Page 31 of Love Like Lightning

I’ve never really thought about it much, but penises can be sort of…pretty. Or maybe not pretty, but attractive? I don’t know what the word would be, but seeing him hard and already dripping precum has me ready to risk it all to get my mouth on him.

At the thought, I approach him slowly. When we’re toe to toe, his erection brushes against my stomach. I shiver at the contact and press up onto my toes to kiss him softly. When I pull back, I drop to my knees and look up at him.

Before I can put my mouth on him, he reaches a hand down and cups my cheek. He looks at me in a way that makes me feel like I could be something precious to him. Something important.

At least for the night.

“I haven’t been with anyone.” He glides his thumb over my cheek softly. “Since we were together, I mean. So I haven’t been tested again, but I’m good.”

The gentle way that he tells me has my heart stuttering in my chest. I’m tempted to ask clarifying questions. Like why? Why in the world have you not been hooking up with anyone for the last few months?

But I don’t know him well enough to ask.

Also, I’m not entirely convinced that I would be prepared for the answer.

“Same. Me too. I mean to say you were also the last person I slept with, so all systems go.”

All systems go? What in the ever-loving fuck is that supposed to mean?

Instead of questioning the bizarre way I confirmed that I too am STI free, he just smiles. Except it’s a different kind of smile.

I’ve seen quite a few of his smiles in the short time I’ve known him. There’s his wide, flirty grin. The smile that indicates he’s talking about something deeply important to him, like his business. The smile he bestows on everyone he comes into contact with because he seems to always be in a good mood and is happy to say hello to whoever he comes across.

Then there’s this smile.

It’s soft and almost sweet. But there’s an underlying fire burning behind his eyes that sets it off in a way that I can’t place. It looks like he wants to gather me up in his arms and hold me, but also fuck me into oblivion all at the same time.

I don’t know what it means. But I do know that it makes me feel heady and vulnerable. It’s thrilling and terrifying, so instead of figuring it out, I finally do what I knelt on this soft carpet to do.

Holding his stare, I dip my head so I can take him in my mouth. We both moan at the same time, him at the sensation and me at the taste of him. Carefully, he slides his hand to the back of my head, not with any pressure, but cradling me close.

I finally let my eyes slide closed, really getting into the moment. I bob my head and take him deep, swirling my tongue against his satin soft skin.

“Gia.” Henry curses when I bring my hands up to his thighs and dig my nails into his flesh.

My head swims with the scent and feel of him. The sound of his rapid breaths fills the room, and if I weren’t so determined to make this man come, I might smile.

Blowjobs haven’t always been an empowering act for me. In the past, it was something I did because I knew my boyfriend liked it. I know men in general like it. It’s always felt like something I should do because it’s good for them, not because I actually wanted to. And honestly, my exes always seemed to expect it, not that they ever cared enough about my pleasure to return the favor. I can count on one hand the number of times someone has gone down on me.

And it’s not because I don’t like it.

But I had a strong urge to get on my knees for Henry. He makes me feel so comfortable with myself that I can let myself want these things. I can let myself be vulnerable and open. Being able to do that, to explore and be sexual in a way that I haven’t in the past, is everything. There’s something incredibly hot about being with someone who makes me feel like this.

Knowing that I’m the sole reason for all the pleasure he’s feeling, the reason his breath is stuttering and his cock is swelling, is the most potent aphrodisiac I’ve ever come in contact with.

“I’m—oh God, Gia…” He trails off, and I double my efforts, using my hands on his thighs to hold him close.

I can feel him holding back, from what I’m not sure, but in the next moment he’s cursing and coming, and I swallow greedily. Taking my time, I lick and kiss him until I’m content and he’s almost shaking in the aftermath of his orgasm.

When I sit back onto my feet, I smile up at him. His eyes are wild, and his chest is heaving.

It takes him no time at all to haul me to my feet and pull me into a punishing kiss. He dips his tongue into my mouth and slides it against mine. I moan in response and wrap my arms around his shoulders to bring us flush together.

Breaking our kiss, he presses his forehead against mine. He still seems short of breath. “What do you want, Gia? My mouth? Fingers? Both? Let me make you come, and I promise when you do, I’ll be ready to fuck you the way you deserve.”

Our chests rise and fall together, hearts beating dangerously in time. His body is slick with sweat, or maybe it’s mine. We’re so close that I can feel him everywhere, although part of me thinks that I would feel him like this even if he was across the room.

“Mouth,” I answer, my mind flying to something that I’ve never done. Never asked for. My heart pounds, and a shot of anxiety tries and fails to penetrate the lusted-up energy that’s taken me over. “What would you say if I told you I wanted to sit on your face?”

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