Chapter 4 #4
He took off my nightgown and laid me down on the bed, removed my underwear and his, and knelt between my legs.
Without taking his eyes off me, he lifted one of my legs and began leaving a trail of kisses from my calf upward.
When he finished with one leg, he took the other and followed the same path, but this time he stayed between my legs and devoted all his attention to my sex.
I couldn’t stop moving, the sensations were overwhelming and intense.
And that moment of sublime pleasure to which I could become addicted arrived, and the brutal orgasm made me scream and convulse without control of my body.
“My God, you’re so sweet,” he said, licking his lips.
He positioned himself between my legs while I looked at him with blurry vision from what I had experienced seconds before and emitted muffled sighs. Henry had already put on the condom and began to penetrate me, this time he did it forcefully, letting out a deep, strong groan.
“Being inside you is fucking paradise,” he exclaimed.
He continued thrusting forcefully and increasingly faster while his moans and mine created a sensual chorus.
That pleasurable sensation didn’t recede; on the contrary, it grew, and seeing Henry writhe and moan with pleasure caused that sudden and accumulated discharge to arrive like a release, and the rhythmic contractions I was experiencing made me surrender to that indescribable pleasure.
Henry shouted, a hoarse and exciting shout, thrust a couple more times, and fell on top of me completely undone.
“Goood, this pleasure is out of this world,” he said against my neck.
Hearing that made my heart beat faster, if that was possible, because it was already racing. My fears due to inexperience began to fade away, and I felt powerful.
Henry looked into my eyes and kissed me sweetly.
“Is it always like this?” I asked, breathless, and kissing his cheek.
“You always experience pleasure, but I assure you I’ve never felt what I feel with you, it’s impressive.”
“It was for me too.”
“And let it be clear that you’re only going to continue experiencing it with me,” he clarified, seriously. “Don’t get any ideas about wanting to experience it with other people.”
“And what if I wanted to?” I questioned, just to test him.
He placed his hands on either side of my body to raise himself and look at me seriously.
“No, absolutely not. I won’t allow you to be with anyone else, only I have rights over this sculptural body. If you have needs and I’m not with you, call me at any time and I’ll come...”
I interrupted him with my laughter. I began to laugh uncontrollably, imagining the situation he was describing.
It was very funny to imagine myself calling him in the middle of the night or at noon and him rushing out at any hour to give me pleasure.
It was a completely implausible situation. How crazy!
Henry looked at me seriously, but then he also started to laugh.
“I was serious, why are you laughing?”
“It’s just that…I can’t imagine you…running through the streets to come…give me pleasure,” I said, between laughs.
“Of course I would.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Maybe, but I only do crazy things for you,” he affirmed.
That surprised me, but I forced myself not to overthink it. I stopped laughing, looked at him and lunged for his mouth, kissing him with all the emotion I felt in that moment. When we separated, he was looking at me with surprise reflected on his handsome face.
“Agreed, only with you. And remember that it has to be reciprocal, champ.”
“That’s fair,” he said, smiling, gave me a soft kiss on the lips and withdrew from my body.
I woke up feeling something holding me down.
When I was able to open my eyes, I found Henry embracing me with his arms and legs.
He was sleeping peacefully with his face buried in my hair and hugging me from behind, his chest pressed against my back and one of his legs over mine.
If I had wanted to get out, it would have been impossible.
But the truth was that it felt so good that I had no intention of leaving this beautiful prison.
It was comfortable and warm and made me feel protected.
I looked at the clock, it was eight-thirty on Sunday morning, so I figured we could still sleep a little longer.
I snuggled closer to his body, closed my eyes and once again surrendered to sleep.
I was awakened by my phone’s ringtone. Henry was still sleeping and wasn’t holding me so tightly, so, performing all kinds of acrobatics, I got up and went to the living room to answer. It was my friend Sean.
“Hello there!” I answered, while sitting down on the living room sofa.
“Hello, beautiful! How are you? You’ve been neglecting me,” he reproached me.
“Don’t say that. You know I always keep you in my thoughts and that I love you with all my soul, besides missing you terribly. I know it’s no excuse, but lately the days have been complicated.”
“Complicated at work or complicated in matters of the heart?”
