13. Roxie
Ihad thought I’d been through some rough relationships, but what Henry went through was horrific. “What did you do?”
“I couldn’t believe it. All her bullshit about keeping the lights off, and there she was... doing it in broad daylight.”
“That’s terrible.” I twisted the ring around my middle finger.
“Sure was. I lost a good buddy, too. Stupid bastard. Anyway, he’s stuck with her now. Helen has had so much cosmetic work done she doesn’t even look like herself anymore. She’s fifty-eight, and she’s still trying to look like a thirty-year-old. I think she hates being a grandmother, too. Aging doesn’t work like that. You can’t stop your body from aging. It’s your mind and attitude that needs the most attention.”
I wished my sister had heard him say that. “I agree one hundred percent. You obviously look after yourself, though.” I prodded his bicep.
His gorgeous smile swiped all the seriousness away. “Thank you. I took up running earlier this year.”
“Huh, what made you do that?”
“Oh no, you don’t. It’s my turn for a question.”
I giggled. “True.” I shuffled back in my chair. “Okay, hit me with it.”
“Well... you know how I said my wife taught me everything?” A smile lit up his mouth and his eyes. It was a smile loaded with sexual suggestions.
“Ah huh.” My pussy actually pulsed at the anticipation.
“Would you like me to show you just how beautifully your body can sing?” His intoxicating words were the most potent of aphrodisiacs. It was like he was talking to my body rather than my mind.
“Yes.” I didn’t even hesitate. There was no need. Not if my orgasms from the last two days were any indication.
“I’d hoped you’d say that.” He reached down to his side and removed a picnic blanket from a bag. The look of mischief on his face matched that of a randy teenager.
“What are you up to?”
“You’ll see. Help me nudge the table forward a fraction.”
We moved the table and chairs aside so he could lay the picnic blanket out.
“Are we staying here?”
“Ah huh.” His grin was photo-worthy.
While he was spreading the blanket out, I glanced toward the ocean. The beach looked deserted. But then it would be easy to miss someone in this limited light.
He extinguished the lanterns in the tree. Now, the only light was from the moon glistening off the water like a thousand winking eyes. Yet there was enough light to see Henry, and when he unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it open, the moonlight carved out each defined muscle in his torso.
I licked my lips.
He removed his Santa hat, placed it on the table, and stepped forward. When he curled his hands on either side of my waist, his warmth oozed from his body. His confidence was refreshing and sexy. Intoxicating. He leaned in as if to kiss me, and I closed my eyes and waited for the moment our lips touched.
But they didn’t, and just as I was about to open my eyes, his lips brushed my neck, just below my ear. I gasped and rolled my head back, offering him the length of my throat.
He glided his tongue up my flesh and then blew his hot breath across my skin. Tiny goosebumps formed as he repeated that move. His hands bunched at the fabric of my skirt, and when he eased back, I raised my hands above my head without him asking.
He lifted the dress up and off, then curled it over the back of the chair. When his eyes returned to me, he drank in my body. Slowly. He focused his gaze from my thighs to my lips. I wanted to see his body, too. “Can you?—”
He touched his finger to my lips. “Shhh.”
“Oh.” He pushed his finger into my mouth, and I tasted the saltiness on my tongue as I sucked it. He slipped it out and glided his finger over my lips. Stepping forward, he curled his hand behind my neck, into my hair, and drew my mouth to his. This time, I didn’t close my eyes until our lips met.
He pressed his body to mine, yet even as I felt the steely bulge in his pants, his kiss remained tender. Barely touching. His tongue glided over my lip. I’d never had that sensation before, and my nipples responded to it by throbbing and hardening.
I placed my hands on his chest, but he pushed my hands back.
“Wait.”
“Oh.” Words escaped me. But my body was saying everything that needed to be said. Hungry throbs vibrated from deep inside me and pulsed to every single nerve ending. My whole body tingled, and I felt alive.
More alive than ever before.
While Henry diverted my attention by kissing my collarbone, he curled a hand behind my back, and with the flick of his fingers, he unclipped my bra. I went to remove it, and again, he glided my hands away.
But I was ready and willing to do whatever he asked.
His hands glided up my torso, slowly inching toward my breasts. The wait was agonizing bliss, and when he finally curled his hands beneath my breasts, I just about came in my pants. He bent forward. Using his teeth, he eased the lace of my bra up over my mounds. At the perfect moment, he pinched my left nipple.
“Oh.” I gasped.
Henry had all the right moves.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered in my ear, and I did. I could barely keep them open anyway.
His hot tongue, wet and slick, glided over my right nipple, and when a wisp of ocean breeze tantalized that wetness, I moaned and tilted my head back.
“Shhh,” he whispered into my neck.
“I can’t?—”
He touched his finger to my lips. “Shush.”
I bit my lip as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. At the same time, he repeated a move with his other hand that had him curling his fingers beneath my left breast and squeezing my flesh. He simultaneously pinched my bud and snapped the other nipple from his mouth. He repeated the move—curling, squeezing, pinching, sucking. Again, he did it, and just when I was expecting him to do it again, he drove his hand into my panties.
