Page 33 of Assistant to the Assassin

Last time I was with a guy, he took one look at my stretch marks and made a face of disgust—they’re red and long, kind of raised. I’ve always been a big girl, even as a kid, and it’s something that’s taken a while for me to love about myself. But even though I’ve learned to love myself, part of me has worried that it would be hard to find someone else to love my body as well as I do.

I knew that Henry wouldn’t have any sort of negative reaction towards my body, though. His expression is even more hungry than it was before, and instead of aiming his attention at my boobs like any other guy would, he leans forward and places a kiss on naval, making me break out in goosebumps.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, B,” he says against my skin, grazing his lips along each individual mark, placing kisses as he goes. I didn’t think it was possible to love him any more than I already did, but he’s proving me wrong.

He starts trailing kisses up my abdomen until he’s at my chest, and an involuntary moan slips from my lips as his mouth locks around my right nipple. He sucks it into his mouth, palming the other in his hand, then he gently bites down, and I arch into him, begging for more. He switches to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment he gave the other, and I feel the hand not palming my breast slipping down to the waistband of my sweatpants.

He pulls away from my chest enough to look into my eyes, and his lips curve into a grin as he slides his fingers down to the seem of my pussy, gently tracing my labia and purposefully evading my clit, teasing me.

“You’re already wet for me, Beth,” he gruffly murmurs, keeping his gaze locked to mine. “Do you want my fingers? My tongue?”

“Whatever you’re willing to give me,” I pant, arching into his touch, hoping his hand will graze my clit, but he’s still being a tease.

He leans forward until our mouths are centimeters apart, then the pad of his finger finds my clit. I suck in a breath as he starts to circle it. “Since this is our first date, and I want to do this right, I won’t do any more than this. But tomorrow, when the training is done and we have time for ourselves, I’m going to spend the entire night worshipping this pussy.”

“Please,” I whine, frustrated and horny and impatient.

“Please what?” he asks innocently. “Do you want to come?”

He increases speed on my clit, making me whimper as I respond, “Yes.”

He grins, continuing to circle my clit with his thumb while he inserts his middle finger inside of me, crooking it so that he rubs my G-spot. This is the first time I’ve ever seen a guy know about the clit and the G-spot. It’s honestly impressive.

“Come for me, B,” he whispers, grazing his lips with mine. “Come for me.”

I begin rocking against his fingers, increasing the pressure, and with a slightly embarrassing moan, I come on his fingers, which don’t stop their movements for even a moment until I’ve completely come down from the high. Only then does he retract his hand from my pants, and without breaking eye contact with me, sucks my release off of his fingers.

“Holy shit,” I murmur, letting out an incredulous laugh. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard, especially not with a guy.

“I’ve dreamt of you coming on my fingers so many times, Beth,” he admits, gently kissing my mouth. “But that was better than any fantasy I could ever have conjured up in my mind.”

I look down between us and see the raging boner he’s sporting. “Need some help with that?”

He shakes his head, caressing my jaw with his hand. “I’ll survive until tomorrow. Tonight was all about you.”

I collapse my weight on his lap, forcing his constricted erection to rub against me. “But what if I want to make you come too? I’ve waited a long time to have you completely at my mercy.”

He groans as I gently grind my hips into his. “I’m at no one’s mercy. Not even yours.”

I chuckle at that, reaching down into the waistband of his pants just like he did for me, and when I grab on to his cock, he hisses through his teeth, leaning his head back against the couch cushion.

“You were saying?” I ask sweetly, starting to stroke him from base to tip, keeping my pressure tight. From the way his hips are lightly bucking up into my hand, I’d say he’s enjoying himself.

“You’re such a bossy little brat,” he grits out.

“Oh, is that so? Last time you said that you mentioned something about spanking me.”

His eyes are blazing infernos as they stare into mine. “Would you like that?”

My stomach flutters at the idea. “Maybe I would.”

His smile is near predatory. “What else would you like me to do to you, Beth?”

I think I like this side of him. I start stroking him a little harder, reaching down with my other hand to grab his balls. I fondle them and cup them, trying to keep my movements with both hands at the same pace.

“Anything you like, Henry. I’m willing to try anything once,” I whisper tantalizingly.

That bold statement is enough to send H over the edge; with a grunt, he comes over my hand, his chest heaving and his lips parted in a near snarl. He looks so unkempt, so unlike his usual stiff and cold manner. As I wipe up his release with my shirt, and I preen with the knowledge that I made him drop his mask.

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