Chapter 4 #3
“That’s my girl,” he said, withdrawing a little slowly, moaning with pleasure at that caress, and then penetrating me vigorously again.
“Faster, please,” I begged, needing him to continue thrusting.
And, without stopping, he began to move in and out of my body.
His thrusts were increasingly stronger and faster, and I followed the rhythm because my body moved uncontrollably.
Again I began to feel that sensation of fullness growing inside me, that sensation I had only felt that same night and which was indescribable.
“Come again for me,” he whispered between gasps.
And the orgasm hit me, splitting me like lightning and completely unraveling my body, which wouldn’t stop convulsing.
My tremors transported Henry, and he exploded inside me, shouting my name before becoming motionless with his forehead resting against mine.
Our irregular breathing and the accelerated rhythm of our hearts were the demonstration of the pleasure we had just experienced.
Henry still had his eyes closed and his forehead pressed against mine, and I couldn’t believe what I had just experienced with him.
When he raised his head to look at me, what I saw made me shudder; he was looking at me with what seemed like the most overwhelming feeling, but surely my mind, clouded by pleasure, was misinterpreting it.
Without taking his eyes off me, he lowered his face to my lips and kissed them with incredible sweetness.
With delicacy, he withdrew from inside me, removed the condom, and lay down beside me, embracing me and pulling me close to his body.
“I’ve never felt this kind of pleasure before. You are fucking beautiful, sensual, fiery, and passionate. If I wasn’t concerned about whether doing it again might hurt you, I would bury myself inside you once more. With each second I want you more,” he said, kissing me on the lips.
Had he really said he’d never felt such pleasure before? My heart began to beat at a dizzying pace.
“How do you feel?”
“Wonderful,” I responded with a smile.
“Does it hurt? Forgive the questions, but I’ve never been with...”
“I’m fine,” I interrupted him, not needing him to throw his experience in my face. “I feel a little burning, nothing more.”
“Then maybe it’s better if we wait a bit.”
I sat up in bed and the first thing I saw was a small bloodstain on the sheets.
“I’ll have to change the sheets.”
Henry looked where I was looking and then looked back at me.
“Dalina, I don’t want you to be with anyone else, I won’t share you.”
“I suppose that means I won’t be sharing you either,” I stated.
He nodded.
“Can I ask something?” I asked.
He nodded again in silence.
“From what I understood, in previous relationships you neither offered nor asked for fidelity, right?”
“That’s right, but keep in mind that I’ve never been involved with a woman beyond the bedroom, as I told you before, I’m not interested in commitment.”
“Why are you asking me for fidelity?”
“Do you want to be with other men?” he asked, and I could glimpse a certain anxiety awaiting my answer.
“I didn’t say that, I’m just surprised that you’ve changed your way of thinking.”
“I suppose it’s because only I have had the pleasure of being inside you and I don’t want to share that. I never imagined that your choosing me would flatter me so much and make me feel so possessive of you.”
It wasn’t the answer I was expecting, nor was it romantic in any way.
I probably felt so good with him that I had hoped for something more sentimental, but that was my problem alone because he had never promised me anything.
It wasn’t that I was in love with him either, I just liked him a lot, and the fact that he had been my first made him a special person.
Whatever happened with him, I was sure I would never forget Henry Woollardy.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” he said. I saw him pick up the condom he had left on the floor and then head to the en-suite bathroom.
While he was in there, I put on a robe and changed the bloodstained sheet. I didn’t plan to sleep naked, so I went to the closet and looked for a short, sensual nightgown to put on after I used the bathroom.
“You can come back to bed, I’ve already changed the sheet,” I said when he returned to the room, but when I noticed his surprised look, I immediately regretted it.
He was probably one of those men who flee from their temporary companion’s bed after sex, so I hurried to correct my mistake: “if you want to stay a while longer.”
“I can stay,” he affirmed, and then asked: “Do you mind if I stay all night?”
“I’ve never slept with anyone, I might move around a lot in bed and be annoying, but the bed is quite large.”
