Chapter 5 #4
As soon as we entered my room, he hugged me tightly, so tightly that I could feel the frantic beating of his heart beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.
He began to remove the clothes I was wearing, doing it slowly and without taking his eyes off me.
When I was completely naked before him, his gaze became burning.
“Turn around, I want to admire all of you,” he said, with an agitated voice and broken breathing.
I felt completely exposed, but the fire in his gaze gave me the courage I needed. I turned, standing with my back to him. Henry pressed against my back and caressed my buttocks with veneration. Without letting go, he inserted a finger into my sex and I began to moan uncontrollably.
“Your skin is so soft, your curves so delicate and perfect. You bewitch me with your sensuality. When I held you in my arms, I knew my life would never be the same,” he stated, while continuing his torture.
“You’re ready for me and I’m going to take you now because I can’t wait another minute.
Bend over on the bed with your back to me and bend your knees. ”
I did as he asked while he completely undressed. When he came to my side, he knelt behind me and pressed my backside against him, sliding into my sex from behind. He began to move inside me while his moans and gasps intensified, as did mine. Guttural sounds emerged from the depths of his being.
“I don’t think you can imagine what you make me feel,” he said hoarsely, as his thrusts became stronger.
A few more thrusts and an enormous orgasm shot through us like lightning, making us cry out uncontrollably.
It was a simultaneous orgasm, and that sublime experience was so powerful that we both collapsed on the bed completely undone.
Henry turned me around and kissed me sweetly and at length.
When the kiss ended, we lay on our sides looking into each other’s eyes.
“Henry?” I called, caressing his face.
“Yes?” he responded, closing his eyes at my touch.
“That was wonderful.”
“It was. We reached climax at the same moment, that happens rarely, and I felt a connection like never before. Sex with you is incredible.”
“I have a great teacher,” I said, smiling.
“That’s true,” he said, with his typical “humility,” “but we create the magic together.”
I moved closer to his lips and gave him a sweet kiss. He opened his eyes and smiled.
“Can I stay and sleep with you?” he asked.
“I’d love that. What time do you have to be at your office tomorrow?”
“I never arrive later than nine, but I’m the owner, I can arrive whenever I want, right?”
“Very true. We can have breakfast together,” I suggested, with a joy that even I didn’t understand.
“That sounds good too.”
“I shouldn’t arrive at the office later than nine or ten, because otherwise my brothers will surely show up here to check that I’m okay.”
“And would that be so bad? If we’re dating, you’ll have to introduce me to them,” he stated.
“That’s true, but maybe it would be better to organize something and avoid them finding you here without having any idea of your existence. I should clarify that both of them are quite nosy and they still take care of me as if I were little,” I pointed out.
“I can understand that and I respect it because I also have a sister who’s younger than me.”
“You say that because you don’t know them,” I said, as I got up to go to the bathroom.
“Shall we shower together?” he asked, but he got up and followed me without waiting for an answer.
Once again, the shower was an erotic and sensual experience like few others. When we went to bed it was very late and we were exhausted. Henry settled me in his arms.
“Good night, Henry.”
“Sleep well, beautiful.”
When I woke up, he was still sleeping. I gave him a soft kiss and he said something unintelligible and continued sleeping. I got up to prepare breakfast and bring it to bed; I wanted to surprise him. I put on my robe and went to the bathroom trying to make as little noise as possible.
I prepared breakfast as quickly as I could and, when everything was ready, I put it on a bed tray and headed to the bedroom.
Henry was still sleeping, which seemed strange to me because he had mentioned that he never slept more than five or six hours and that he always got up early. However, the two times he had stayed with me, I had woken up before him.
I left the tray on a table and approached the bed, sitting beside him. I began to caress his shiny black hair and he started to stir. When he opened his eyes and looked at me, he gave me a big smile.
“Good morning, champion,” I greeted him, still caressing him.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he greeted back, and sat up in bed.
“Don’t get up because we’re going to have breakfast here,” I said, as I stood up to get the tray.
He pulled me and I fell into his arms.
“Another clause to add to the implicit contract of our relationship: ‘you must always give me a good morning kiss,’” he pointed out, smiling broadly.
