Chapter 6 #2
He continued moving his lips down my body, lingering on my breasts to the point of bringing me to the edge of desperation.
He kept descending across my stomach, my navel and even lower, until he made me writhe with pleasure.
I kept my hands in his hair, caressing and tugging at it uncontrollably.
When my body couldn't take anymore, my pleas sounded desperate.
“Please, Henry, please.”
He positioned himself between my legs, inhaled sharply through clenched teeth and, without taking his eyes off me, began to sink into me until our hips made contact. He began to slide in and out while his moans intensified. Unable to control myself, I closed my eyes and arched my back.
“Look at me, I want to see the expression on your face when you come,” he asked, while also driving me crazy with his hand in a delicious way.
“Oh, God,” I gasped, on the verge of reaching ecstasy.
I brought my hands to his neck and pulled him in to kiss him passionately.
“Come for me, darling,” he whispered, “I don't think I can hold back any longer.”
He began to penetrate me harder and I pressed against him, wrapped my legs around him, and with just a couple more thrusts, I exploded in a powerful and prolonged orgasm that left me on the edge of unconsciousness.
The rhythmic contractions of my muscles triggered Henry's orgasm as he released inside me with that incomparable sensation of pleasure that took him to the limits of sanity and made him growl with pleasure.
He collapsed on top of me with a rough grunt and remained motionless, experiencing that delicious exhaustion and satiety that comes from the pleasure we'd shared.
After several minutes, he raised his head and looked at me with a special gleam in his eyes, gave me a soft kiss on the lips and withdrew from me. He removed the condom and settled beside me, hugging me tightly against his body.
“Damn, this is wonderful!” he stated. “Tonight you're staying to sleep with me.”
“I can't stay, I have to work tomorrow.”
“Me too, but we'll get up early and I'll take you to the hotel.”
“Henry, I came in my car,” I reminded him.
“You can leave it here and you'll have an excuse to come back,” he said, smiling.
“I think it's better if I go, so we don't have to get up so early.”
He lifted my chin so I would look at him, and the intensity of his gaze made me shiver.
“I want you to sleep by my side.”
My heart danced wildly in my chest, but I forced myself not to overthink it. I caressed his face and smiled; I couldn't refuse that request.
“Alright, I'll stay.”
He smiled and hugged me tighter. I rested my head on his chest and fell asleep instantly.
I woke up feeling hot. Once again Henry was enveloping me with his arms and legs, his chest pressed against my back.
Very carefully, I turned until I was facing him.
I observed him sleeping peacefully for a few seconds, still unable to believe everything that had happened between us, everything I had experienced with him, as well as being surprised to have him by my side.
I moved closer slowly and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.
He moved a little and mumbled something unintelligible that made me smile, but he continued sleeping.
After much maneuvering, I managed to get out of bed, picked up my clothes that had been left on the floor, and went to one of the bathrooms outside his bedroom to avoid waking him with the noise.
When I was ready, I headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. While I was looking for the coffee, I felt him standing behind me and hugging me around the waist.
“Why did you abandon me?” he asked, kissing my neck.
I turned and put my arms around his neck.
“Good morning, champion,” I greeted him, and gave him a sweet kiss on his lips.
“Good morning, beautiful. Why did you get up and leave me alone?” he asked, looking into my eyes without blinking.
“You were deeply asleep and I preferred to let you rest because it was still early.”
“My body yearns for you,” he said, and began to leave a trail of kisses down my neck.
How could he say he wasn't romantic? These displays of romance that came to him naturally were a clear example that he was.
And boy, did he achieve his goal! Each of his words accelerated my heart and melted me inside.
Even so, I was clear that I shouldn't confuse romance with love; the former was just a way of expressing oneself and love was a feeling.
The problem I faced was that Henry attracted me both physically and emotionally, and I was sure that what he felt for me was simply lust, passion.
“See how my body yearns for you,” he said, and took my hand and brought it to his groin so I could feel his erection.
And that confirmed it. His body yearned for me, his heart did not.
“We're going to have to do something about this needy part,” I whispered against his lips without stopping my caresses.
Henry closed his eyes and began to pant. When I was about to pull down his pajama pants, the sound of the door opening startled us. I quickly moved away from him, and Henry positioned himself behind the kitchen counter to hide his prominent erection.
“It’s Jacinta, the lady who takes care of the cleaning. I had forgotten she was coming today,” he informed me.
I straightened my clothes and went back to what I was doing before being pleasantly distracted.
