over again, so stiff it ached against her thigh. Helena noticed. Her eyes widened, not innocent but amazed. She slid down, her hair leaving a static trail on his chest, and curled next to him. Her hands roamed everywhere, not greedy but experimental—testing the flex of his biceps, tracing the edge of his jaw, then returning to his cock. She stroked it, slow, like someone savoring a new favorite food.