Chapter 15 #3
I nod, breathless, watching him pull my pants from my legs and throw them across the room before guiding me back down onto the couch and pushing my legs open, dropping to his knees in front of me. “I’m gonna lick this pussy clean, and then you’re going to bed before I take things too far.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t trust myself not to, and you deserve better than that.” He peers up at me from the floor. “We both do. This is different with you, Elodie.”
Even though I want to argue with him, I know he’s right.
With the way I’m feeling right now, I’d probably let this man do anything he wants to me, but that’s not the smart way to approach this shift in our dynamic.
And he’s right that this is different—everything about my connection with him is surreal.
“Okay,” I answer him as he drops his nose to my underwear and presses his face against me.
“Fuck, El. I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Yes, please. God, Henley. Touch me.”
He looks up at me, his head still between my legs and the sight alone of him in this position is almost enough to make me come. My body is shaking, my underwear drenched from my arousal, and I know without a doubt that this orgasm is going to come on fast.
At least I hope. Sometimes I’ve had trouble arriving, especially during oral and I don’t want to disappoint him. My knees start to close as my mind spirals, but Henley presses them open wider.
“Get out of your head, Elodie. Trust me, okay? I know how to make you feel good. Put that other shit out of your mind. Stay in the moment with me, sweetheart.”
My chest loosens from his words. “Okay.”
He reaches for the strings at my hips and slowly slides my underwear down my legs, baring me to him. “Fuck, you’re dripping. You’re eager for this, aren’t you?”
“Yes. I—I’ve been waiting for you to touch me again.”
“Then let me take care of you. Let me stroke every inch of you with my tongue and make you fall apart.” With his eyes locked on mine, he makes one long swipe through my slit and I moan embarrassingly loud. “Fuck, you taste incredible.”
“God, don’t stop, Henley.”
He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks it inside his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he continues to watch me.
Our eyes are focused on nothing but each other, making this one of the most intimate sexual experiences of my life.
There’s something about watching him feast on my pussy that has me wondering if this is even happening, yet again.
But then I feel him release my clit and lick me slowly, exploring my flesh with his tongue while sliding two fingers inside of me and my back arches off of the couch, forcing me to break eye contact for the first time since his mouth descended upon me.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear you. Ride my fingers and face so I can smell you long after we’re done.”
It’s his words that make me realize that my hips are grinding against him and my moans are loud, so loud that I’m afraid I’ll wake the baby.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I bury my hand in his hair and watch him again, his eyes closed now.
“Don’t get quiet on me, El.”
“I don’t want to wake Remy.”
Henley freezes for a minute. “Good point, but still, I’d better hear you fall apart for me.”
“Keep doing that then,” I reply as he slides his fingers in and out of me, his tongue moving slowly against my clit, his pace so perfect that my orgasm is arriving surprisingly quickly.
“Tell me what you need. Does this feel good?” he asks as his tongue circles my clit again in a torturous pace, and he curls his fingers inside of me, rubbing me softly in the perfect spot.
“So good.”
“So sexy,” he mumbles against me. “So fucking drenched.” He leans back and pushes one hand into his shorts, fisting his rock-hard erection, stroking himself before putting his mouth back on me. “That’s it, sweetheart. Your pussy is gripping my fingers so tight.”
An embarrassing moan leaves my lips again, but Henley keeps his pace, flicking my clit while fingering me and stroking himself, the wet sounds of our bodies making my orgasm arrive at record speed.
“I—I’m—I’m gonna come,” I cry out, clapping a hand over my mouth to stifle the sounds tearing out of me.
“Fuck. Fuck!” Henley groans against me as he thrusts into the couch, pushing himself into me further and continuing to lap at me as my orgasm rips through my body.
When I finally feel it start to subside, Henley’s head is resting on my inner thigh, his chest heaving as he struggles to breathe. “Jesus, Elodie.”
“Henley…” My eyes are closed, my legs wide open, and my body limp and spent.
He peers up at me as I look back down at him, and that smile of his is back. “I fucking came in my pants again, woman.”
“What?” The word bursts out on a laugh, even as heat rushes to my cheeks, but I’m not sure if he’s joking or not.