“Oh god!” I gasped.
“Shush.” He chuckled and inched back, taking his glorious hands from my body.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, Roxie, you can.”
To hear him say my name with such a sexy lilt drove me wild. If he wasn’t careful, I was about to tackle him to the ground and shove his cock deep inside me.
He waggled his finger in front of me with a cheeky grin. “Don’t even think about it.”
I blinked at him, wondering if I’d spoken that thought out loud.
He stepped forward again, but this time, he lowered to his knees in front of me. He placed his hands on my hips and paused to look up at me. His glorious eyes were only just visible in this light, yet they glinted with impassioned desire. He hooked his thumbs into my panties and began to lower them.
His control was incredible. With every other man I’d slept with, we’d been naked in about ten seconds flat. This, however, was more erotic than any frenzied reveal had ever been.
When my panties reached my ankles, I stepped out of them, and Henry raised the lacy garment to his nose and smelled them. “Yummy.” He tossed them toward the table, and I giggled when they hooked over the head of the champagne bottle.
He turned his attention back to me, and with his guidance, I parted my legs. I scratched my nails through his hair, awaiting his hot tongue that I knew was coming. Henry leaned forward and blew onto my clitoris in a long, steady stream of hot air.
I sucked in my breath as he pressed his nose to my sex and inhaled long and deep.
Henry was teaching me new moves that I would never ever have thought of.
He nudged my feet apart a fraction more, and as he glided his tongue up my pussy, he reached up and squeezed my breast. Again, he struck up a repertoire. He glided his tongue up my hot folds, around my clit, and then sucked the bud into his mouth. His fingers on my breast had a similar strategy; he cupped my breast, squeezed, and then pinched my nipple.
How on earth he could do both at once was impossible to fathom.
He was a sexual choreographer, and I was mesmerized by his moves.
My hips moved with a will of their own, and as I bent my knees and tilted my hips forward, he drove his tongue deeper into me. I found myself getting wetter. My pulse thumped in my ears, and my breaths were short and sharp. My nipples were rock-hard pebbles, and every ounce of my body hung off the glorious precipice of a mammoth climax.
I grabbed a handful of his hair as my body trembled and my knees threatened to crumble beneath me. My eyes shot open, yet I saw nothing. Shudders of exquisite pleasure pulsed from deep inside me, right up to my throbbing nipples.
A tingling heat prickled my flesh. The orgasm building inside me was set to erupt.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Henry moaned. The added vibration through my pussy just about shot me through the tree. I tried to share my concentration from one incredible aspect of this moment to another, and all the while, Henry continued gliding his fingers into me.
He increased his speed. I was on the edge.
Clenching my jaw so I didn’t cry out, my orgasm released. Every part of my world was obliterated into a thousand glorious shards of pleasure.
My insides squeezed and pulsed, riding out the waves of unparalleled pleasure that had my hot juices spilling from my body. Henry continued to drive his fingers into me, somehow knowing I had more to give. And I did. My second orgasm surprised the hell out of me, and I gasped aloud as my juices sprinkled down my thighs.
Yet Henry continued.
A third orgasm had me hitting sensation overload, and my entire body stiffened. I clutched his shoulders. I tried to snap my knees together, but he was in the way. I was lost to an astonishing sensation that took me to another world. I couldn’t breathe. Or move. Yet it was so fucking amazing I wanted to stay there forever.
Whatever had gripped me let go in a flash, and my body seemed to liquefy. At that point, Henry twisted two fingers into me, and when he withdrew them, I cried out. I no longer cared who heard. I wanted the whole world to know that Roxanne Hamilton had just had four mind-blowing orgasms.
I was on top of the world. No, I was out of this world, riding a wave of ecstasy that had me crumbling to my knees and wrapping my arms around Henry.
He squeezed me tight, and I melted into his embrace.
A blanket of utter satisfaction flooded through me. With the moon glistening off the ocean, the kiss of the breeze on my flesh, and a suave, sexy man with his arms around me, I was experiencing the best moment of my life. This was by far the best Christmas ever. Best. Christmas. Ever.
It was a long moment before I eased back. “Wow,” I said. “Next time you see your ex-wife, can you thank her for me?”
Henry burst out laughing. “I bet there aren’t too many men who get told that.”
“I guess not.” I smiled at him. But once again, Henry had put my pleasure before his, and when I glanced down at his groin, I thought I noticed a dark stain on the front of his shorts.
He saw me looking and shrugged. “You do that to me.”
“I’m sorry.”
He reached up and cupped my cheek. “Don’t be sorry, Roxie. Watching you come is the most incredible thing in the world. Not too many women know how to release like that. I’m glad you do.”
The way he said it had me wondering just how many women he’d been with. But then I quickly realized I didn’t care. What mattered was that he was there with me, and that made me the luckiest woman in the world.
I grinned. “It just means we need another date.”
He chuckled. “Absolutely.” Henry’s expression was the picture of a satisfied man.