Chapter 13
The very thought of going all the way with Henry had my insides purring.
He handed me a glass full of lovely bubbles that drifted elegantly to the surface. We chinked our glasses together. “Cheers,” we said in unison.
“Would you like something to eat?”
I eyed his assortment of cheeses, nuts, crackers, and dried fruit. “Of course.”
“That’s what I love about you, Jane.”
“My enormous appetite?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Your zest for life.”
“Oh.” Henry was a huge contributor to my zest for life, and before I jumped onto his lap and ruined the lust-fueled-anticipation thing he was so good at, I turned my attention to the food. “What type of cheese is this?”
“A long time ago, I learned a rhyme for making up a cheeseboard. Something old, something new, something goat, and something blue. By doing that, I cover most people’s tastes. So that one is my something old; it’s Gouda. Try it with either the pear or the quince paste.”
I cut a slice of the cheese, topped it with a sliver of pear, and popped it in my mouth. It was a delicious combination of savory and sweet. I covered my mouth as I chewed. “Oh, yum. That’s good.”
He sliced into another cheese, and when his knife came away, I noted blue veins running through the creamy white center of the cheese.
“What’s that one?”
“It’s a blue Castello. Here, try it.” He topped it with a sliver of fig, placed it on a cracker, and held it toward me.
I opened my mouth, and he popped it onto my tongue. With his lovely pale blue eyes watching me, I savored the delicious bite. “Oh, yum. That’s really good.”
“So many people don’t eat blue cheese, but it’s worth experimenting with.”
“Just like sex.” I gave him a cheeky smile, and he grinned at me.
“Yes.” He raised his eyebrows. “Just like sex.”
The dazzle in his eyes was spectacular.
I gulped my drink, set my glass down, stood, and went to him.
“What are you doing, madam?” He chuckled as I raised my skirt to straddle him.
“Seducing you.” I lowered my lips to his, cutting off his wonderful laughter. Our kiss was heated, passionate, and I glided my hips over his. I opened my mouth, inviting him to explore, and his tongue danced a delightful duo with mine.
His warm hands cruised up and down my back, and I moaned as his warm fingers touched my bare flesh.
I curled my hand around his neck, drawing him closer. Henry glided his finger beneath the straps at my shoulders, and I sat up as he lowered them down my arms. It was an extraordinary feeling being topless before a gorgeous man like Henry. I curled my arms out of the straps, and Henry cupped my breasts. His hands were warm, soft, and eager as they curled under and over my mounds.
A delightful shudder rolled through me, culminating in my nipples peaking. They grew into hard, throbbing pebbles in a matter of seconds. Henry pinched my nipples between his thumbs and fingers, rolling them with just the right amount of pleasure to send flutters through my body.
I raised my hips off him a fraction so I could grind my pussy over the bulge growing in his groin.
Leaning forward, I placed my hands on the back of his chair to sway my boobs before his face. His hot tongue lavished me from my left breast to my right. His hand curled down my waist and fed into the split in my skirt, and my insides set to explode as I waited for the moment when he realized I was wearing no underpants.
He took his time, sucking my right nipple, caressing my left boob, and gliding his hand up and down my thigh. Each time his hand came closer and closer to my pussy, I groaned. The anticipation was a thrilling aphrodisiac.
He touched my pussy, and when he gasped, I sat back, grinning.
His smile was extraordinary, and as I licked my lips, I wriggled my eyebrows.
“You’re a bit cheeky.”
“I know.” I grinned and curled my hips again, letting him know I felt his hard-on.
“Are you ready for your lesson?”
“Of course.”
“Then you’ll have to hop off me.”
As I raised my leg over him to stand, I made sure he had a view of my nakedness. A raw lust shimmered in his eyes. The pale blue pools were an intriguing cocktail of all things pure and wicked, and confirmed he had indeed sneaked a peek.
He stood and shortened the distance between us, bathing me in his body heat.
I reached forward to undo the buttons on his vest. “I must say, you look very dashing tonight.”
“I had a hot date.”
“Hot indeed.”
He allowed me to undress him. First his vest, then his shirt. I took my time, enjoying both the big reveal and the desire in his eyes. Henry had mastered the art of body language, and if I was reading him right, he was just as eager as I was for us to be naked together.
I peeled his shirt and vest off his shoulders and tossed them onto the deckchair at our side. He stepped closer, pressing my breasts to his bare chest and curling his hands around my back, drawing our hips together. He was a fraction taller than me, even with my high heels on, and I tilted my face up to him, parted my lips, and silently begged him to kiss me.
I closed my eyes, and barely a breath later, our lips met. As I glided my hands around his back, exploring his flesh, our tongues danced. His hands curled up and down my back, and as he pulled me closer, we united together in a wild passion that begged us to explore each other’s flesh.
His hands fell to my hips, and he tugged the fabric of my skirt upward. Our kiss released. “May I?”
“Yes.” My voice was barely a whisper.
I raised my hands, and he lifted my dress over my head, and soon I wore nothing but my high heels.
His chest rose and fell as he ran his eyes over me. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
I tugged my bottom lip into my mouth. The bulge at his groin was enormous, begging to be released, and I stepped forward, pushed my fingers into the waistband of his pants, and looked up at him. “May I?”
