Chapter 42
Forty-Two
Henry
I can’t stop looking at her.
She’s flushed pink all over, her breasts swollen, her inner thighs shining. My dick is rock hard, and though I’m dying to plunge inside her and fuck her, I hold myself in check.
This is what she deserves.
I’ve been selfish. So damned self-absorbed. For months now, I’ve been focusing on nothing but my own needs, especially the last two days, where Tabitha is concerned.
But I have one last chance to show her I’m more than just a guy who slakes his own desires.
God, her luscious nipples. They’re pink and erect, the areolas scrunched up tightly. Her belly is flat with the perfect amount of curve, and her shaved pussy is making me insane.
How easy it would be to yank her legs apart and thrust inside.
Fuck…
I give my dick a couple hard pulls.
Now it’s time to kiss her whole body. I slide my fingers over one leg to the bottom of her foot.
She giggles.
“Ticklish?” I ask.
“A little.”
I gently begin to massage her foot. I may not have been to massage therapist school or whatever, but I’ll show her I can relax her just as well as that wedding date of hers.
I dig my thumbs into the arch of her foot.
“Oh…” she groans.
“Feel good?”
“You have no idea.”
I resist the urge to ask if I’m better than her date. I’ve never considered myself in competition with other men. The problem is that Stephen was probably the best-looking man at the wedding. And the wedding was full of good-looking Steel dudes. That really pisses me off.
But I’m not so bad myself, and Tabitha doesn’t strike me as the kind of woman who cares about looks over everything else.
I hope not, anyway.
Hell, she’s here with me. She could have gone home with him. Who the hell would turn her down? No one in his right mind.
I kiss the top of her big toe while I continue the massage.
A soft moan rumbles from her throat, and she closes her eyes.
I’m tempted to tell her to open them, to watch everything I do to her. But I don’t want to demand anything. All I’ve done so far is make demands of her.
Tonight will be different. Tonight is about her pleasure. And if she wants to open her eyes, she will.
I spend several more minutes massaging her feet until she’s relaxed but not overly relaxed. I don’t want her to fall asleep on me.
Once I’m done rubbing them, I kiss the tops of both her feet and then her ankles, working my way up her calves to her knees, her thighs.
I move past her gorgeous pussy and kiss her soft belly.
Her flesh is like silk under my lips and tongue. I lick. I kiss. I nip. I nibble. Touching as I go, caressing her curvy belly and then her beautiful breasts.
Those hard nipples beckon. Each breast fits perfectly in my palm, and then…finally… I take one nipple between my lips.
Tabitha sucks in a breath and arches her back.
“You like that, amber?”
“God, yes. Suck my nipples. Please.”
I will. I’ll do everything she wants. But I’ll do it slowly. I suck lightly on one nipple and gently run my fingers over the other.
“More,” she sighs.
I suck harder, but only slightly. Then I release the nipple and kiss it—one, two, three times. I flick my tongue over and around it and then kiss her areola, the top of her breast, all while still very lightly caressing the other nipple.
She arches her back again. Raises her hips. Yes, I know what she wants. I want it too, more than she could possibly imagine.
But damn it, I will be strong.
I take the nipple between my lips once more, this time tugging harder. Her response is a soft gasp. I suck again, again, again. This time I pinch the other nipple lightly.
Another soft gasp.
It spurs me on. I can’t help myself. I touch her clit only lightly but then slide down farther to feel her wetness.
I’m as hard as I’ve ever been. And I ache for release.
But I won’t fuck her. Not yet.
I go back to her breasts. Kiss one nipple while working the other with my fingers.
She arches, her hips rising.
She’s so ready for me. I inhale the tangy scent of her and then force myself to concentrate on her breasts.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I rasp out against her sweet flesh.
She sighs.
Fuck. Every sound she makes drives me further and further toward the edge.
No.
I’ll stay strong.
But I need those lips. I leave her gorgeous tits and slide my tongue into her mouth.
I love everything about kissing Tabitha—the taste of her mouth, the feel of her tongue, the smoothness of her teeth, the way she responds to me, leans into me, so that our mouths seem like one.
My erection dangles between her thighs. It takes every ounce of strength I possess not to shove it inside her. I slide it through the slick folds, ready to—
No.
I move away and break the kiss.
“Henry?”
“Easy, amber.” I flip her over, take a gander at her impressive ass. “I haven’t kissed the rest of you yet.”
I gaze at her then. Her perfect ass, her shapely legs, her blond hair now a mass of waves. Her milky shoulders, her sexy back—everything about her is perfect.
For a moment, I imagine the two of us with little blond children.
No.
Fuck.
Time to get back to tonight.
Because tonight is all we have.
I draw in a breath.
Take your time, Henry.
Her neck, oh yes, her neck. Soft and silky and milky. I kiss her, lick her, give her tiny nips with my teeth. Then I move upward slightly, tug on her earlobe, and then slide my tongue inside her ear.
“Oh!”
Yeah, there we go. I remove my tongue and bite her lobe, not gently.
Another “Oh!”
She pushes her hips against me.
And my cock is ready, so ready.
I clamp my lips to her shoulder and suck, trying to ease the ache in my dick.
I suck hard.
Yeah, I’ll mark her. Mark her as mine.
She’s not mine, and the mark won’t last forever, but I need to do it.
I need to do it now.
I suck her flesh as hard as I can. Hickeys are for high schoolers, but damn…
I let go and then lick and kiss the area to soothe it while I glide my fingers down her sides. She’s so soft, like the finest silk.
I move off her and continue caressing. Her back, her thighs, her perfect ass.
Her tight asshole is too much to resist. I touch it gently, massage it.
She squirms at that. “Henry…”
“Easy. Just touching you.”
“No. I mean…yes. It feels good. Really good.”
I dip below into her pussy to get some lube and then return to her hole, massaging.
Was Stephen’s massage this good?
Hell, if he came anywhere near her like this I’ll pummel him into the next century.
I gaze over her sweet ass, imagining the possibilities.
If only I could…
No.
Too soon.
Anal takes trust, and Tabitha doesn’t know me well enough to trust me. Hell, if I were her, I wouldn’t trust me after the way I’ve acted. After the way I’ve taken her the last three times.
I continue the massage while I kiss the cheeks of her ass, give her little nips.
“Tabitha…”
“Hmm…?” she says dreamily.
“Has anyone been inside this tight little ass?”
She pauses. “Mmm…no.”
“Are you…”
I don’t finish.
That’s too much to ask.
Way too much.
“Move your knees forward,” I tell her.
I stare for a moment at her gorgeous ass splayed out before me.
Then I grip her hips, spread her cheeks, and I slide my tongue between them.
“Henry…”
“I want to make you feel good, amber.”
“It does feel good, but I don’t want to…”
“Have anal? I know that. But that doesn’t mean I can’t give you the rim job of a lifetime.”
I wait for her to say no.
She doesn’t.
Thank God.
My dick is throbbing now.
I slither my tongue between her cheeks again, lubing up her little hole. She moans beneath me.
I make my tongue rigid then, into a point, and I slightly nudge into her hole.
She gasps beneath me, but she doesn’t stop me. So I continue. Massage the hole with my tongue and then slightly probe the center.
“Henry! Oh my God. It feels… It feels…”
And she shatters.
An orgasm.
From a rimming.
Damn, I’m good.