“Okay, I’ll stay,” he said casually, “but I don’t plan to sleep away from your body, so try not to move.”
“And you try not to snore, that really is annoying.”
“I don’t snore,” he stated, getting into bed and looking at me with a mischievous smile.
“If you do, I’ll make you move to the living room couch.”
“As the hostess, that would reflect very poorly on you,” he said, still laughing.
“Okay, I have another solution. If you snore, I’ll call reception and ask for a room for you. How does that sound, champ?”
Henry began to laugh and looked at me with amusement. I was glad that after what had happened between us, we could still have relaxed conversations because it helped me to feel more at ease and act more naturally.
“I don’t accept that. I already told you my intention is to sleep pressed against that sensual body of yours because, besides, in a few hours I’m going to take you to heaven again,” he said, raising and lowering his eyebrows.
“Look how I’ve gotten just thinking about it,” he added, pointing to his erection.
I picked up a pillow that had fallen to the floor and threw it straight at his head. He laughed with amusement. Then I turned and entered the bathroom, hearing his laughter and smiling—he had a contagious laugh.
A few minutes later, my smile vanished.
It seemed to me that this moment we would share lying together, and I’m not talking about sex, but literally sleeping, was one of the most intimate moments a couple could have.
I started to think that maybe he didn’t want to experience it with me and that he might feel obligated to stay because he had seen the blood and feared I would feel uncomfortable.
That thought began to torture me a little; I didn’t want him to feel obligated to anything.
I had given myself to him out of desire and by my own decision.
The problem is that we aren’t masters of our thoughts, and once they take hold, it’s difficult to get rid of them.
It was like having an internal dialogue.
When I realized how much time had passed, several minutes had gone by, and I was stuck going around the same idea.
Most of the time, without realizing it, we become our own worst enemies, because I left the bathroom convinced that I had to say something to persuade him that it wasn’t necessary for him to stay with me.
Henry was sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard and seemed thoughtful, and the question he asked only reinforced my idea: Henry didn't feel comfortable staying, he was only doing it for me.
“You took quite a while, are you feeling okay?”
I approached the bed and sat down beside him. He looked at me seriously.
“Henry, you don’t need to stay. I assure you I’m fine. Let’s be clear, I know you never sleep with the women you have sex with...”
“With none of them,” he interrupted.
“I understand that clearly because you told me at some point, and also from what you’ve said, I assume you do this because you think sleeping implies some kind of commitment or that the person you had sex with might get confused or...”
“Don’t continue,” he said, placing a finger on my lips.
“I don’t feel obligated by anything. I can see you’re fine, in fact, I think you’re very, very fine,” he said, looking me up and down.
“I’m staying because I want to. It’s true that I don’t usually sleep with anyone, but things between us are clear and with you I want to do it.
If we find we’re not comfortable, we won’t do it again, it’s simple. ”
“I just want you to know that I don’t mind at all if you leave. When I mentioned staying over, I said it without thinking, it seemed logical given the time, but I can understand if you want to go, I assure you.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
“No, but I don’t want you to stay out of obligation or guilt.”
“Guilt? Why would I feel guilty?” he asked, surprised.
“I don’t know, you tell me,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
“I don’t feel it, I never felt it. If that were the case, I wouldn’t have even suggested you sleep with me.
What I feel is lust, an uncontrollable desire that I can’t control.
I think you haven’t realized yet what you awaken in me.
I can’t hide that every time I’m near you, very strong sensations are unleashed in me.
You drive me crazy and right now I want to enjoy your body again,” he stated, and leaned over me and took possession of my mouth.
And yes, it was a kiss loaded with desire that sought more. I knew it, he knew it. His tongue caressed mine, which responded with the same passion. It was like a hurricane that swept everything away, but the damage that hurricane would cause, I couldn’t yet know and couldn’t even imagine.
“How do you feel? Because I want to be inside you again,” he said, between kisses.
“I want to do it,” I responded, kissing him with the same intensity that he was kissing me.