Chapter 28
Twenty-Eight
Henry
I’m hard again.
After that delectable blow job and an orgasm to end all orgasms, I’m fucking rock hard for Tabitha.
No surprise there. I’m rock hard whenever I’m around her.
She said a lot in her climax. I picked out words.
Henry
Fuck
I
Amazing
Love
And…
You
Did she say what I think she said?
I can’t ask.
I’m not sure I want to.
Because while I feel it—the love for her—I’m not sure I trust myself yet to know if my feelings are genuine.
All I know in this split second is that I need to be inside her. Inside that tight little pussy. Inside that beautiful body.
Inside that amazing woman who I…
Who I…
I flip her onto her back and thrust into her.
She gasps, her eyes flaring wide as I fill her.
I push deeply, drinking in the sight of her body under mine, her breasts heaving and her lips parted. Her amber eyes widen and then flutter closed. She throws her head back with a moan as I start to move.
She digs her sharp nails into my skin, but I don’t care. The tiny pricks of pain only add to the pleasure. I’m lost in her, in the feel of us together, in the rhythm we create.
Each stroke is a promise. Every thrust a confirmation of my desire, of my need for her.
I see the pleasure etching her face, hear it in the soft moans escaping her lips. She’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever witnessed, and I know, without a doubt, that I would do anything to keep her, to make her happy.
I sink into her depths, consumed by the heat of her, the softness, the wetness. Her breaths come in short gasps, matching rhythm with my own.
She whispers against my ear, some unfinished sentence caught between gasps of pleasure and passion.
She holds my face, pulling me closer until our foreheads touch. She looks in my eyes with a vulnerability I’ve never seen in her before.
But I don’t dwell on it. I can’t dwell on it. Not when I’m thrusting, thrusting, thrusting…
Fucking her with powerful strokes…
Then it crests…and she breaks around me with a low moan.
I’m right there with her, holding, anchoring, giving, and the relief of it is so sharp. So perfect.
A tear flashes in her eye. One quick at the corner.
I kiss it away, my cock still pulsing my release.
Afterward, we don’t move for a long time. I’m half on her, half beside her, dragging my fingers over her breasts.
She touches my face so tenderly I want to break.
But I won’t.
For Tabitha, I will stay whole.