Page 48 of A Play For The Heart
He looks at me, understanding flickering across his gaze. I expected shock or for it to be an instant turn-off, but he just nods. He pulls me in for a kiss again. This time it's gentle and full of affection. I sink into the kiss, but he leans back, breaking the kiss.
“We can go at whatever pace you need, Sawyer. We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding in, instantly feeling more comfortable. I sink into his warmth, pulling my arms away to wrap them around his chest. I lay my head on his shoulder.
“You don’t have to answer,” he starts while he mindlessly rubs his hands up and down my spine, “but what have you done? I’m not judging you; I just want to know so that we're on the same page.”
I shouldn’t be surprised with how communicative and supportive Henry is with this, but I am. While he waits for my response, he presses a kiss on my forehead.
“Honestly, not much. I’ve made out with people before but nothing more.” He basically growls at the concept I’ve kissed anyone else, the sound immediately shooting to my core.
“Tonight is about you, then. Tell me if you’re uncomfortable or need to stop. There’s no pressure to do anything you don’t want to.”
I nod, then he grabs the bottom of my thighs, lifting me into the air. I wrap my legs around him as he walks us towards my bedroom. He grips my ass in his hands, pressing me against him. I was so caught up in Henry, I hadn’t even realized we were both half-naked in the living room and Maren could come home at any moment. He walks into my room, shutting the door with his foot, then makes his way toward the bed. Gently, he places me down onto the bed, and leans over me, caging me in between his arms.
Henry kisses me again. Deeply. He shifts his knee between my thighs as he peels his lips away from mine. Agonizingly slow, he makes his way back to my breasts, nipping and sucking, causing me to gasp and arch off the bed. His hands travel lower towards the band of my sweatpants. Henry looks up at me, eyes filled with lust, his pupils large and jet black.
“Can I take these off of you?”
I nod and he grabs the band and slowly drags the sweatpants down my legs, leaving only my underwear. Thank God I had the sense to put on my nicer underwear and not a stained pair. Way to go, Sawyer. He places the sweatpants on the floor and focuses back on me.
“Absolutely stunning,” he says, his heated gaze all over my body. The compliment heats my cheeks. “Tell me if we’re moving too fast.”
Henry pulls at the waistband of my underwear, and I lift my hips as he slides them down my legs. He leans back onto his knees, slowly peeling my legs apart, baring everything to him. His hand travels down my stomach, towards the apex between my legs. As his fingers move across my skin, goosebumps break out along my skin.
His hand cups me and he grazes a finger through the lips of my heat. He releases a low growl as he feels the wetness between my legs.
“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me,” Henry’s gaze turns feral as he drags his finger up and down my slit.
Oh my god.
The dirty talk version of Henry ishot.With a capital H. I moan as he grazes over the bundle of nerves then begins to move two fingers in a circle, applying pressure right where I need it.
A whimper leaves my lips and I arch off the bed.
“God, Sawyer,” he says voice deep and full of need. My mind jumps back to my dream, but this is a million times better. And real.
So, so real.
“More,” I say, barely audible. He stops circling my clit and I whimper in protest. He chuckles, running a finger through my slit downwards. Slowly, he presses his middle finger into me. I gasp at the intrusion, my stomach muscles tightening as he begins to move in and out of me, bending his finger forward causing lightning bolts to shoot straight to my lower stomach.
His thumb begins to rub my clit while he leans down, taking my right breast into his mouth. Everything feels like sensory overload. Nothing has felt so good, but I need more. I can feel the pressure slowly rising as I begin to move against him, matching his pace. He adds another finger, continuing to circle my clit with his thumb. Henry sucks on my breast, hard, then releases it with a pop, the sound erotic.
I can feel the pressure on my lower stomach growing stronger, more intense. I’m so close. I begin riding his fingers, searching for release.
“Holy shit,” he mutters as I continue to move, lost in the sensations. I peer down at him, eyes heavy, the sight of him is unholy. His pupils are blown as he watches me, his bare chest rising and falling rapidly. “That’s it, baby.”
He thrusts his fingers in and out, faster. He curls his fingers inward, hitting the perfect spot inside me, sending tingles down my spine. His thumb grazes over my clit one more time and I explode.
“Henry,” I moan, arching off the bed as I have the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My body orbits outer space as he drags my orgasm out, continuing to pump his fingers in and out. A few moments later, my body returns to earth and my brain begins to function again.
I peel my eyelids apart and peek at Henry. He pulls me up and kisses me, the strokes of his tongue unhurried and languid. I’ve never been this vulnerable or intimate with someone, so I’m unsure of what to do now. I slowly sit up, my limbs feeling like jelly. He rises off the edge of the bed as I scoot under the covers. When he moves, I notice the bulging erection in his pants.
“Um… I can do something for you. Reciprocation and all that jazz,” I say awkwardly, throwing up jazz hands for good measure. I am not sure I have ever been more awkward or embarrassed in my life than I am at this moment.
Jazz hands? Really, Sawyer?
Henry only chuckles at the blush blooming across my cheeks, walking out of the bedroom into the kitchen. He comes back moments later, with a glass of water. Handing it to me, I take a sip. While I drink the water, he strips out of his joggers and makes his way towards the bed. I’ve seen Henry in a swimsuit before, which showed nearly as much skin, but right now just looking at him sets my skin on fire. He lifts the covers on the other side of the bed and gets comfortable under the covers.
