Chapter 54 #2
“Please, more fingers!” I gasped. Maybe I would be mortified about my words later, but right now, I was too consumed by lust to care.
“Are you sure?”
I bit my lower lip and nodded fervently.
I whimpered softly as he pushed a second finger inside me.
Henry kept his hand still, giving me time to adjust before he began moving his hand again.
The muscles in my lower abdomen clenched and unclenched in sync with his touch.
He kissed me, sealing my lips with his and swallowing the sounds spilling from me.
A bittersweet, burning pressure spread through me.
My entire body was ablaze, my hips rising and falling to meet Henry’s fingers as if of their own accord.
A rushing sensation filled my ears, but each time I neared the brink of release, Henry changed his pace or the angle of his fingers.
It was almost as though he didn’t want me to come.
He teased me to the point of desperation.
“Henry, please,” I begged breathlessly.
He lifted his gaze from my breasts. “Please, what?”
“I . . . I need you.”
His lips curved into a mischievous smile, as if he’d just been waiting for me to beg.
Then, all at once, he withdrew his fingers and reached into the drawer of his bedside table.
He pulled out a condom, tore open the packaging hastily, and rolled it on.
Moments later, he was leaning over me, his lips finding mine again as he lowered his body onto me.
The weight of him on me felt perfect. His erection nudged against my slickness, sending a shiver of longing—and a flicker of fear—through me.
The very tip of him brushed against me before easing inside.
I gasped, already overwhelmed by the intensity of the new sensation.
Henry’s eyes burnt with unbridled desire, and I braced myself for his thrusts—hard and relentless after the patient torment of his fingers.
But they didn’t come. Instead, he held himself above me, his arms braced on either side of my head.
In silence, we gazed at each other. We didn’t need words.
Henry could read my mind, just as I could read his.
I gave him a shaky smile. He returned it, his eyes filled with reassurance as he eased deeper into me, inch by inch, until our hips met at last, the space between us closed completely.
I tried to steady my breathing, but it was impossible.
The sensation of being filled so completely was too intense, too consuming—and a little painful to be honest. Henry remained perfectly still above me, giving me time to adjust to the feeling.
“It’ll feel better soon,” he promised.
I nodded. I trusted him. Taking a shaky breath, I let myself sink into the sensation as Henry trailed soft, lingering kisses along my cheeks and neck. It didn’t take long for the discomfort between my thighs to fade, replaced by the familiar tingling from before. Tentatively, I moved my hips.
Henry moaned. “You feel incredible, Kate.”
Heat rushed to my already flushed face at his compliment.
I didn’t know how to respond, so I repeated the motion, drawing another sharp gasp from him.
The muscles in his arms tensed, veins standing out along his neck—he was clearly holding back to keep himself from losing control. But that was exactly what I wanted.
I kissed him. “Let go.”
He understood instantly. “But you’ll tell me if it’s too much?”
“I promise,” I whispered hoarsely—and after that, nothing could hold him back.
Henry pulled out, only to thrust back in, hard and unrestrained.
This time, there was no hesitation, no withholding—his movements driven by pure lust. Each deep, rhythmic stroke sent more tremors through my body.
My limbs felt electric, and I pulsed with the buildup of an incredible pressure.
I couldn’t control the sounds spilling from my lips, though I wanted to tell Henry how incredible it felt to be with him.
Both in a gentle, loving way and in this wild, animalistic way that was driving me mad.
“Fuck, Kate. I’m going to come,” Henry groaned.
“Then come,” I urged, wrapping my legs around his hips, pulling him closer, deeper, until there was nothing left between us.
He growled, and our mouths met in a clumsy kiss. I clutched him as he let go, his thrusts growing harder, more urgent. The pressure inside me coiled tighter, reaching an almost unbearable intensity. With every movement, Henry struck that perfect, electrifying spot deep inside me—
And then we both exploded—together. Everything inside me tightened as his hips bucked against mine, and I felt him pulse inside me until he had nothing left to give.
Holy shit.
Henry pulled out of me slowly, leaving behind a strange, aching feeling of emptiness.
With the last of his strength, he removed the used condom before collapsing, spent, on top of me.
But before his full weight pinned me down, he wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over so I was lying on top of him.
A sheen of sweat covered his forehead, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips, like mine, were swollen from our kisses.
He looked at me, a contented smile playing on his lips as he brushed my sex-tousled hair from my face.
“That was really nice,” I said, still a little breathless.
“No, it was incredible,” Henry corrected. “Just like you, my angel.”
I smiled and nestled closer to him.
For a few minutes, we lay in comfortable silence, catching our breath.
The entire time, Henry traced slow, soothing circles along my back, while I pressed soft kisses to his chest because I couldn’t get enough of him.
This man meant everything to me—and more.
I had once struggled to imagine living in his world, but even more impossible was the thought of living in a world without him.