We ended up fucking. It was twice better than I'd expected, and I wasn't shy to describe it to Henry in detail. He pretended not to be amused, but he forgets that I know him so intimately. I can tell whatever makes him upset before he starts to fume. It was night-time and neither of us felt like sleeping; not yet.
"This was how it went down," I said to him before starting my narration:
Deon opened his bedroom door for me and I wasted no time undoing the buttons of my jeans and pushing it down my waist. I wore nothing else underneath; that seemed to knock some surprise into his eyes.
"You're missing your panties," he said.
"I didn't think I would be needing them coming here." I shoved my jeans down my knees and bent forward over his bed, and twerked my bare bottom at him. "I hope you know how to hit hard," I said, glancing over my shoulder at him.
Deon grinned as he then shoved his sweatpants down his knees to reveal his hard-on. "You needn't worry. Hard is how I love to fuck."
He advanced toward me, stroking his cock while he did.