I encouraged him to raise his knees.
Slowly and methodically, I opened him. Showed him how my touch felt.
When I nailed his prostate, he grinned and rolled his eyes back.
I donned the condom, slathered myself with lube, and lined myself up.
Henry met my gaze.
Slowly, inch by delicious inch, I eased myself in. I watched his every facial reaction—judging when to slow down and when to go just a little bit deeper.
He exhaled. “I need…”
“Yeah, baby, I know. Just be patient.”
“Okay.”
And so I continued to slide into him.
And he continued to accept the intrusion with grace and strength.
When I was fully seated, I blinked.
He nodded.
I began to move. The lube eased the slide in and out as I slowly chased the laziest orgasm in the world. Once I’d established a rhythm that worked for him, I took him in hand.
He jerked at my touch.
I cocked my head.
He nodded. Then pulled me down for another deep kiss.
From there, we just needed to follow nature’s course. I managed to get him off just moments before I tipped over the cliff myself. I soared high above before lightly easing into a soft landing.
Our gazes met.
I brushed the tears streaking down Henry’s cheeks. I understood. This wasn’t physical pain. This was the realization of what he’d been missing. Of what he could now have.
Scratching at the door had me jerking and pulling out abruptly.
Henry sucked in a breath.
“Oh, crap. Sorry.”
He smiled beatifically. “Let Zeus in.”
Which meant we were done for the night, which was totally fine with me, but I’d stocked up on bones. I planned to use all of them for Zeus as I took my fill of Henry.
I don’t think it’ll ever be enough.
That thought hit me as I knotted off the condom. I rose, dropped the thing in the trashcan, then ambled over to let my pooch in.
He bounded over to the bed and landed squarely on Henry’s chest.
The large manoofed.
I headed into the bathroom. Moments later, after having cleaned myself, I returned to do the same for Henry. I managed to do a passable job while Zeus continued to demand attention.