“To be honest…both.”
“Are you serious?” he said, completely surprised.
“Yes.”
“I don’t care about work, spill the other stuff! Right now!”
“I can’t.”
“Whaaaat?!”
“I can’t right now.”
“Don’t you dare, Dalina Dukart.”
“Sean, really, we’ll talk later.”
“Are you with someone?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“But it’s morning there,” he said, confused.
“That’s exactly why,” I pointed out, trying to explain to him that I had slept with someone, though I knew I wasn’t being as specific as my friend wanted.
“Are you telling me that…”
“Yes.”
“When should I call you so we can talk?”
“I’ll call you as soon as I can.”
“I’ll wait for your call and don’t make me beg. Just tell me one thing, are you okay?” he asked, with sincere concern.
“For now I am.”
“Just for now? That’s not very reassuring.”
“We’re just getting to know each other.”
“Well…it’s good to be cautious. Talk to you later, gorgeous. Love you.”
“Love you too, handsome.”
I ended the call and sat staring at the phone. I adored my friend and would have liked to have him with me to tell him everything that was happening to me and ask for his advice. That also reminded me of Sol and I made a mental note to call her as soon as I could.
A voice beside me startled me.
“Who is ‘the handsome one’?”
“What?”
“Who were you talking to? I made it clear that I didn’t want to share you,” he said, looking at me seriously.
I got up from the sofa and looked at him seriously too.
“I understand that clearly and I haven’t broken my word.”
“Then tell me who it is.”
“He’s my best friend. He, Sol and I have been friends for years. Sean is now in France specializing in his career.”
“Is there just friendship between you? Because I find it hard to believe that a man could be by your side without fervently desiring you.”
“We’re just friends. As you can see, not everyone thinks like you,” I stated, turning and heading toward the kitchen. “I can order breakfast or prepare something with what I have. What would you prefer?”
“I prefer to eat you.”
“That’s very flattering, but I need to eat something because I’m absolutely starving,” I commented, and I wasn’t lying because my stomach was hurting from hunger. I hadn’t eaten anything since the previous afternoon.
“Alright, I’m hungry too.”
“What do you have for breakfast?” I asked, while picking up the phone to call the hotel kitchen and order.
“As long as there’s coffee, everything else is fine.”
“On that we agree,” I pointed out.
I made the call and they told me breakfast would be up in half an hour. They weren’t surprised that I ordered for two people because Sol or Sean often stayed over and I would order breakfast for two or three.
“I’m going to take a shower, you’re coming with me,” he stated, as soon as I hung up.
“I have to wait for breakfast.”
“How long will it take?” he asked, while approaching me.
“About thirty minutes.”
“We can shower…and do other things,” he whispered in my ear, taking my hand and pulling me toward the bathroom.
As soon as we arrived, he turned on the shower and the bathroom began to fill with steam.
He approached slowly and, very sensually, began to undress me.
The atmosphere was very erotic and the experience seemed incredibly sensual to me.
He was in his underwear, but in a second they had disappeared from his body.
He began to kiss me as only he knew how, with a passion that made me feel like my legs wouldn’t support me.
With utmost delicacy, he led me to the shower, but instead of positioning me under the water stream, my back hit the side wall.
He positioned himself between my legs and continued kissing my slippery body, because even though I wasn’t directly under the water, it was splashing us quite a bit.
At one point he pulled away and looked at me, panting.
“I need to put on a condom, give me a few seconds,” he said, turned and left the shower.
I stood watching his sculptural body and my desire for him increased.
Seeing the water run over that body was something that made me squirm in place.
I was probably drooling. Just in case, I passed my hand over my chin.
What had this man done to me? I didn’t recognize myself in this passionate, ardent woman.
Seconds later he returned with the condom on, lunged at my body and made me wrap my legs around his waist. I clung to him and began to caress his slippery back while feeling his hands roam all over my body.
“I want you desperately,” he panted against my mouth.
“And I want you too.”
He didn’t wait any longer, we were both ready to unite and he penetrated me. He began to move slowly and gradually increased the intensity of his thrusts. Our gasps mingled with the sound of water falling on our bodies.
“That sounds so good,” he whispered against my mouth, while his hands moved up my abdomen to my breasts and took them in his hands.