“Good morning, Jacinta. How have you been?” Henry greeted, without leaving his spot.
“Good morning,” I greeted, looking at her with a smile.
“Good morning to both of you,” she said, but I noticed she was surprised to see me.
Jacinta was a woman of about 60 years old, short in stature and a bit plump. Her gaze was sincere and cheerful.
“Jacinta, this is Dalina, my girlfriend,” he introduced me.
“Pleased to meet you,” I said, approaching to greet her.
“The pleasure is mine, miss.” Then she looked at Henry and smiling added: “You have a very beautiful girlfriend. Congratulations to you both.”
“Thank you,” I said, and he looked at me and smiled.
“What were you doing? How can I help you?” she asked innocently, not realizing that the first question was impossible to answer.
Henry looked at me and had to make a great effort not to burst out laughing, though he discreetly looked away because it was impossible for him to hide his smile.
I looked at Jacinta hoping she wouldn’t notice that Henry was completely amused and making a huge effort to suppress his laughter, but as always happens in these cases, that laughter ended up being stronger and irresistible.
“I was about to make coffee, but don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”
“Then I’ll leave you to have your breakfast in peace,” she said, smiled, turned, and left.
When she was far enough away, Henry looked at me and let out a loud laugh.
“How indiscreet Jacinta turned out to be, asking us that question,” he said, unable to stop laughing. “I had completely forgotten she was coming today. What if she had found us in the kitchen in a compromising situation?”
“If that had happened, I swear I would have killed you,” I whispered.
Henry approached me laughing and hugged me.
“I’m going to take a shower. Wait for me to have breakfast,” he requested, turned, and left.
When he returned, I had prepared breakfast with what I had found, and everything was arranged on the kitchen counter. There was coffee, milk, toast, jam, and scrambled eggs.
“I’m famished. Thank you so much for this,” he said, pointing to what I had prepared.
“Enjoy your meal.”
“How are we going to do this? Are we leaving together or are you taking your car?”
“I prefer to take mine.”
“And what are we doing today?”
“You want to see each other again today?” I asked, surprised.
I enjoyed being with him and understood that in these early days of the relationship, we would want to spend as much time as possible together because we were establishing a bond and experiencing a passionate and sexually intense moment, but was seeing each other every day okay?
Wouldn’t we wear out the relationship? Did seeing each other every day help us grow and strengthen the relationship, or on the contrary, could it end up hurting us?
I had never had a boyfriend before and felt confused.
“Don’t you want to?” he asked, looking at me seriously.
“Of course I want to be with you.”
“So?” he asked, with seriousness.
“I don’t know. Is it okay for us to see each other so much? Won’t the relationship wear out?” I asked, honestly.
“That’s not going to happen,” he affirmed, with great conviction, “I already told you what happens to me with you. I’m thinking all the time about seeing you again, kissing you, caressing that glorious body, running my tongu…”
“Henry, I get it,” I interrupted him, because his literal description was getting to me.
He started laughing and came closer to me.
“Look what you do to me, beautiful. Do you think I don’t want to see you again?” he stated, taking my hand and guiding it to his groin where the hardness was more than evident.
As soon as I placed my hand there, he closed his eyes and exhaled, but I remembered that Jacinta was in the house and immediately withdrew my hand.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, opening his eyes and looking at me with surprise.
“Jacinta.”
“I don’t think she’ll come to the kitchen until we’ve left.”
“If you say you’ve never been here with a woman, how would you know?”
“I know her and I know she won’t come,” he assured, shrugging his shoulders and returning to his place. “Going back to my question, shall I pick you up today?”
“I’ll confirm during the day because I’d like to meet up with Sol. She’s been a bit distant and I want to clear things up.”
“Why did you grow apart?”
“That’s what I’d like to know. I think she’s a bit jealous of you,” I admitted.
“Of me?” he asked, looking at me strangely.
“That’s what I assume. We’ve been friends since childhood and maybe she feels I’m going to push her aside, but that’s just a guess because I really have no idea what’s bothering her.”
“To be honest, you will see her less now because you’ll have to dedicate your free time to me.”
“Not all my free time,” I clarified. “We need to have our own space for our activities, friends, family. Don’t you think?”
“Yes, but we should also be clear that most of that time is for us.”
I looked at him but preferred not to say anything more. I was sure he would also realize that he wanted to spend time with his friends and dedicate time to his interests or hobbies.
A while after breakfast, we said goodbye and each took our own car to head to our respective workplaces.