Page 87 of A Play For The Heart
“Henry,” I moan, head tipped back from the sensation.
“That’s it, come for me.”
The command sends me over the edge, my orgasm rolling through me. My back arches off the bed and I grab onto Henry's hair to prevent myself from shooting into orbit. He continues to thrust his fingers in and out as I ride out the orgasm. A millennium later, I can breathe semi-normally again.
He lifts me, kissing me. I can taste myself on his lips, and he groans as I slide my hand into his pants, gripping him. I stroke him a few times before he stands, pulling his boxers down his legs. I watch as he wobbles trying to get out of them.
I hold back a laugh, but he notices. He gives me a look, a promise that I’m going to regret that. The thought heats me further. I rise from the bed to help him. He places a hand on my shoulder, leaning his weight to shimmy one side off, then the other. I grab his waist, guiding him towards the bed, then push him back so he’s leaning against the headboard. Following him, I lift one leg over his hip, straddling him.
His erection prods against my thigh and I grind against him, the remnants of my orgasm coating him. Grabbing him, I stroke him a few times before I lift my hips and line him up to my entrance.
“I’m on the pill,” I say, waiting for him to make the decision. If he wants to wear a condom, that’s fine. But considering I’ve never slept with anyone but him, I’m clean. And I want to feel him inside me. Bare.
“Are you sure?” he asks. Even after what I said, he still wants to check in to make sure it’s something I want. Love burns bright in my chest.
I nod, snapping whatever is holding Henry back. He devours me in a kiss and with a small shifting of my hips, he thrusts into me. I lower my hips, inch by inch, reveling in the way he fills me. I go slowly, allowing myself to adjust to the stretch. A moment later, he’s fully inside me.
His hands hold onto my hips, his grip tight. I rise, then unhurriedly move back down, riding him. As I move up and down, I can feel Henry's composure slipping. I’m purposefully moving slowly, building him up.
“Sawyer,” Henry groans.
I grind forward, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone. A moan leaves my mouth. The sound has Henry twitching inside me. His hips start to match me thrust for thrust, both of us moving in sync with each other. He leans his head down, taking my breast into his mouth. I lean into him, my hands moving to his thighs for leverage.
Moving with a new sense of urgency, Henry begins to move faster and faster. As he pulls my nipple between his teeth, I feel the pressure in my stomach continuing to grow. Two more deep thrusts and I can feel myself tightening around him. The orgasm rips through me, blurring my vision. I lean forward, biting his shoulder to muffle my moans as the sensation rolls through my body.
He drives into me a few more times before he follows me. One final thrust and I feel him cum inside me. He continues to drive into me, extending both our orgasms. We sit like that, our breaths ragged as we recover.
He glances down at the small bite mark I left on his shoulder. “I’m tattooing that to my body.”
I sluggishly slap his chest, his chest vibrating with laughter. “You will not.” That would be horribly embarrassing. I can imagine the questions his teammates will ask about his singular tattoo. Of the bite mark I accidentally left.
I feel boneless, my whole body loose from the two magnificent orgasms. Grabbing Henry's hand, I help him to his feet. He’s clearly feeling the same as I am. He’s basically dead weight as we shuffle to the bathroom.
“Thanks,” he mutters as I help him into the shower.
Honestly, I have no idea how he’s been showering on his own for the past few weeks. The image of him sitting in one of those plastic shower chairs pops into my mind and I bite down on my lip to hold in the bubble of laughter forming in my chest.
“Let’s get you clean,” I say with a small laugh.
After I help Henry stay standing in the shower, then take one myself, the two of us venture out of my bedroom for something to eat. After our make-up sex this morning, I’m starving. If I’m this hungry, Henry must be even worse.
The last few weeks haven’t been the greatest, which means I have zero food in the fridge. I’m prepared to shove a piece of toast at Henry to hold him over, then move as quickly as possible to a diner for food. However, the feast covering the counter stops me in my tracks.
The sight of the food in the kitchen makes my mouth water. The kitchen island is covered with bagels and different types of cream cheese. There’s a plate of bacon and eggs with orange juice and coffee. I swing my head towards Henry, looking for an explanation, except he looks as confused as I am and one second away from devouring the entire plate of eggs.
Both of us stare at the food, unsure if we are allowed to eat anything. It’s enough food to feed a small country, meaning it's most likely Maren’s. My initial thought is that she is having people over, except it's Monday and she has work.
Thinking of Maren must summon her as she wanders out from her bedroom, dressed for work. The number of science-themed shirts she has is insane. Today, she’s rocking one that has the anatomy of some sort of fish. It's honestly kind of badass.
“Eat up, you two. Gotta replenish the lost energy,” she says with a wink as she swipes an everything bagel and puts chive cream cheese on it.
My cheeks immediately heat. The idea that she heard us this morning makes me want to curl into a ball and hide like an armadillo. But it also led to this feast, so maybe it’s not that bad. Where I look embarrassed, Henry looks at Maren with heart eyes.
“I think I love you,” Henry mumbles at Maren, reaching for a bagel.
I slap Henry's arm, causing him to flinch and drop the bagel. His head swings towards me, eyes wide in shock.
“What the hell was that for?” he asks, grabbing the bagel again and holding on for dear life like I might snatch that from him next.
