A Pleasurable Night

Arthur took Helena in his arms, and his touch ignited waves of pleasure through her body. "I'm the happiest man in the world," he whispered softly as they swayed to their own rhythm. The warmth of the fire only seemed to stoke their passion further as they explored each other's bodies on the sofa.

"Oh, Arthur," Helena sighed as he trailed kisses down her neck. His fingers toyed with her sensitive nipples, sending sparks of electricity throughout her body.

Arthur had never felt more alive than with Helena, exploring each other's bodies. Helena rose and pushed Arthur onto the sofa, straddling and pressing her lips against his hungrily. Her hands roamed his body, claiming what was hers.

They exchanged position, and he pulled off her underwear and slid his fingers inside her, feeling the wetness and heat of her core. Helena gasped and writhed as Arthur teased her clitoris with his tongue. He wanted to take his time with her, to ensure she was thoroughly satisfied before allowing himself the same pleasure.

"I'll make sure to give you pleasurable sex, my love," Arthur whispered.

Helena groaned in response, "Yeah, I'll do the same to you, Arthur."

He slowly slid his fingers in and out of her, watching the pleasure spread across her face. He blew softly on her clit, and Helena shuddered, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He watched in rapt fascination as she responded to each touch and caress, wanting to make this last as long as humanly possible.

When he could wait no longer, he dipped his head to her pussy and began to lick and suck the soft folds, tasting her desire. Helena moaned and writhed beneath him. Her hands tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer, her hips arching off the sofa. He licked and sucked her clit, gently at first and then with increasing urgency. His fingers were still inside her, and he twisted and pushed them deeper, making Helena cry out.

"God, that feels so good," her voice was low and husky.

"Yeah, cum for me, baby."

She moaned, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

He could feel her pussy spasm around his fingers, and he gently bit down on her clit, causing her to call out his name in a breathy gasp. She came hard and fast, her hips jerking with each wave of pleasure.

Once Helena collapsed against the sofa, he slid his fingers out of her and licked them clean. He drank at her sight. "Baby, you taste so sweet."

Her naked body spread out before him, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes still glazed with her orgasm. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

Arthur held Helena back in his arms, "Let's go to my room," he said, kissing her softly.

"Sure. But first, I want to undress you. I want us naked as we go to your room," she said, smirking.

Arthur smiled, "Anything you want, love."

Helena stood up and walked over to him. Her hands roamed Arthur's body, pulling off his shirt, trailing down his body, stopping at his pants, tugging them down his legs. She knelt before him and yanked his underwear off, throwing it over her shoulder.

He stroked his cock, feeling the blood rush, watching Helena's eyes widen. Her gaze was hungry and fevered. He could feel his balls tightening, knowing he wouldn't last long. He wanted to feel her hot, wet pussy wrapped around his cock, and he wouldn't wait any longer.

Arthur lifted Helena and carried her to his bed, laying her down gently. He climbed on the bed next to her, settled between her legs, and plunged into her.

Their groans mingled, and Helena dug her nails into his shoulders. She raised her hips to meet his, crying out when he pulled out and slammed into her again.

He felt her walls tighten around his cock, and he groaned. He was so close, but he wanted to make sure that she came before he did. He slid his fingers up to her clit and began to rub it gently.

Helena whimpered, "Arthur, please. Don't make me wait. I can't take it. Please, fuck me. Make me come."

"I'm fucking you harder now, my love."

"Arthur, please," she begged, rolling her hips against his, desperately trying to get him deeper.

Arthur rubbed her clit faster, harder. He wanted to see her come, wanted to feel her pussy tighten around his cock, wanted to feel her come all over him.

Helena cried out, "I'm coming, Arthur. Oh god, I'm coming. Please don't stop, don't stop."

"Oh, oh, oh!" Helena cried out, her back arching off the bed, her hands digging into the comforter. She came hard and fast, her pussy milking his cock, trying to coax his own orgasm from him.

Arthur couldn't hold back anymore; he came deep inside Helena's pussy, clutching her to him as he rode out his orgasm. He collapsed against her, his fingers tangled in her hair, his forehead pressed against hers, their breathing erratic and ragged.

"I love you, Helena," Arthur whispered.

"I love you too, Arthur," she said.

He fell against her, his chest heaving and heart pounding as if it were trying to escape from his ribcage. She pulled him close and ran her fingers through his hair, their skin still slick with sweat. They lay there for what felt like an eternity until he finally rolled away from her with a sigh. He draped an arm around her waist, and she tucked herself under his chin.

Sleep slowly consumed them, and when they woke the following day, they found each other nestled together in the same embrace. Arthur was propped up on one elbow, looking down at Helena with such awe that she almost blushed.

His other hand gently brushed her cheek while they stared into each other's eyes. Their hearts raced faster than before, and neither could seem to pull away. They just stayed there, caressing each other's bodies and basking at the moment until the sun rose high enough to cast light into their bedroom.

"Can you stay?" Helena asked, her head resting on Arthur's chest.

"I can stay forever," Arthur gladly answered, pinching Helena's cheek.

"Don't say words you can't keep," her words were heavy.

"I always keep my word. I'm not like any other man."

"Someone said that to me before Arthur," she said sternly.

"Who? Israel?"

Helena withdrew from Arthur's arms immediately. Her eyes were raging in anger as he looked straight at Arthur.