15. Henry
15
HENRY
“ Y ou’re miserable?” I growled against her ear as she ground down on me.
I moved my hand over to tug down on her other bra cup. Her tit popped out, spilling into my hand, and I didn’t wait to hold and caress the generous mound. Not giving her a chance to answer, I quickly kissed her harder until she leaned back. Encouraging her to shift to her side gave me the opening I needed to twist.
As she leaned down, falling onto the bed, I maneuvered so I hovered over her. Kissing her as she lowered, I braced my weight over her with one hand on either side of her mostly bare body.
“Miserable in wanting you,” she replied breathily. She framed my face, kissing me back, until she lowered her hands to tug at my shirt.
“I’ve wanted you for so fucking long, Mia.” I reared back to pull my shirt off. Letting her get a long look at me, appreciation evident in her lusty stare on my chest, I crawled backward. I shoved my shorts and boxers down, stripping without the sexy grace she’d shown me in her little private dance. Before she could reach out for my dick, though, I inched backward until I gripped her panties.
She wasn’t idle. Arching her back up, she hurried to unclasp her bra. As soon as she did, she cupped her tits and played with her nipples, rubbing them with her thumbs. “I bet I’ve wanted you longer.”
I chuckled, a gritty, deep sound as I continued lower. Once I was on my knees, I dipped down to bring my face toward her pussy. Her legs were splayed open. She was bare for me, glistening with cream and all for my taking, but I pushed on her thighs to get her to widen more. I rubbed my thumb over an oval birthmark high on her leg, near her hip, looking forward to when I could kiss every bare inch of her slender, athletic body. The plans I had for this woman. The fantasies I looked forward to fulfilling. Forever wouldn’t be enough with her.
“Are we going to argue about who’s wanted the other longer?” I pressed a deep kiss to her entrance. “Or would you rather me do something else with my mouth?”
“Oh, fuck yes.” She moaned, keeping it quiet, as she pushed up at my face. Writhing and shaking, she met my lips and sighed. Each time I lapped at her, she dropped her legs wider apart. Then when I dove my tongue into her slick heat, she arched her hips up for more of my touch.
I ate at her without pause, reveling in the sexy sounds she likely kept quiet in case Jason could wake up and hear us. I cherished the way she wasn’t afraid or shy to show me what she wanted. She’d dragged one hand from her breasts to push on the back of my head. Keeping me where she needed me, she gripped my hair and tugged on the strands.
If she didn’t come soon, I’d lose my load. Reaching down low, I fisted my cock to stem the pending rush to come. She was too much. Tasted too sweet. Sounded too sexy. And she moved like a siren, taunting me to surrender to the need for release.
“Henry!” she cried out, then clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound.
The scent of sex hung in the air, and as she came, tensing and dripping with juices, I licked her up until the flutters and trembles began to fade.
Yes. Finally. I crawled up, wiping the back of my hand over my mouth to clean up a bit as I grinned down at her.
She was exquisite, her hair wild and splayed all over the bed, her eyes hooded with satisfaction, her breasts rising and falling quickly as she strained to catch her breath.
“I’ve dreamed about having you.” I made room for myself between her legs and pushed the head of my cock at her entrance. “Like this.”
She nodded, moaning. “Me too.”
“I’ve got no right.” I growled as her pussy sucked me in. Just the head was in, stretching her tightness, and I knew I had to go slow to savor the sensation of her gloving me so well. “No business wanting you like this.”
She shook her head, staring at me with need. “We don’t. But it’s just this one time.”
What the fuck? No. I wanted to protest. How could she possibly limit this pull between us, this feral magnetism that drew us close?
“One time,” she suggested. “To get this out of our system.”
The hell with that. I was only an inch or two into her, and already, I was looking forward to doing this many, many times with her. “Yeah,” I lied, wondering if she was rambling this nonsense as a way to justify it to herself that we should surrender.
I couldn’t explain why I was so drawn to her. I doubted she could, either. All that mattered was that we were mutually ready to act on this chemistry.
And we did.
“Plea—”
I didn’t let her finish begging. I pushed in, wedging my cock deep within her. One long, steady shove inside stretched her to accept me. She gasped, smiling as soon as she adjusted to the fullness of me deep in her.
“Don’t stop,” she requested.
I didn’t. Back and forth, I rammed into her. Her breasts swayed, jiggling with the force of my thrusts. In and out, I stuffed my dick deep inside her sweet tightness. She reached for me, pulling me down until I could kiss her. With my tongue stroking along hers, we rocked and found a perfect rhythm together. She’d danced for me, but now, we danced as one on the bed.
It didn’t take her long to come, clenching around me as she let out a sexy-as-hell moan. Again, she had to be muffled, too loud to not wake Jason across the apartment. I covered her mouth this time, kissing her so hard, so soundly, so hungrily, that the press of her lips to mine pushed me to follow her in an orgasm.
I shot my load, flooding her with my hot cum. Tingles built at the base of my spine, and with a tension in my chest that snapped from the rush of coming, I pounded into her once, then twice. Finding my release with her felt too damn good. I was floating, lazy and sated, so spent and exhausted from finally reaching this point of euphoria with her. Years of waiting. Months of yearning. Days and nights of dreaming and wishing. They all came to an end now, with both of us caving to our desire to make love.
Because there wasn’t a chance in hell that wasn’t what this was. Love. I wasn’t so gullible to lose my head over a woman just from a hot, satisfying fuck. This was Mia, the only one I wanted as a partner to grow old with.
But first, before I could think of how to express that sentiment to her with something other than slow, tender kisses like I gave her now, I had to figure out how to explain to her, once and for all, that she was so much more than “just an employee”.