Chapter 30 Matilda
Thirty
Matilda
Thirty minutes later and the taxi pulls up outside Henry’s apartment block.
To say it is nicer than mine is an understatement.
The concierge greets us as we walk in and I feel Henry place a gentle hand on my back guiding us through the lobby to the elevators.
Once in, the air around us grows hot, yet a chill of anticipation shivered down my spine.
My thoughts race as to whether I was about to make a massive mistake, yet when I look at Henry all I feel is want and a need to explore this to whatever end.
Something I have never felt with anyone before.
He walked me into his home and not a word was spoken between us.
Nothing needed to be said. He stood by the window removing his jacket and the moonlight weaved a silken tapestry around him, like a work of art I had been blocking out all these years.
My eyes tracing the hard curves of his silhouette.
He turned to look at me and the space between us dwindled as he took steps towards me.
Full of purpose and magnetic energy. My fingertips reach out to brush the cotton of his shirt, twisting and pulling at the buttons.
I don’t want to rush this, I want every second to last a minute and every minute to last an hour.
Infinite time to see this play out, to touch and feel every part of him that has been held captive all this time by policies, hurt and towering walls of denial.
His hands take my waist, running up the curves of my body that I once hated and over examined.
Yet, he clasps them like they are a treasure to hold.
Tracing each curve of my body, sending my nerve endings into a frenzy.
Who knew the human touch could perform such magic.
I immerse myself into every sensation. Savouring each shiver, gasp of breath and the pausing of time as the world rushes past us, but only we are here, now, within this room.
I feel the zip pull down my back as fresh air lands upon my bare skin.
Slowly he pulls at each strap releasing one shoulder then the next.
“Are you sure?” His eyes are hot with desire as he claims his confirmation that we are going to do this.
“Yes. I want you.” I replied and slid my hands within his unbuttoned shirt and pushed the shirt over his shoulder, leaving it to fall to the ground.
His chest is hard, warm and dusted with dark hair.
I can’t take him in quick enough. His hand lifts my chin meeting his gaze again before he kisses me.
Softly, barely contacting, making my core clench and burn with fire.
The dress falls to the ground and he pulls away to stare at me.
“Your so fucking beautiful.” and in that moment I truly feel beautiful.
Watching his face harden with lust ignites my core further.
He grabs at my thighs and pulls me up in one move, wrapping my legs around his waist. I feel his length hard and ridged beneath his trousers against my core and the touch alone is nearly sending me over the edge.
He walks me through to the bedroom and lays me on the bed, all while kissing at every part of exposed skin he can get to.
I make quick work of unclasping my bra and Henry removes my knickers. He pulls on them slowly revealing me inch by inch making me gasp for breath and arch my back in need.
“I need you.” Henry says as he crawls to face me on the bed.
“Henry,” I say, breaking the spell between us.
“Yes?”
“I wanted to say thank you for what you said at the awards ceremony.” I trace a hand down his cheek.
“I meant every word. I’m sorry I haven’t said it sooner.”
“I think it was always supposed to play out this way. We both needed to find our way here on our own timeline.” I say. Henry doesn’t say anything in return he just kisses me, harder this time and my heart races with our bodies being so close to one another.
He breaks monetarily from our frantic kissing to remove his trouser and boxers, and finally he is released and the air stills. He takes a condom out of his bedside drawer and slides it into place. My legs quiver in anticipation.
He lowers his body, cradling my own. His arms fall either side of my head and I feel no part of me is untouched. I feel completely consumed by him and I my skin vibrates with need to get even closer.
“I want to explore this body inch by inch, licking, caressing until you come apart.” He whispers in my ear, sending heat straight between my legs. My legs tighten around him as I wrap them around his waist.
“Yes.” I pant into the crook of his neck, sucking, biting.
I’m not normally like this, but Henry has driven me mad with a lustful haze and I can’t get enough of his taste or scent.
I need it all now. “But right now, I need to be inside you. I’ve waited too long.
” I let out a breathy gasp at the feel of him pressing against my entrance.
He adjusts himself and pushes down on my centre, overwhelming pleasure and need crawls up my spine as he enters me inch by inch.
My breath escapes me in a groan and I press my finger nails into the ridges of his back.
Hands, limbs and our bodies connect in an eruption of desire and bliss.
Our breathing becomes ragged with each passing minute.
His body is like a drug I can’t get enough of, consuming me, sending me to a state of euphoria.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He mouths against my lips. “You’re perfect.” He continues, each word feels like a warm caress down my body.
“Henry–” I say, not knowing what to say, but it’s like he knows my intent as he nods in agreement.
Kissing me harder again, I feel like I’m floating on a cloud.
He keeps a rhythm, building my pleasure to its max, while never taking his lips off of my skin, kissing, licking and nipping.
Our bodies reaching to one another, coming alive, pulses quickening in rhythmic harmony.
We reach the peak together and his name escapes my lips as my orgasm spills over.
My vision darkens and this must be what complete bliss feels like.
My orgasm lasts so long I’m left a shivering sweaty mess by the end of it, embarrassment would have consumed me if I hadn’t opened my eyes to see Henry panting in the same blissed out state.
Henry crashed to the bed and without words– because really we didn’t need them after that– he pulled me into his arms and the darkness peacefully settled around us.