Page 83 of Secret Love

My dick is obnoxiously hard and has been all night, but I’ve done my best to ignore it.

She needs more than sex from me tonight.

Her father sounds like a spineless prick. I haven’t heard a single decent thing about him. Normally, I’d acknowledge a dad’s part for the way his daughter turned out, but something tells me Tru is as wonderful as she is all on her own and because of her mom, Stephanie.

“Henley.” Her voice is a caress.

Her fingers glide over my chest, tracing soft tickles over my skin.

“Yes?”

“Thank you for everything tonight…today. Since the day I met you. It's not like me to jump into anything fast. And I know from what you've told me that it isn't like you either. But I think you're so special. And I'm glad you're here.” She leans up and rests her chin on my chest. “You don't have to treat me with kid gloves anymore.”

I kiss her hair.

“I just want you to be okay. I don't want you to be dealing with all this, but I know you can't help but be sad right now. And I'm here. Whatever you need.”

“I needyou,” she says, kissing my chest.

My dick is already thoroughly stirred to life, but it jolts at this new contact. Her hand reaches down and slides over me, gripping me tight.

I suck in a breath.

“Come here,” I say, pulling her on top of me.

She reaches over and pulls a box of condoms out of her nightstand. “I bought these the other day just in case this opportunity ever happened again between us.”

My hands grip her hips and I grin up at her. “As you can see, I’m ready for you.”

“It’s been distracting me since the shower…and before.”

“Sorry.” I laugh.

“No, I just thought you were never going to do anything about it.” Her smile is sweet and seductive as she leans down to kiss me between her words.

“I wouldn’t have tonight, but not because I don’t want to.” My fingers play with her nipples, and I reach up to encircle my mouth around one. “I will always want to do this when you’re anywhere near me. I want you with everything in my being.” I laugh at how emphatically I say it.

She leans down for another kiss, her breasts sending fire to my skin with the contact.

“You're so beautiful, Tru. I feel so lucky to be here with you.”

“I’m the lucky one,” she says. “Have you seen yourself? Have you been around you? You're willing to forgo sex to wash my hair…if that's not the best kind of man, I don't know what is.”

She gasps when I shift her so she's centered on top of me, her wet heat against me.

“You feel too good,” I warn her. “And I'm going to have this image burned in my brain from here on out. You on top of me like this.”

She opens the condom packet and slides it on me before positioning herself over me. And then she begins to take me so slowly, her hips undulating as I inch into her. I remain still, letting her take her time. I don't want to hurt her. My fingers glide between her legs and I rub her with just the right amount of pressure until she's so wet she sinks onto the rest of me with ease.

“I already feel so close,” she says, gasping. “How do you do that?”

“Tell me what you like,” I say. “Show me.”

“I like everything you do.”

We don't speak for a few minutes as we rock back and forth. But our eyes never lose sight of each other. I move my mouth up to her breast in a hot trail of teeth and tongue and lips, but keep the steady momentum going between her legs too. I feel how every touch of her sweet bud sends reactions inside of her, which in turn makes me feel every shift, every flutter, every squeeze. She’s so swollen and greedy for me, I fucking love it. It doesn’t take long before she throws her head back and comes so hard, it’s a challenge not to lose it right along with her. I watch her in awe.

When her body relaxes, she leans down and kisses me, her insides still gripping me tight. I flip her over so she's on her back.

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