18. Roxie
When Henry curled his hand around my neck and eased me closer, our kiss deepened. A burning passion ignited within me, and I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to explore. He tasted of wine and smelled like a hot-blooded man. I glided my hand through his thick hair and pulled him to me. My heart fluttered, and my body tingled all over.
Henry was the full package, and I wanted all he had to offer.
That wonderful thought shot delicious pulses through me.
I stepped back and lifted my dress over my head. Once again, I was grateful that I enjoyed wearing quality underwear. Standing before him in just my bra and panties, I loved watching his eyes drink me in. His tongue glided over his bottom lip, leaving a lick of moisture in its wake.
Henry stood, moved our wine glasses aside, placed his hands on my hips, lifted me onto the counter, and nestled his hips between my thighs. The glide of his hand around the back of my neck sent shivers down to my nipples.
Our lips met again, and when his other hand trailed up and down my inner thigh, I moaned. The sound was erotic, wild. I couldn’t remember another time when a man had elicited such a raw sound from my throat.
When I parted my legs further, giving Henry more access, he moaned too, and the vibration across his tongue was heavenly. Our tongues dueled in a hot race to explore each other. While his hand continued trailing up and down my inner thigh, each time drawing closer to my pussy, I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, eager to press my hands onto his flesh.
My greedy fingers fed into his open shirt, and as our kiss intensified even more, I glided my hands over his chest and drove my fingers through his coarse chest hair. His nipples were hard, like tiny pebbles, and I flicked my fingernail across the tip, drawing it out even more.
Our tongues dueled in a hot race to taste each other.
Our hands roamed, greedy to explore.
I glided my hands around his back to feel the taut muscles beneath his warm flesh; his hands cruised from my inner thighs to the sides of my waist, then carried on up to just below my bra strap.
I wanted to reach around and release my breasts from the restraint, but I remembered Henry liked to do that. He must have read my mind because he fed his fingers into my right bra cup, curled them beneath my mound, and popped my breast up over the fabric. It was a little bit uncomfortable but totally sexy when I saw the rapture in his eyes.
His brilliant blue irises were blazing with desire. Just like every ounce of my flesh.
I leaned back, placing my palms on the kitchen counter, and Henry sucked my breast into his mouth. But it wasn’t his usual gentle or controlled ministrations—this was wild.
Shivers of pleasure shot through me and pulsed at my clit.
His free hand glided to the top of my thigh, and he rubbed his thumb up my pussy. As I parted my legs further, I wished like hell I’d removed my panties.
“Take them off,” I urged.
“Soon, my sweet.”
My sweet. Never before had I heard those words, and my body liquefied at the sexy lilt in his tone.
He released my other breast, and as they wobbled above the black lace that held them in position, he shifted from breast to breast, alternating from licking to sucking at random. Henry had all the right moves, and while his mouth and one hand pleasured my breasts, the fingers on his other hand rubbed up and down the fabric over my pussy.
The anticipation of what was to come was so blissful my nipples ached.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on nothing but Henry’s touch. My breathing grew deeper. I whimpered and moaned. And delicious pulses started at my clit and tingled along my flesh until I writhed on the counter.
Finally, he unclipped my bra, freeing my breasts from the lacy constraint, and then he flung it over his shoulder. “Lay back.” He moved the wine glasses again, and as he watched me wriggle around, his gaze was like flames licking heat over my flesh.
“Okay.” I lay along the length of my kitchen counter, barely noticing the coldness on my back.
Henry cruised his fingers up my torso, leaving a tingling trail of goosebumps behind his feather-light touch. When he leaned over to sample my breast, I arched my back, offering myself to him. We moaned together, both enjoying the indulgence.
I loved how Henry took his time, savoring every glorious moment. He was like no other man I’d ever been with. It wouldn’t surprise me if he could do this all night long. I’d let him, too. With the way I felt now, all tingly and treasured, I’d offer to be his main course any day.
Henry was the master of distraction, and I’d fallen for it again when he moved up to kiss me, and he fed his hand into my panties and fingered my clit. It had been so unexpected that I just about shot off the counter with his first touch.
Firecrackers shot through me as the teasing continued. His tongue flitted from my breasts to my mouth, and his finger continued to glide up and down my pussy. I wanted to tear my panties off and spread my legs. I was ready to beg him to drive his finger inside me.
No, not just one. . . two. That twisting, driving motion he did was out of this world, and I wanted it so badly that I placed my hand over his, silently begging for it.
