Page 91 of When We Were More
“She’s beautiful, Henry. I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted?—”
“Damnit, Matilda. I. Do. Not. Want. Her. Yes, she’s objectively attractive, but you’re fuckingstunning.I still don’t understand how you don’t see it. I’m always going to choose you. Always. Even if you don’t want me, there will be no one else.”
My eyes burn with hot tears that want to fall.
“Henry, what are we doing here? This is… it’s?—”
“I mean it, tiger. You take my breath away.” I stiffen as the memory of her telling me he had a nickname for her, too, floods back into the forefront of my mind.
“Did you call her kitten?” I hate that my insecurities are noticeable from my shaking voice. Henry rears his head back and gapes at me.
“What?” His forehead wrinkles in confusion.
“She told me you called her ‘kitten.’Did you?”
I assume he’s going to accuse me of being jealous or ridiculous, but he doesn’t. Instead, his eyes soften, and he leans forward and kisses me on the forehead. Then he pulls away and gazes at me again.
“I promise you that I never had a nickname for her. Not for any woman before you.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “Sorry I asked.”
“Hey, don’t ever be sorry for getting what you need from me. If you need to ask me a million questions, go ahead. But know that the first time I saw you, I knew I’d never see another woman more gorgeous than you for the rest of my life. I’ve never met someone who instantly captivated me like you did. It’s you, Matilda. It will always be you?—”
I don’t let him finish and silence him with my mouth. The kiss is cautious, hesitant at first, but then it explodes into more. So much more as we both kiss each other like it will be the last time.
Maybe it will be. I force the thoughts and concerns out of my mind.
Before I know it, I’m straddling Henry, and my hands have found their way into his hair. I weave my fingers through the thick, dark strands, and he moans.As if it’s no effort, he holds me under my thighs and stands. He walks toward the stairs leading to my bedroom, and since he needs his eyes right now, I rest my head on his shoulder to keep from kissing him.
When we get to my bedroom, he gently places me on the bed, then peels off the T-shirt I was sleeping in. It leaves me bare except for my panties. They’re nothing special—pastel cotton,plain old everyday underwear. Yet, Henry stares at my body in a way that makes me feel like I’m everything he wants. He gently pushes me back to lie on the bed and crawls over me.
“You’re so beautiful, tiger. So, so gorgeous.” His fingers are now barely touching my nipples, but it’s driving me wild, and I arch my back in response. I groan when he pulls his hands away and lifts his shirt over his head.Seeing his lean, sculpted chest makes me want my mouth on it. I don’t get a chance, though, because he’s off the bed before I can move. I’m disappointed at first, but then I realize he’s taking his pants and boxer briefs off.I can’t tear my eyes from him.
“I like how you’re looking at me, Matilda.”
He takes his large hand and wraps it around his hard cock, stroking it a few times. A moan escapes me. The desire to have him in my mouth consumes me.I roll toward the edge of the bed and take what I want.
I love the feel of the smooth flesh as it slides between my lips, and I take him as far into my throat as I’m able. A deep moan escapes him. He lets me repeat this a few times, then pulls back and tilts my head to peer up at him.
“That’s amazing, baby. But if you keep doing that, I’m going to come down your pretty throat.” He runs his fingers along the front of my throat as he says it.“As much as I’m dying to do that, there’s too much else I want to do to you to let that happen this soon.”
With that, Henry lays me back on the bed and follows to lie next to me. At first, we kiss while our hands roam over each other’s bodies. He shifts a little, and his hard length presses against my core, eliciting a whimper. I’m dying for him to be inside me. I feel his smile against my mouth, and then he pulls away from my lips to trail kisses down my neck, working his way to my collarbone. When he makes it to my breasts, he cups one in his hand, and his warm lips wrap around my nipple onthe other side. It drives me wild as his tongue swirls along the sensitive skin. When he bites down slightly—which he knows I love—he groans in response to my hips bucking up, trying to get more of him touching more of me. He pulls his mouth away and fixes his gaze on me. It’s heated.
“Are you ready for me, Matilda? Wet for me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
Holding himself up over me with one arm, he reaches down between my legs with the other hand.
When his finger slides between my folds, he moans loudly.
“Fuck. You’resoaked.”
He uses the tip of a finger to trace my clit. I’m dying as I wait for him to enter me.
“Henry, please. Now.”
A sexy smile crosses his face as he maintains our eye contact. He moves his hand to his cock and guides it to my entrance. I press my head into the pillows and look at the ceiling as he fills me. God, it’s perfect having him inside me again.
