Page 36 of Leave Before I Love You
“Fuck, Avery. Your pussy is even more incredible than I imagined it would be.”
“Henry.”
“Mhmm,” he groans. “Say my name again, baby.”
“Henry.”
“Fuck yes,” he says against me, his tongue working a circle around my clit before flicking my center and sucking.
As incredible as this feels, and as much as I’d love to come, what I need the most is to feel him inside me.
“Henry, you can eat me out later, I promise. But please, right now, I want you inside me.”
He looks up at me, his mouth and beard wet from the taste of me, and I nearly swoon at the heat in his eyes. His voice is rough and almost hoarse as he says, “I just realized I don’t have a condom.”
“I don’t care.”
“Avery…” He starts to shake his head, but I cut him off before he can say anything stupid.
“I don’t,” I say, my voice hoarse with need. “Pull out before you come if you want, but I have to feel you inside me.”
He searches my face, my eyes, and I wait with bated breath for his next move.
And I just about shriek in pure, unadulterated excitement and relief when he eventually nods, climbing back over my body and looking me right in the eyes again. There’s a burn of power between us and then a flicker of change as he hands it over to me completely. “You’re in control. If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.”
I laugh. “There’s no fucking chance I’m telling you to stop.”
Ignoring me and my rambling, he leans back enough to maneuver himself and shucks his pants and shirt what feels like painfully slowly.
His muscles flex, and I find myself mesmerized by the sight of it all. When he removes his boxer briefs, his rigid length standing at attention, a thrill of excitement rolls through me.
He’s beautiful. Every freaking inch of him, from the top of his head to the tip of his toes.
“Let me know if it hurts,” he whispers, climbing back on top of me now that he’s naked.
I nod, and his hands find the sides of my face and settle, cradling me with more care than I’ve ever experienced in my life. Our worlds have narrowed to this moment, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. My life at home is noisy; this is comfortable silence.
Henry’s movements are measured as he lines us up and pushes inside me. He takes his time, taking it inch by inch in an effort to give me time to acclimate. It’s an invasion unlike any other, but I’m surprised at my body’s willing acceptance and, more than that, greediness.
For every little bit he gives, I become desperate for more.
When he seats himself fully, my eyes fall closed in contentment. For the first time since we got here, I feel true peace.
He kisses one eyelid and then the other, and I rub gently at the skin of his back with my fingernails, breathing in each other. WhenI’m ready, I test moving my hips to release just a little bit of him before pushing him back inside.
It’s so delicious, I can’t help but moan.
Henry sinks his face into my neck and repeats the motion, and my breath stutters.
“MyGod.”
He nods against my skin, his voice a coarse whisper. “Tell me about it.”
Little by little, he picks up the tempo into a slow rhythm, and I wrap my limbs so tight around him I’d swear my body is making a bid for absorption. He doesn’t seem to mind, even when it makes it more difficult for him to move, and I grab at his face as a pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced builds inside me.
I’ve orgasmed—plenty—but this feels like a thousand times that.
Henry’s breathing becomes more and more erratic as his own climax approaches, and I claw at his back and thrust my hips with the desperation to take myself over the cliff before he pulls out.
