Chapter 43
Forty-Three
Tabitha
Wild.
Bonkers.
Crazy.
This climax grabs hold of me and yanks me through a spiral of nerves and sensations.
I’m flying. Except I’m not.
I’m drowning in the bed. Except I’m not.
My whole body is throbbing, throbbing, throbbing…
And Henry is licking me.
There.
I yearn for his dick inside me.
My pussy feels so empty.
So vacant.
And as I come down from the high of the orgasm, all I want is completion.
“God, you’re hot,” he growls against my flesh. “So fucking beautiful, Tabitha.”
Then his tongue is at it again, licking, probing. He stops every couple of seconds, nibbles on the flesh of my ass. Then he goes back to work.
He moves forward then, away from my ass, kissing the small of my back and then upward, to my shoulder blades. He sucks on my neck again, and I know he’s leaving a bruise. I want the bruise. I haven’t had a hickey since junior high, but I don’t care.
I want it.
“Are you ready?” he whispers against my ear.
“Always,” I say on a sigh.
He slides onto his side and pulls me against him, spoon style. His cock is between my legs, its warm length sliding through my folds. I’m so wet. So wet and ready.
“I’m going to fuck you slowly, Tabitha. I want you to feel me. Every part of me. Every part of me inside every part of you.”
He pulls me into him, lifting one thigh slightly and then…
He glides inside me in a slow hard thrust.
“God, Henry…” I breathe out.
“Yeah. Pretty amazing,” he rasps. “It’s taking every ounce of my control not to drill into you right now.”
“Do it,” I say between gritted teeth. “Do it. Please.”
“Not yet.” He slides his tongue over my ear. “Let me just feel you. Feel the sensation of being inside you.”
His words…
They slide over me like sweet honey drizzled over vanilla ice cream.
For a minute, I wish I could stay this way forever. That I could love Henry the way I want to, and that he loved me back.
I push my ass backward, trying to push him deeper inside me. I want to crawl into his skin with him, truly become him.
I let out a long sigh.
He withdraws. I whimper at the loss, but then he’s inside me again after another long slow thrust.
He pulls out again slowly. Slides back in.
Sounds come from my throat. Maybe some words too. I make no sense of any of it. I don’t have to. Sense isn’t necessary here. Only desire, emotion, raw feeling. Logic doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except Henry inside me.
Again he pulls out, and again he pushes back in.
Slowly, slowly, slowly…
“Fuck, Tabitha,” he grits out.
“I know,” I say. “I know.”
“I want so much to take you. To jam my cock inside you and release.”
“Please,” I say. “Do it. I need you to do it.”
He rolls us both over so he’s on top of me. He grips my hips, pulls me to my knees, and this time…
This time…
He plunges into me so forcefully that I feel him in my heart.