“Yes.”
His willingness to let me undress him was delightfully different, and before he changed his mind, I fumbled with his belt and had his pants around his ankles in a flash. I showed none of the finesse he had and continued my mission by pulling his underpants down, too.
His stiff cock bounced forward, begging me to touch his hard-on, so I went to him and wrapped my hand around his glorious shaft, and as Henry glided his fingers around my neck, he pulled my lips to his.
Our tongues explored, our hands groped, our moans elevated to fever pitch, and his hard cock grew thicker and longer in my hand.
His fingers curved down my waist, over my hips, and I bent my knees as he inched between my thighs. He turned me sideways so I had one foot between his parted legs, and his finger slipped into my throbbing pussy. He started with one finger, then joined it with another, and as I bent my knees, opening myself up, he drove his fingers in and out in a way that rubbed my pulsing clit, too.
It was impossible to keep my eyes open, and as I closed them, I let my body take over. Electric pulses flashed through me as I clawed his back. Our kiss intensified, and as our tongues fought to please each other, our hands did the same. I pumped his cock faster, drawing my hand along his length in a wild frenzy, its magnificence deserved.
Suddenly, he stepped back, his jaw clenched, his eyes closed. His breath hissed through his teeth, and I knew he was fighting his climax. Knowing I’d brought him to that delicious point was thrilling, yet I waited for his next move.
He trembled all over, and it was a few heartbeats before he opened his eyes, and his focus found me. A breath tumbled from his throat. “You drive me wild.”
I curled my bottom lip into my mouth and slowly released it. “Yay.”
He rolled his eyes as he smiled. “May I ask you to lie down please?” He indicated to the deck chair, and I obeyed his wishes. He stepped around behind my head, and I was unable to see him.
As I wondered what he was up to, a lovely shudder rolled through me, drawing goose pimples over my body and hardening my nipples even further.
When he came back into view, he had a length of fabric that he trailed across his fingers. He sat at my side, and I wiggled over, giving him room.
He cupped my breast, leaned forward, and ran his hot tongue over my nipple. “Have you ever been tied up before?”
“Ummm, no.”
“Would you allow me?”
“Yes.” There was no need to hesitate. After what Henry had shown me last time, and every other sexual experience we’d had for that matter, I was his willing pupil.
He leaned forward for a brief kiss. “You’re adorable.”
His comment was incredible, but it was the way he said it, with rapture in his eyes and a voice loaded with sexual potency, that triggered a blaze of heat pulsing through me. He trailed his hand from my elbow to my wrist and brought my palm to his lips. As he kissed my flesh, he draped the colorful fabric over my fingers, lowered it to my wrist, and then pulled it tight with a knot that I hadn’t noticed.
“Okay?” The concern in his eyes had me trusting him even more.
“Yes.” I nodded.
He curled both my arms up so my hands were over my head, then he stood, and working behind me, he wrapped the fabric around my other wrist and again pulled the fabric tight. My arms were now secured up alongside my cheeks, unable to move.
“Is that okay?”
“Yes.”
He lowered the deckchair, so I laid flat. Above me, the sky was a potpourri of purple and pink clouds as the setting sun captured their fluffy edges. Henry came back into view, and I didn’t know whether to look at his face or his enormous erection.
He made that decision for me when he straddled my chest, and using his hand, rolled the head of his cock around my nipples. It was voyeur’s heaven watching that swollen crown roll around and around my hard pebbles. A pearl of liquid bubbled at the slit in his crown, and I watched, hypnotized, as it slid slowly down his veined shaft.
I glanced up at him. His eyes flickered beneath his closed lids. His jaw was clamped shut, and yet he continued to roll his masterpiece around my nipples. It was exquisite torture not being able to touch him, and the more I squirmed beneath his body, the more wonderful it became.
He opened his eyes, and our gazes locked together as he wriggled down my body and slipped off the end of the chair. Against the colorful evening sky, his body had a celestial glow, and I wondered if I’d died and gone to heaven.
Henry parted my legs, knelt on the end of the deckchair, placed his hands beneath my knees, and raised my bottom.
His head lowered to between my thighs, and when his hot tongue glided up my pussy, the fabric ties were the only things stopping me from launching right off the rooftop.
I fought against my restraints as he pushed his tongue and a finger inside me. The heat of his tongue, the drive of his finger, my lack of freedom—it was sensory overload, and an explosive orgasm ripped through me. I cried out as my hot juices squirted from my body over and over. I dug my heels into the chair and raised my hips, and he continued to lick and plunge, coaxing the release of every last drop of my orgasm.
I was panting for air when he finally stopped and raised his face with a smile. There was enough light to see my slick juices over his face, and I didn’t know whether I liked that or not. But when Henry licked his lips, oh my god—that was one of the sexiest moves ever . . .
“Make love to me, Henry.”
His gaze met mine, and an unbridled command of desire crossed between us. He stood again and disappeared around behind me, and his footsteps retreated. For a horrible moment, I thought I’d scared him, or worse, I’d misread the desire in his eyes.
