Page 57 of When We Were More
“Can we go to your bedroom?” He whispers.
I nod and move to get off him, but he grips me behind my thighs and stands in one fluid motion. He carries me to the stepslike I weigh nothing. Christ, he’s strong. He makes me feel sexy. When we’re at the steps, I squirm to get down.
“No.” His tone leaves no question, but I’m sure he can’t manage to carry me up these stairs. Apparently, I’m wrong because he does, with ease.
“First room on the left,” I tell him.
The door is open, and we walk through it to the bed. He takes care as he lays me down, then he stands, grasps my pants and underpants in his hands, and pulls them off me in one fell swoop. He stares down at my center and slides a finger between my folds. A groan escapes him as he does.
“So fucking gorgeous and so damn wet for me, tiger.”
I watch as he gets to his knees, then he grips me right above my ass with both hands and pulls me to the edge of the bed. The bed I nearly fly off of when his mouth presses sensual kisses to my skin. When he licks me from my entrance to my clit, I rise off the bed. He chuckles against my pussy and uses a hand on my lower belly to guide me back down. He spends the next several minutes edging me close to an orgasm, only to pull away at the last second. It seems like an eternity.
I lean up on my elbows and stare down at him. “Damn it, Henry. Make me come!”
He grins. “You’re ready?”
“I’m beyond ready,” I whine. “Please.”
“Okay, baby. Lay back down. I’m about to show you that you have a G-spot.”
I recline again, and his mouth is on me again. I’m panting but manage to get my words out. “Don’t be disappointed if you can’t find?—”
Holy shit! Henry’s mouth is still on me, and his finger or fingers, who even cares how many, are inside me. I’m feeling something I’veneverexperienced before, and it’s amazing.
Henry lifts his mouth off me, and I open my eyes to see him watching me. With his fingers still inside me, his thumb from his other hand places gentle pressure on my clit. “Do you still think you don’t have a G-spot?”
I can’t even speak, so I shake my head.
“Good, now come for me. Let me see how stunning you are with your pussy quivering on my fingers, and then I’m going to fuck?—”
I hear nothing else he says because my body explodes in overwhelming pleasure. I buck and twist, and it’s a miracle he can keep his fingers on and in me. But somehow, he does. When I can finally see straight again, I need him inside me. Now.
I sit up and go for his pants button and zipper. I push his pants down so fast I’ve even impressed myself.
“Please, Henry. Now. I need your cock in me now.” I watch as his eyes dilate, then he steps out of his jeans and pulls a condom out of the pocket before tossing them to the side.
I nearly salivate as I watch him roll the condom down his thick cock. When he’s done and he brings it to my entrance, he goes slow. In my desperation, I lift my pelvis, attempting to push him into me faster, deeper. He groans.
“I’m trying to go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No. Not slow. Please.”
“Matilda,” he growls.
“Now, Henry.”
He stares at me for a second, then gives me everything. Yes, there’s a hint of pain, yet so much pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, Matilda. Jesus Christ, you feel fucking amazing. You’re so tight.”
Over the next few minutes, Henry adjusts his pace and depth. He even changes his angle at times. When he finds the perfect position, he seems aware of it, probably from my response, and he stays there. Pounding into me.
“Harder, faster,” I beg.
He obliges and, when I’m not expecting it, he places a thumb on my clit and another orgasm roars out of me with blinding pleasure. It seems like it lasts forever, and as it wanes, he comes, moaning with his release.
Holy hell. I never had any idea sex could be like this.
