Page 55 of When We Were More
“Are you going to invite me in?”
I step aside and nod.
He walks over the threshold to the wooden floors in my foyer. He’s still in what he was wearing earlier, and I look like a scrub. It was intentional to keep me from going over to his house. I’m wearing yoga tights and the old college sweatshirt I stole from Joe. He closes the door and kicks off his shoes, all without taking his eyes off me.
“It didn’t work, tiger. It made things worse for me.”
“Me too.” I peer up at him through hooded eyes, feeling almost drugged by the tension in the air. “Should we try it again? Maybe it wasn’t long enough…”
“I don’t think that’s it, but I’m willing to give it a try.” God, he looks sexy with that grin on his face.
He takes my hand and leads me into the living room to my couch. He sits and tugs me toward him. Oh, my God, is he trying to pull me onto his lap?
“Sit,” he growls. His hands are on my hips now, pulling me nearer to him.
I resist. “No, I’m too?—”
“Don’t you dare say too heavy, Matilda. You are perfect.” His eyes bore into mine. I see no hint of insincerity there. “Sit. Please.” His voice is gentler now, as if he’s aware of how nervous I am.
“Like, straddle you?” I choke out. “Or wrap my legs around you?” Now I’m practically whispering, and heat rises in my cheeks.
“However, you want, as long as this part of you—” he keeps his hand on the front of my hips but takes his thumbs and runs them down my body, stopping inches from my center “—is touching that part of me.” He glances down at a very obvious erection pressing against his jeans. I don’t mean to, but I moan. Then he gently uses his hands on my hips to guide me onto his lap.
I choose to wrap my legs around him, and when his body contacts my pelvis, the sensations it causes in my body are phenomenal. I lean my head back and groan. Henry takes the opportunity and shifts forward, kissing me on my exposed neck.
“Oh, God. That’s so nice, Henry.”
He chuckles. “I’m just getting started. If you want me to, if you’ll let me, I plan to show your body pleasure until you can’t take anymore.”
My heart pounds in my chest. I lift my head and tilt back to look into his eyes.
“Henry, it’s been a long time for me and…” I can’t hold his gaze, so I lower mine.
He puts two fingers under my chin and gently lifts it until our eyes meet. He brushes his fingertips over my cheek and then tucks my hair behind my ear.
“And what, Matilda? There’s nothing you could say that would make me not want you.”
I swallow past the lump in my throat. “It’s been a while, and even though I was married, I don’t have a lot of experience. My ex was usually in a rush. I’m probably very… very vanilla.”
He smiles at me, and it’s beautiful and sexy at the same time. “First of all, what a dumbass he was not to take the time to worship this body of yours. To not appreciate it and show you all the ways you can feel amazing.” He cups my cheek with one hand and moves the other lower. I’m not sure what he’s doing until pleasure consumes me as he brushes his thumb across my nipple, over my shirt. “We’re going to rectify that tonight. But before we do, I have two rules. Okay?”
“What are they?” I can barely get the words out as I’m distracted by him playing with my nipple. He goes from the gentlest touch to squeezing with exactly the right amount of pressure, and then he does this rolling thing between his fingers. It feels wonderful. Add in the fact that I’ve unconsciously started rubbing my core across his firm cock, and I nearly come undone.
“You don’t insult your body or put yourself down, and you never, ever, bring that prick up again when I’m about to fuck you.”
Holy shit, did he really say that? My lower belly quivers.
“You’re about to fuck me?” I whisper.
He leans forward and places a soft kiss at the side of my mouth.
“I am. I’m about to do a lot of things to you.”
He brushes his lips over mine and presses a kiss to the other side. I don’t know what possesses me, but I lean into his mouth and slide the tip of my tongue along the seam between his lips. That’s all it takes to set him off. His mouth presses against my lips, and his tongue dances with mine as a hand weaves into my hair. The other hand, the one he’s been using to play with my nipple, now cups my breast under my sweatshirt, and his thumb strokes lines across the sensitive skin.
I waste no time in sliding my hands up under his shirt. I have to touch his skin or I’m sure I’ll die. When my hand meets the hard planes of his chest and ab muscles, I grow even more turned on. I imagine that these muscles will help hold him over me while he fucks me. The thought makes my core ache.
He continues to kiss me but backs off long enough to rasp out, “Off,” as he grips my sweatshirt by the sides and lifts it over my head. When it’s off and tossed to the side, he pulls back and looks at me.