When he stands, he confirms he was telling the truth with the wet spot on the front of his athletic shorts. “Twice in a week…”
Licking my lips, I drop my eyes to his crotch and then back up. “Well, the only way to prevent that is to finish on me or in me next time. Your choice.”
Henley growls as he closes his eyes and looks away from me. “God, I knew you were trouble.”
And in this moment, I couldn’t agree more—except I’m not trouble, I’m in trouble—because with each passing day, I’m falling harder and harder for Henley Clark.
***
“How are you feeling right now?” I ask Henley as he cruises on the highway toward Charlotte. We just finished dropping off Remy to Carol and Nick, and the clench of his jaw hasn’t left since we did.
“I feel like I’m missing a body part.”
Trying not to laugh at his turmoil, I reach out and stroke his arm. “It definitely feels weird without her here.”
“I know I’ll relax more once we get to the stadium, but leaving her was a lot harder than I thought it would be.”
“You leave her with me to go to work all the time,” I counter, trying to help him through his struggle.
“Yeah, but I know I’ll see her at the end of the day. I won’t see her tonight after the game. I won’t get to read to her.” Suddenly, he starts laughing. “Fucking Rhonan.”
“Okay…That was a weird time to bring him up.”
He leans back against his seat more, his hand still draped over the top of the steering wheel as his lips curl up into a lopsided grin.
“The first night I had Remy, he told me how he tries to never miss an opportunity to read to Ellis. I thought he was crazy because she’s five.
It’s not like she’s going to remember if he missed reading to her for a night.
” Shaking his head, he continues, “And now here I am, feeling guilty because I’m going to miss one night of reading to Remy, and she’s four and a half months old. ”
I rub his shoulder. “That guilt doesn’t mean you aren’t a good father, Henley. Trust me, you are. That little girl is so lucky to have you, but you’re right. She won’t remember this night, so don’t beat yourself up too much.”
He casts his gaze over to me for a split second, reaching for my hand on his shoulder and then bringing it to his lips, kissing the top of it. “I wouldn’t be half of the father I am now if it weren’t for you, El.”
Cue the heart-eyed emoji.
“Yes, you would be. I’m beginning to think that your role as a father is something you avoided, but you were actually meant for.”
His smile falls, but he nods. “I honestly can barely remember my life before you and Remy came into it, and part of me is glad.” He blows out a breath. “Fuck, it feels good to admit that.”
“Anything else you want to admit to me while you’re on a roll?”
He huffs out a laugh. “Is that your way of telling me that it’s time to use my words again?”
I shrug, twisting in my seat to face him a bit more. “Maybe.”
Henley grows quiet for a beat. “What do you want to know?”
I decide to ask him something that’s been weighing on my mind. “You said you’ve never been in a relationship before, but does that mean that you’ve never had feelings for a woman before either?”
I can see the tick in his jaw as he contemplates his reply.
“I mean, nothing that made me question things like you do.” My pulse spikes, but I don’t say anything—because at least he’s being honest about where he’s at with me, which only makes my impending decisions about my life mount themselves on my chest more.
“There were a few girls in high school that I thought I was falling for. Cara was the first. We were juniors and she was a cheerleader. I actually lost my virginity to her,” he says, chuckling at the memory.
“But we never labeled our relationship. One day at lunch, she mentioned wanting to go to college in California, ironically enough, and that’s when I decided that she was leaving, so there was no reason to grow attached to her. ”
“Leave before you get left.” God, sounds like our situation.
“Exactly. Then after high school, I was hooking up with another girl. She got really into smoking pot, like it became her entire personality. And look—who am I to judge a grown adult for how they choose to live their life or take off the edge? But after what I witnessed with my parents and drugs and how quickly that all spiraled, that was the last thing I wanted in my life, so I dumped her.”
“No one after her then?”
He shakes his head. “Nope. No one worth mentioning, anyway.”
“And then after you got injured and recuperated, you…”
“Focused on doing something with my life. That’s when I started working at the lodge, and I told myself that I didn’t have time for a relationship.”
“Do you still feel that way?” I ask wearily.
He glances at me again, putting his eyes back on the road after only a few seconds. “No.”
And that one word was all I needed to hear from him.
***
“I can’t believe they’re not gonna call pass interference on that!” Rhonan tosses his hands in the air as he stares down at the field from our box suite. “Even Fletcher is asking the refs for the call!”