Page 83 of Mr. Broody

Yeah, I shouldn’t have volunteered for the role of buzzkill because he feels really good. Too good.

Thirty-Five

Henry

Jade feels amazing. Having her under me again, raising her hips to grind along my bulge… Jesus, I want to strip her down and plunge inside her warmth. She must be soaked. I mean, I’m hard as fucking granite right now.

It’s impossible to fight this chemistry. The need to have each other is too great for either of us to deny anymore.

She’s still my Jade, and I have to stop thinking she’s changed over the years we were apart. The girl who has always owned my heart is here with me now. All the things I love about her are still a part of her.

I drive my hips against her core, wishing there weren’t so many layers of clothing separating us. “Fuck,” I groan after stripping my lips from hers.

All the control I wanted to have with her deteriorates, and we both grasp and grip, desperate for more connection. God, I’m so damn hard. I’ve never craved anyone else like I do Jade. She’s always stripped me of my valued self-control. I shouldn’t be surprised by the way I feel right now.

Her moans drive me to kiss her deeper, grind harder, and make sure she feels every ounce of love I have for her that’s haunted me all these years. I want to mark her as mine, but she strips her mouth off mine.

“Henry,” she pants. “I need more.”

I rise up on my elbows and flick open the button of her jeans. My mouth waters as I unzip them and tug them down her legs, revealing her purple silk panties. “Fuck, Jade.”

She sits up and takes the hem of my sweater, pulling it over my head before running her fingers down my chest. “Your body is… spectacular.”

Her fingers feel spectacular, but I find the sense to strip off her sweater, revealing her matching bra. My eyes soak her in. How beautiful she is. That she’s here with me. Sometimes I can’t believe it after all those nights I spent alone in my bed, wondering where she was and what she might be doing.

“You’re gorgeous.” I slip my hand past the elastic of her panties and bend down to kiss her. “You’re so wet.”

She thrusts her tongue into my mouth, and I drag my finger through her silky wetness, stroking from her clit to her entrance. She writhes underneath me and reaches for me. Her hands run along my biceps, shifting to my forearms. I plunge a finger inside her and groan because I can’t wait to feel her slick heat surrounding my cock.

Her hips buck as I push another finger inside, stretching her while my thumb circles her clit in an easy rhythm that I know will bring her to the point where she won’t be able to fight her climax. Her hands grip my wrist as if she fears I won’t listen to her body.

“Relax, I’ve got it,” I say, and she releases her hold.

I go easy, slowing the pace to get her there. Her body sinks into the sofa, her eyes growing heavy with lust as she stares at me as though she trusts I’ll take her where she needs to go. As though I’m the only one who has mastered her wants and needs when it comes to physical pleasure. And those doubts that I’m not what she wants crumble, leaving me with the assurance that I’m her one and only just as much as she is mine.

I slip my fingers out and back in, over and over. “I missed the way your body glows when my hands are on you. I love watching you climb closer to your climax, notch by notch.”

“I missed you. Your fingers, your mouth, your control.” She rocks her hips, so I press my palm down, allowing her to grind along the heel of my hand. “Your touch.” Another rock of her hips. “Please, Henry. Now.”

I press harder on her clit with my palm, and her head falls back, eyes closed as the walls of her pussy tighten around my fingers. She’s so close. I want her to always remember the first orgasm I gave her after we got back together. Her hands grip my wrist again, and I tweak her nipple.

“Oh my god.” Every muscle in her body is strained for a few seconds until she cries out with her head arched back as she grinds against my hand. All the tension leaves her body like a wave rushing offshore, and she sinks into the couch.

I slip my fingers from her and kiss her briefly while she’s still recovering.

“I haven’t come that hard in a long time.” Her eyes pop open. “Thank you.”

I chuckle and sit up, sliding her underwear back over her mound and doing up her jeans. It’s an exercise of willpower since all I want to do is strip out of my jeans and watch myself sink into her.

“I should thank you. You just gave me great beat-off material tonight.”

“Since when do you assume I’m a selfish lover?” She gets up on her knees, and I commit this image of her to memory. Hair a little messy, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, and her breasts spilling out over the cups of her bra.

“I don’t expect payback.” I raise my hand, but her thin fingers go to my jeans, and she unbuttons them, then lowers the zipper, making sure to be gentle. “Really, Jade.”

“Hey, I missed him just as much as I missed you.” She laughs and tugs at my pants.

I help her get them off me, leaving me in only my boxer briefs. Her tongue sneaks out of her mouth and licks her top lip. That’s a fucking turn-on. Like she can’t wait to have my dick in her mouth. Shit. It’s been a long time. I need to not embarrass myself here.

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