A groan tumbled from his lips and vibrated over my nipples, and I gasped at the new sensation. Finally, Henry granted my wish, and with an uncharacteristic display of urgency, he tugged my panties to my ankles and guided them free. He did his thing where he inhaled my scent, and then he flung them over his shoulder toward the sofa.
Henry reached up and grabbed my hand. He guided my fingers between my legs and urged me to touch myself. But I pulled back. I’d never masturbated before and had no intention of starting now.
Henry must’ve understood my unease because he returned his attention to sucking my breasts and gliding his finger up my pussy. He didn’t push his fingers inside me, though. Instead, he dragged his finger over my throbbing bud, up and down, applying pressure.
When I groaned, he reached for my hand again and gently guided it between my thighs. “Touch yourself.”
I had my eyes squeezed shut. But not wanting to disappoint him, I did as he requested. I reached down and placed the tip of my finger on my clit. It felt weird. Unsure what to do, I just left it there.
Henry placed his finger on mine and rolled it around. My bud flicked side to side, sending delicious pulses through me. When he removed his finger, I continued rolling that sweet spot. Henry, however, lowered his hand, and hoping he was about to push those lovely digits into me, I planted my feet and raised my ass off the counter.
Just the thought of what he was about to do shot an inferno of pleasure through me, building an orgasm of mammoth proportions. As I continued rolling my finger around my clit, Henry drove two fingers into my throbbing hole in that twisting driving motion that must be his signature move.
“Yes!” I screamed. My own finger ground down harder, punishing my clit like I’d never felt before. But as much as it felt weird, it also felt so fucking good.
“Oh god!” I screamed again.
His finger fucking got faster, harder. I no longer just used the tip of my finger; I ground the length of my finger along my clit in perfect timing to Henry’s plunging.
It was the most erotic moment of my life.
Sensation overload had me snapping my knees shut, trapping Henry’s fingers deep inside me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. The exquisite phenomenon had me frozen rock solid. It was shocking and mind-blowingly glorious, and I wanted it to last forever.
It seemed like an eternity before I could actually move, but the second I did, Henry finger-fucked me like never before. He guided my hand between my legs again, and my instincts took over. I rubbed my clit with greedy repetition, and Henry matched that with his own thrusts.
I cried out as my hot juices squirted from my body, over my hand, over his hand, and onto the counter. It was the most extraordinary moment of my life.
Henry had just taken me to another world.
Never again would sex be boring. Never again would I fake an orgasm. This was the way sex was meant to be—where my body lost complete control, and my mind and flesh were taken beyond this world.
Finally, he withdrew his hand, and I just lay there, gasping for breath with my mind wallowing in divine carnal bliss. Henry stepped up, and when his lips brushed against mine, I opened my eyes. “Wow.”
He just smiled, and that was all the response that was needed.
I eased up to my elbows to look down at his groin. He still had his trousers on, and if the bulge in his pants was anything to go by, he was ready to burst.
“Yeah, I need a little help.” His words were almost breathless, like he was in pain.
I pushed up to a sitting position, and he helped me down from the counter. Then, with my fingers entwined with his, I led him to my bedroom.
At the base of the bed, I turned to him and undid the button of his pants and pulled down the zipper. The heavy drill fabric fell to his ankles, and he kicked them aside. I hooked my thumbs into his navy-blue jockey shorts and tugged them to his ankles too.
Free now, I took a moment to admire his amazing physique. His mighty erection was aimed right at me, strong and proud. Just like Henry.
Anticipation sizzled between us.
Stepping up to him, I reached down and cupped his balls, feeling their weight in my palm. When I glided my hand along his rock-hard cock, he sucked the air in through his teeth like he was holding back his own release.
His pupils were huge, nearly absorbing his dazzling blue irises. Lust was etched into his handsome features, and it was an incredible aphrodisiac that had my pussy pulsing again. I continued gliding my hand along his rod, feeling the steely shaft beneath his silky flesh.
Suddenly, he stepped back with his breath hissed through his teeth, and I knew he was close. Knowing that I’d taken him to that delirious edge was a glorious thing.
Henry balled his fists and shuddered. It was a couple of heartbeats before his gaze found mine again. “You’ll have to be careful, babe. I’m close.”
Babe, oh god, I loved that. “Then you better take me.” I turned and bent over the bed; I wanted his cock deep inside me. Now.
A heartbeat later, he nudged up to me, and the heat of his body set my flesh on fire.
His left hand gripped my hip, and with his right hand, he guided the head of his cock to my opening. He flicked it up and down my pussy, and it was hot and hard and totally wicked. I bunched the bedspread in my fists, ready for the wild ride I knew was coming.