“What does?” I asked, between gasps of pleasure.
“Your moans. I want you to scream with pleasure,” he stated, with a deep voice, and I had no doubt I was going to scream, because even I didn’t know I was capable of letting out all those sounds.
My entire body tensed, I dug my nails into his shoulders and a devastating orgasm made me scream, a liberating cry that almost left me hoarse. My body began to tremble as I felt Henry release with a loud, guttural sound.
“You’re going to kill me,” he said, hiding his head in my neck and kissing it.
“Can you die from pleasure? Because if so, I already consider myself dead.”
“You’re incredible,” he stated, panting.
“You are too.”
He smiled and, after withdrawing from my body, helped me place my feet on the floor.
“Let me help you bathe,” he said, while helping me position myself under the water and beginning to soap me up.
I left the shower first, putting on the bathrobe and quickly heading to the door because someone was knocking. It was our breakfast.
They arranged all the food on the table and left. When Henry came out of the bathroom, he was fully dressed. His wet, tousled hair looked spectacular.
We had breakfast calmly in a comfortable atmosphere; even the moments of silence were comfortable.
He told me many things about his company and made me promise that someday I would visit his office so he could show me all his projects.
His company was in the technology sector, with a large clientele nationally and internationally.
For my part, I told him about the hotel and particularly about my management role.
“The day I met you, had you been at the conference?” he asked.
“No, because the next day I was traveling to Mykonos and I spent the whole day organizing and finishing work. Those were the vacations when I met Niky,” I pointed out.
“But I had been invited to that conference as a speaker; unfortunately, I had to decline the invitation because I didn’t have enough time to do everything. ”
“So I’m in the presence of a distinguished and recognized professional,” he stated.
“Not that much, just someone who likes what she does.”
“I think you’re being too humble. I looked you up online and I know that in your field you’re one of the best minds. In fact, you’ve been interviewed several times and given many lectures.”
“Why did you look me up online?” I asked, surprised.
“There’s all kinds of information out there, and I wanted to know more about you.”
“Mmmm, you’re a snoop,” I said, smiling.
“Only when it comes to something that interests me a lot.”
We continued talking until my phone interrupted us. It was Lolo. Henry, without trying to hide it, paid close attention to my conversation.
“Hi, little brother.”
“Hi, Dali, what are you doing?”
“I’m having breakfast. You?”
“I wanted to have lunch with you and Bastián. It’s Sunday and I felt like being with family. Can you make it?”
“I’d love to have lunch with you guys,” I replied, and noticed Henry looking at me seriously.
“Should I pick you up at twelve-thirty?”
Before answering, I checked the time. It was eleven-thirty.
“Ok, I’ll be ready by then.”
“See you, Dali.”
“See you.”
When I hung up, Henry was watching me and drumming his fingers on the table. If I understood anything about body language, that posture indicated something had annoyed him.
“You made plans with your brother,” he stated.
“With both brothers. They invited me to lunch.”
“That means I have to leave,” he said, clearly showing his bad mood.
“Would you have lunch with me and my brothers?” I asked, just to test him, because I knew he wouldn’t accept, nor did I want him to, at least not yet.
“Are you testing me? Let me make this clear, Dalina, I’m a grown man who doesn’t let anything intimidate him. Don’t challenge me because you’ll lose.”
“Would you do it?” I insisted.
He stared at me without blinking.
“No, I wouldn’t. We’re not ready for a family gathering,” he answered confidently.
“I agree, it was just a joke. I apologize for accepting without consulting you. I assumed you were going to leave.”
“You have a habit of assuming things. You shouldn’t do that. Since you have plans, I’m leaving. And just to be clear for future reference, I’m not a joking kind of guy,” he stated dryly.
“Will we talk later?” I asked, not mentioning his last comment.
“Maybe, we’ll see if I’m not too busy with other matters,” he said, unable to hide the ironic tone in his voice.
He got up from his chair and went to the cabinet where he’d left his wallet and keys and picked them up. I watched him approach and felt sad that after such a wonderful night he was leaving this way, but I didn’t think I’d done anything wrong.
“Behave yourself,” he said, leaned down and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.
“You too.”
He turned and left.