Chapter 34 #3
I’m rocketed into oblivion, spasming around him, his rhythm obliterated as his orgasm tears guttural sounds from him. Henry is an erotic sight far more alluring than anything my imagination ever conjured. Watching him fall is a dream I never expected to come true.
He locks on me and never lets go, his look brimming with the future I thought I’d lost. He holds on, even when his body strains under mine as he peaks, taking his pleasure the way he always said he wanted.
His gaze gets soft and dreamy as his hips flex and drive, his back arching to fill me more deeply as he groans my name.
I cling to him, overwhelmed with the force of it all, whispering how perfect he is for me.
He slumps back against the velvet, spent, his hand holding me against his neck.
My tears track to the place where the muscles of his shoulders meet the tender area I love.
His skin is salty under my tongue, and his name is back in my mouth.
I’m held tight, close against his chest as he moves one hand in my hair.
He pulls back enough that he can look at me.
“Babes, are you okay?” I nod against his chest. He’s sex dazed, kind of mumbling when he says, “I’m never letting go again.”
Relief floods me. Tightening his hold on me, he murmurs how much he’s missed me as my teardrops fall, then starts listing the things he likes best about me, none of which have anything to do with sex.
He never once tells me to stop crying; he holds me closer until the tears stop and we’re quiet together.
“I can feel you smiling, Kaitlin,” he says, stern but amused, petting my hair with one hand and holding me close with the other.
He called me Kaitlin. Not Kait. Not babes. Kaitlin. Another wish made real.
I pull away from where I’ve buried my face in his neck and steal a soft peck. “I’ve missed you so much, Henry.” He gently brushes his hand down my back, soothing. He’s moved by us too.
I wiggle my way off his lap when my legs are threatening to die if I stay in this position for one more second, and it’s a bit of a shock that we’re still both fully dressed.
I tug my dress down into place. His pants are open, and he’s a debauched dream come true in my chair, his shirt still buttoned but yanked up to expose the nipple I tormented, his tie askew.
It’s all of my best fantasies of him, sated and sprawled in this chair, except it’s real.
He stands and cups my cheeks with his warm hands and kisses my forehead, the tip of my nose, my lips, and I wrap his tie around my hand to hold his lips to mine. We stand like that for a moment, wrapped in each other. I can’t even process how much my life has changed in a few monumental hours.
“I’ve missed you more than I can say, Kaitlin MacGregor,” he says. Then, without warning, he tugs my dress up and over my head. “Knowing your name will never get old. What are the chances you’ll give me your phone number too?”
I don’t dignify that with a response.
Sinking to his knees, Henry drags my soaked panties to my ankles and kisses his way from the shoe strap to the inside of my knee.
“The sexy shoes can stay on,” he says with a laugh.
We tumble into the bedroom, where he picks me up and deposits me in a pile of down and blankets, then flings his clothes to the floor before crawling under the bedding with me and covering me with his sinful bare body.
He toys with a strand of my hair, curling it before letting it go.
I wrap an arm around his neck and gently tug his ebony locks as he shifts to nestle his body between my legs.
He’s warm and happy, and the shy way he looks away and back again sends me. “I love having your arms around me.”
Henry loves me up in a way that I didn’t know was possible.
Deep, swoony kisses, sweet little pecks, drugging slides of his lips on mine that leave me dazed, with no time in between to think.
He’s melting me into a puddle of satisfaction, gooey and needy, until I can’t speak or think.
I can only delight in the bliss that is his touch.
Sweetness and devotion mingle with the lust and absolute longing in his gaze.
“Babes, you’ve got goose bumps. Come closer.” He’s gentle. He shifts onto his back, pulling me along so I can tuck into his hold, one arm slung around my shoulder, while he threads our fingers together where they rest on his belly.
“That’s better. Nice and warm.” My heart gives a happy little thump as he pushes my hair over my shoulder to keep it out of my face.
I drift off and stir to Henry making me the little spoon. He slides an arm under my neck and rests his hand on my hip. I’ve never been more fulfilled or peaceful.
His breath is warm against my neck as he brushes his lips over my nape, whispering, “You are beyond my wildest dreams, Kait.” I sigh, content in the cloudy space between sleep and awake.
His hand is splayed across my belly, keeping me near.
He says something that sounds a lot like love, but it’s muffled where his lips press into my shoulder.
I dream of him, but for the first time, reality is better than my fantasies.