30. “Earned It” - The Weeknd #2
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers into my hair.
He wraps my leg around his waist and pumps his fingers even harder. My body clenches around them, and the hot ball of need in me expands even further.
“Undo my pants, baby,” Henry says.
I comply with shaking hands. I manage to get his trousers and boxers pulled down and his very eager erection freed. I stroke it with both hands, coaxing moans from his lips. “Oh god, keep doing that and this will all be over way too soon.”
I smile and rub circles around his tip, and he hisses through his teeth. “Condom.”
I reach for the wallet I know he keeps in his back pocket and fish one of the foil packets from it. I’m happy to note they have been in there long enough to have become slightly crinkled, but not so long they’ve expired. He wasn’t lying about me being the last woman he’s been with.
His hand is still busy stroking my core, bringing me to the precipice of a bliss so good I’m scared to tumble over it. Working together, we manage to get the condom on. Shield firmly in place, he turns back to me with a dark gaze that swirls my stomach in circles.
“I want to fuck you so badly.”
I whimper against his mouth, no longer capable of stringing together sentences.
He slowly slides his fingers out of me, and I whine at the loss of him. But before I can mourn it too long, he drags my underwear down to the floor, then grabs me with both hands and lifts. I wrap my legs around him, and he slowly lowers me onto himself inch by inch.
The feeling is so incredible that I couldn’t hold back my cry if I wanted to. Once he’s fully planted inside of me, his eyes nearly roll back into his head. I shift against him, trying to find friction, but he holds me in place against him.
“Just give me a second to enjoy this,” he says breathlessly.
After what feels like an eternity, he starts walking toward the bed. This creates a whole new world of sensations, and I moan, my head thrown back like I’m starring in a porn movie. He chuckles appreciatively and nibbles his way up my neck.
Once we reach the bed, he gently lowers me onto it without losing an inch of space inside. I am dying for more of him. He scoots me up until I’m resting on the pillows. He pushes himself up on his hands so there’s a big gap between our bodies down to the seam of connection.
The angle here is incredible. He pulls back until I’m afraid I’ll lose him entirely, but then he plunges home, and this time it’s my eyes that roll back in my head. He grins wolfishly and does it again. I want to stroke his chest so badly, but my hands are too busy clutching the sheets.
Henry slams into me again and again, stoking the fire into a raging blaze that will consume us both soon. Supporting himself on one hand, he reaches down with the other to massage my clit. I cry out again, and he continues rubbing circles until I’m a blubbering mess.
Seconds later, a volcano of an orgasm tears through me, causing his to start as well. He falls on top of me, no longer able to hold it back. When it’s over, we lie there panting as though we’ve just run a marathon.
He pushes up onto his arms and looks down at me with a sweet smile. My heart jumps and does a pirouette in the air. This man loves me. I hush the niggling doubt that tries to weasel its way to the surface.
I stroke my fingers lazily up and down his chest. “I missed the feel of your skin,” I say.
“Feel me up, baby.”
I eagerly devour his bare body with my hands. He swoops them up a few seconds later, pinning my wrists above my head with his own hand while the other gently kneads my breast.
“My turn,” he growls.
“That’s not fair. You get a longer turn.”
“Of course it’s fair. I’m in charge.”
“Why do you get to be in charge?” I give him a pout.
“Because me in charge turns you on.”
I can’t argue with that. Allowing him to lead is the biggest aphrodisiac. I squirm beneath him as he licks and sucks on my nipple.
“Hold still,” he admonishes, before resuming.
Several orgasms later, we’re still lying on the bed, my head on his chest as he gently runs his fingers through my hair. Sunlight streams through the curtains and gives the whole thing a dreamy quality.
I can barely keep my eyes open, but I manage to say, “I wanna get one.”
His hands continue stroking my hair. “One what?”
“A tattoo.”
His fingers halt where they’ve become entwined in my strands. “Words I never thought I’d hear from your mouth.”
“You have one marking you as mine. I want to be marked as yours.”
The breath rushes past his lips. “Fuck, Celia.”
“Where should I put it?” I peer up at him and blink slowly, more from exhaustion than an attempt at flirting.
“Where should you— God, baby. I’m not choosing a spot for you to brand yourself.”
“Why not? You’ve branded me with your mouth often enough.”
“That was different. Temporary,” he growls.
I draw lazy circles on his chest, tracing his tattoos. “Please? Where do you want to be reminded that I belong to you, body and soul?”
He groans and tightens his fingers in my hair. “My first pick is that spot behind your ear.” As though I need reminding of its location, he nuzzles it. “But that’s too public. You have an appearance to keep up.”
“Appearances be damned. I’ll get one there if that’s what you want.”
He shakes his head and slides down next to me. “I have something much more private in mind.”
My muscles turn to jelly as he begins exploring my body like it’s a treasure map. Finally, his mouth settles on the sensitive spot by my right hip bone. He gives it a gentle bite, and I start to unravel once again.
“Right here,” he says, switching to a caress. “This is where you can proclaim yourself mine.”