“I can accept that,” I said, as I leaned down to his lips and kissed him.
He took my head in both hands and deepened the kiss until we both moaned. I pulled away and looked at him.
“If we continue like this, breakfast will get cold. I brought you coffee, scrambled eggs, toast, and some other things.”
“Did you make it yourself?”
“I made it myself today, that’s why there aren’t the warming plates that the hotel provides.”
“Let’s eat breakfast, then. I thought it was later, it’s only eight thirty,” he said, taking his watch from the nightstand, looking at it and putting it on. “When I sleep with you, I rest very well.”
“Are you trying to say that I’m soporific to you?” I asked, looking at him with a frown, and he burst out laughing.
“I would never say such a thing. What might be happening is that you bring me calm, serenity. Well, not all the time—most of the time you stir me up and awaken things in my body,” he pointed out, laughing.
“Let’s drop this conversation and have breakfast,” I said, smiling.
I brought the tray to the bed and sat at the foot to face him.
“I can’t remember the last time I had breakfast in bed,” he commented.
“Neither can I. When you’re alone it doesn’t make much sense, but with company it’s fun, like a picnic in bed.”
Henry laughed and took the cup of coffee I handed him. While he drank and ate, I took the opportunity to ask him about something he had said.
“Why did you say yesterday that you left here in a bad mood?”
“Because I felt that you made plans without considering me. If I was at your place spending time with you, it wasn’t right for you to make them. I felt like you were kicking me out,” he stated, bringing the cup to his lips while still looking at me.
“I’m very sorry, you’re right. I did it because I thought you weren’t going to stay.”
“I was planning to stay and spend more time with you, but you didn’t give me the option.”
“I’m sorry,” I apologized, because I realized I had acted poorly. If someone had done the same to me, I would have been upset too.
“Apology accepted. Now I’m the one who needs to ask you something.”
“Tell me.”
“Is there any possibility that you could use birth control? That way we could stop using condoms. With you, I’d love to do it without anything,” he proposed, looking at me expectantly.
“I’ll schedule an appointment with my doctor to prescribe me something. Have you always used protection or have you ever done it without a condom?”
“I always use protection because I don’t have a steady partner, but I can show you my latest medical tests.”
I nodded and we continued eating breakfast peacefully.
We shared some anecdotes from our time at university and also talked about our friends.
Henry was a man of few friends, though many acquaintances.
As friends, he only mentioned two, and he had maintained friendships with them for many years.
They got together once a week to play soccer and occasionally organized outings or meals.
One of them was married with three children and the other was single.
I told him about Sol and Sean and also elaborated more on how I had met his sister.
“The twists of life, or rather, stubborn destiny fulfilling itself as it pleases, right? It’s crazy that you met my sister in Mykonos and that led to our reunion at my house.
Among the multitudes of people that exist in the world, you crossed paths with Niky and she brought you to me. It surprised me a lot,” he affirmed.
“I thought about that too, it was quite a coincidence.”
“Perhaps it wasn’t a coincidence but, as I said, it was destiny. Maybe we were destined to find each other, don’t you think?” he asked, looking into my eyes.
“Of course I believe that. I believe there’s always someone waiting to make us happy,” I affirmed, but I noticed that with that phrase he looked at me very seriously, staring without blinking.
“Do I make you happy?” he asked, with surprise.
“Yes, of course. Otherwise I wouldn’t be with you. I love spending time with you, and let me clarify that I’m not just referring to sex because I can see that little smile of yours gives you away,” I said, smiling.
“Let’s agree that the sex between us is spectacular.”
“I agree, and I didn’t say otherwise, but I added that you also make me feel very good when we talk, when we share breakfast, when we sleep together—I like all of that too.”
“It’s the first time someone has told me that I make them happy. It’s very flattering.”
“But you make many people happy—Niky, for example, I assume your mother, your friends, and surely many more.”
“Probably, but they haven’t told me the way you just did.
It sounded nice,” he affirmed, and I thought I glimpsed a romantic streak in him, but he immediately erased it with what he added: “Of course, they have told me that I make them touch the sky, see stars, and even reach hell, that I’m a sex master, that I make them… ”