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She spread her legs a little more, arching her bottom up.
‘Libby.’ His voice was raw and rough. ‘Where do you need it?’
Trembling, she opened her legs wider. ‘Higher,’ she whispered.
She felt one hand massaging up her back and she almost cried out in frustration, but then his other was between her legs, his fingers stroking through her wetness.
‘Yes, yes,’ she cried, all pretence gone. His touch was fire as he circled her clit, sending sharp shocks of pleasure through her. His breath was as ragged as hers, and that only made everything hotter.
He pressed down between her shoulder blades and pushed two fingers inside her. She cried out and thrust into his hand.
‘Yes, yes, yes…’
His fingers were thick as they pumped in and out. Her orgasm was whipping inside her, desperate for an escape. She wriggled into his hand, trying to find the friction she needed.
He lay beside her, hooking his left arm under her neck and moving her onto her side, her back against his chest. He lifted her right leg up and over his, then brought his hand back to her pussy, his fingers thrusting as his thumb rubbed against her clit.
She turned her head and his lips found hers, kissing her with an intensity that took her breath away. His other hand found her breast, tugging on the nipple as she shook in his arms.
She was so close, but didn’t want to come unless he was inside her. If this was their last night together, she wanted the wave of her pleasure to break around the hardness of his cock.
She dragged her mouth away from his. ‘Please, Henry. I need you inside me.’
His fingers pulled out of her and he grabbed his jeans, rummaging in the pocket. He tore open a condom packet with his teeth and rolled it onto himself with one hand.
Then his fingers were back against her clit, the fat head of his cock at her entrance. He nipped up her neck, his arm locked around her torso as he tweaked and tugged her nipple.
She could feel his size, but he was entering her in millimetre increments and driving her to the point of insanity. She tried to push herself onto him but he held her in place, biting and sucking her neck as his fingers thrummed against her clit.
Her breath was frantic, her heart pounding. The touchpaper of her orgasm had been lit and she could do nothing but give herself over to him as the fire of pleasure burned faster and faster, brighter and brighter, racing her forward.
He thrust completely into her, and she detonated with a scream. He held her tightly, his fingers working her as his cock thrust deeply, again and again. Everything contracted within her, then exploded out in ever-expanding waves of pleasure. Nothing had ever been so earth-shattering before.
As she floated back down to an earth that was utterly changed, he slowed but didn’t stop. She opened her eyes, the corners damp as she looked down her body with him behind her; his large hand cupping the weight of her pale breast, his cock disappearing deep inside her, the tips of his fingers gently rubbing her swollen clit.
‘You’re so fucking hot,’ he growled in her ear, each word punctuated by a deep thrust.
A shiver ran through her and she angled her head back to pull his mouth to hers. He kissed her as if giving her his soul. His tongue, fingers and cock relentlessly drew out her pleasure, demanding she come again. His power was complete and she had no desire to fight it. She was molten gold, being forged anew in the fires of his passion. As the threads of her orgasm spun together, he worked her higher, stealing the breath from her lungs until she broke the kiss, crying out into the night, again and again.
He held her to him, his movements erratic as he thrust. A third orgasm was wrenched from her as he roared with his release.
‘Libby, Libby, Libby,’ he whispered, as if lost in darkness and trying to find her.
She brought his hand to her lips, kissing it as she would a holy relic. If this was indeed the end, she was going to spend the rest of their final night together worshipping him.
25
The sun rose just after half past four, but the dawn chorus had started an hour before that and sleep was impossible. Henry lay with Libby in his arms as birds chattered and squabbled above them. The nervous anxiety that always hummed at the edges of his consciousness was starting to march inwards like an army seeking to regain territory.
She doesn’t want to move in with you equals she doesn’t like you.
No, it doesn’t. There could be loads of other reasons why she turned you down.
Like… she wants the arrangement to end as per the contract when you go back to London?
Shut up.
She obviously doesn’t like you enough.