But seconds later, he released my hands, and when he came into view, a condom sheathed his cock. The joy rolling through me was indescribable.
I’d waited for this moment for a very long time.
He walked to the end of the deck chair, and when I parted my legs, Henry crawled up toward me. His cock nudged my throbbing hole, and as he hovered above me, his bulging biceps holding him in place, I flitted my gaze from his eyes to his mouth and back again. I studied his face, taking in every exquisite detail as I looked at one of the most handsome men in the world.
As his thick cock filled me, a dark vein pulsed at his temple. His lips parted, and his tongue glossed them. Slowly, slowly he pushed his cock all the way in, penetrating me until it touched that wonderful part inside me that begged to be pounded. It felt so right, so complete. . . like it was a piece of me I’d been missing for a very long time.
His eyes flickered open, and the raw passion in his light blue pools made me feel like a sexual goddess.
“Oh, Jane.”
The way he said my name was a potent mix of love and lust. “Yes?”
“You feel incredible.”
“So do you.” As I thumbed his nipples, he sucked air through his teeth, and his eyes glazed over. He withdrew his cock, pulling it out until just his crown remained inside me. He paused there, teasing me with his swollen head. I clawed my nails up his back and curled my pussy toward him, silently insisting he put his cock right back inside me.
He plunged again, a bit faster this time, and I reached down, hooked my hands beneath my knees, and raised my ass higher off the chair, giving him another angle to explore.
Henry repeated his moves, each time pulling out just to the crown. His thrusts grew faster, gradually building my climax to monumental heights. A light sheen glossed his flesh and his deep primal groans grew deeper, yet he clenched his jaw, squeezed his eyes shut, and continued to thrust.
We worked together as one, drawing out each other’s pleasure like only lovers could do. Although we’d never done this before, every move felt as if we’d been doing it forever. He knew how to please me, and by the intense focus on his face, I believed I pleased him.
Every nerve ending in my body tingled, begging for the delicious sensations to last a lifetime. My second orgasm grew quickly, gearing up for the promise of explosive things to come. I clenched my insides around his cock, desperate to feel every inch of him, and he gasped.
His thrusts grew faster, deeper. I clawed my nails up his back, and the groan that tumbled from his throat was music to my ears. Unable to hold back a moment longer, I cried out as my juices flowed for a second time.
I saw stars, I saw rockets—I saw every feature on his beautiful face.
My insides hit party mode, and I clenched around him like a vise. Henry gasped as his thrusting reached fever pitch. I pulled on my knees. He thrust in and out.
“Oh, God,” he screamed as he buried his cock into me with several final thrusts. His eyes flickered open, but I could tell he wasn’t seeing. He flopped onto my chest, his breathing desperate and ragged as I trailed my fingers up and down his back.
As we lay there, still united as one, wallowing in our after-sex contentment, a star shot across the sky and disappeared into the blackness. I closed my eyes and made a wish. My wish came easily—all I wanted was to find soul-embracing love. As Henry’s breathing returned to normal, I wondered if I already had.
It seemed like an eternity before he pushed up onto his hands, and his arms trembled as he held himself above me. “You, Jane Nichols, are an angel.”
I cupped his cheek and smiled. “Thank you.”
He grinned as he rolled to the side, and when his cock slipped out of me, it was like tearing open my heart. The deckchair was too small for both of us, though, so we sat side by side, our shoulders touching, our hands entwined. It was really sweet and comfortable, and it didn’t feel at all strange that we were both naked.
I squeezed my palm to his. “Thank you for yet another wonderful evening.”
“You too.” He nudged his shoulder to mine.
“When are you back again?”
He sighed. “Unfortunately, not for a couple of weeks. We’re heading into the crazy season, and between work and Christmas commitments, I really don’t know when.”
I groaned. My heart was already weeping.
He stood and pulled me to my feet. “Come on. You need to get to work.”
“Oh, why’d you have to ruin a perfectly wonderful evening?”
“Sorry.”
We redressed, and he took my hand to lead me back inside. I kissed him goodbye, and as I made my way to my room, a dark cloud smothered my feelings as I wondered how long it would be before I saw him again.
Back in my room, I showered and then dressed for work. With a frozen dinner in the microwave, I grabbed my diary and sat at my dining table. I opened it to the 1st of November, and at the top, I wrote Mr. Henry Addison, Room 49.
I detailed my new experience of being tied up during sex and wrote about how I’d desperately wanted to run my hands over his flesh, yet not being able to had driven me crazy. I’d been at his orgasmic mercy, and it had been excruciatingly wonderful.
Giggling, I wrote Orgasmic Mercy below his name.
As I detailed our sex and how incredible it had been, I wondered if it was because I’d practically begged for him to fuck me.
Henry had masterfully crafted our sexual liaisons. He’d deliberately held back from going all the way until I was at the point where I would’ve got down on my knees and pleaded with him to make love to me. I paused with the pen above the page and blinked at that sentence.
Was that what we were doing?
Making love?
Or was it just mind-blowing sex?
As the microwave dinged and I removed my steaming Thai chicken curry, I wondered how many more times I’d see Henry before I knew the answer to those questions.