Without warning, Henry thrust forward, driving himself deep inside me.
It was fast, it was hard, and although it hurt just a little, it was fucking awesome.
With two hands clenching my hips, he pulled out to the very edge and held himself there. Waiting. Then he must’ve used his hand to glide his hot cock up and down my pussy again. I gasped at the gloriousness of it. He aimed his head at my throbbing hole again and drove himself into me.
Over and over, he plunged, and I timed my movements, rocking back and forth with his thrusts, and each time, my breasts slammed against my chest like they were clapping. My hard nipples rubbed the bedspread, adding another titillating experience.
I cried out as another orgasm spilled from my body. I shuddered through the glorious climax, and within a heartbeat, Henry released a primal groan of pleasure as his cock jerked deep inside me, releasing his own hot seed.
When he could thrust no more, he fell onto my back, and together, we eased onto my disheveled covers. He rolled me onto my side, facing away from him, and eased up behind me so we were spooning. With his naked flesh nestled against mine, I was experiencing another truly special moment.
Every moment with Henry was special.
I sighed with utter contentment.
Before long, I let my eyelids fall, and in Henry’s arms, I drifted off to sleep.
A ringing phone snapped me awake. “Sorry,” I said as I wriggled out of Henry”s embrace. Naked, I strode to the kitchen, fished my phone from my handbag, and groaned when I saw who it was. “Hey, sis.”
“Where the hell are you?”
“Oh, ummm,” I glanced at the clock over the oven and couldn’t believe it was past eight o’clock. “I took Henry back to my place.”
A small gasp filtered through the phone. “Well, we waited for you for dinner.”
“Oh no. I’m so sorry.” She clicked her tongue. “Forget it. Are you coming back tonight, then?”
I made a snap decision. “No, I think I’ll stay home tonight.”
“Right.” I could tell Priscilla wanted to say so much more. “Well, I thought you might like to know that Mom and Dad get back on the first of January. I told her we were coming to see her then.”
“Oh, okay, thank you.” There was an awkward pause, and I used the moment to try to push that impending meeting with my parents from my mind.
“When are we going to meet this guy, Henry?”
I inwardly groaned. “Soon.”
“Hmmm. Will we see you tomorrow?”
“I think so.”
“Okay then. Bye.” Priscilla ended the call.
I put the phone away and then went to the bathroom. After that, I found Henry where I’d left him, except he’d wriggled the lower half of his body beneath the bed sheet. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes. Just my sister checking up on me.”
“Sisters are like that.” I lay down so I could look at him. Henry was the first man to ever share my bed. And he was the perfect choice.
He blinked at me. “What’re you thinking?”
I cocked my head. “Is that your question of the day?”
He chuckled. “Yes. I guess so.”
I swallowed and wondered if I’d sound pathetic with my honest response. But then I recalled that Henry said he was always honest. I planned on living up to that desirable trait too. “I was just appreciating the fact that you were the man who christened my bed.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You’ve never had sex in this bed before?”
“No.”
“Well, we need to do a much better job of it then.”
I giggled as he tugged me forward.
Henry’s hands were warm and strong, and I felt my body respond to his touch immediately. He kissed me, his lips soft but demanding. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling his body press against mine.
He moved over me, his weight comforting and familiar. His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve, every sensitive spot that made me gasp and shiver with anticipation. His desire matched my own, growing with every touch, every kiss.
His fingers trailed down my body, teasing, making me ache with need. When he finally entered me, it was like coming home. We moved together, our bodies perfectly in sync, building a rhythm that took us higher and higher.
With each thrust, I felt the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped, sending waves of delicious pleasure through me. Henry followed me over the edge, his body tensing, then releasing as he found his own climax.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies still entwined, breathing heavily, basking in the afterglow. Henry brushed a strand of hair from my face and kissed me softly.
“Now that’s how you christen a bed,” he said with a grin.
I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the physical exertion. “I totally agree.”
We spent the rest of the evening in bed, talking, laughing, and making love. For the first time in a long time, I felt completely at peace. The worries and fears that had haunted me forever seemed distant, eclipsed by the joy and contentment I felt with Henry.
As the night wore on and sleep began to claim us, I snuggled into Henry’s arms, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath my cheek.
“Thank you for tonight,” I whispered.
He tightened his hold on me and kissed the top of my head. “Thank you, Roxie. For everything.”
With a smile on my lips, I closed my eyes and let sleep take me, knowing that whatever tomorrow brought with my family, I would get through it.
At least, that was the plan.