4. Gianna
I seehim considering what to do, and the last thing I want is for him to hold back. I’m not jumping feet first into a one-night stand to not get the full experience.
Deciding to follow the instinct I had a couple of minutes ago, I slide my hand back behind his head again and grip the longer part of his hair tightly enough that he notices. I watch as his eyes go wide again, pupils blown, and his mouth drops open slightly.
“I don’t know if I like that you know that I like that.” His words come out breathy, almost strained, like he’s been sprinting a couple of miles.
“I like knowing what you like. Don’t you want to know what I like?” I don’t recognize myself when I ask the question. It comes out way more sexual than anything I’d ever say in real life. My entire body burns under his gaze, and I’m half a second from hopping down from my perch on his hips when he responds.
“Tell me if I do anything you don’t like,” he practically growls at me, his arms flexing around me and squeezing me tight.
“Ditto.” My fingers loosen, and I drag my nails lightly against his scalp.
“For the record, the hair thing? No one’s ever done that before.” He starts moving toward the bed. “I like it a lot.” He drops me, and I bounce once before sinking into the lush bedding.
When Henry looks down at me, he’s not smiling anymore. Instead, he’s looking at me with an intensity I’ve never seen in a man I’m about to have sex with. He’s looking at me like I’m his favorite meal and he’s about to devour me.
I’ve never really considered it before, but I might just like being devoured.
I watch as he toes off his shoes, removes his socks, and slowly pulls down his sweatpants. His every movement is sure, and when he’s standing at the foot of the bed in only dark boxer briefs, he looks confident.
And so, so hot.
His body isn’t sculpted like some Greek God. He’s not carved from marble.
He’s solid. Muscle peeks through in the slight definition of his abs and rounded biceps. He looks strong as hell. My eyes skim past the device that he said checks his blood sugar. If he says not to worry about it, I’m definitely not going to waste any brain space on it right now.
“Good?” He checks in before he joins me on the bed.
“Of course,” I say, leaning up on my elbows.
“Mind if I join you?” His lips kick up into a small grin, and that dimple makes an appearance.
“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”
Just like that, he climbs onto the bed and settles over me. His body covers mine, but he suspends himself over me, so he doesn’t crush me. Before I can doubt myself, I weave my fingers into his hair and pull him into a kiss.
The moment our lips meet, he unleashes everything he’s been holding back. Sucking on my bottom lip, he bites down just hard enough to pull a gasp from me, leaving me open and wanting.
He slides his tongue against mine, gentle but firm. The heat of him surrounding me almost overwhelms me, but I pull him closer. Henry maneuvers his body against mine, and my legs drop open around his hips, leaving his leg pressed against my center.
His hands are everywhere and nowhere all at once. He’s touching me, but not where I need him, and when he starts rocking his leg against my pussy, I almost scream.
We’re both breathing hard, and I bite down on my lip in an effort to stay quiet. His lips trail down my neck and over the curve of my breasts before coming back to my lips.
“What are you doing?” he murmurs against my lips. The bottom one is still trapped between my teeth. He stops everything he’s doing and removes the pressure he’s been putting against my core.
This time, I let out a frustrated grunt. “What? Nothing! What are you doing? Why did you stop?”
“Are you trying to be quiet?” His eyes are burning when I finally open mine.
“No.” I start to crawl back inside myself, shutting him out. I didn’t think I was, but maybe I am. This isn’t the first time that a guy has commented on my noise level in bed. Although the last time it happened, the guy said I was being too loud, and he couldn’t get into it. The idea that one comment made that one time has affected the way I behave during sex has me pissed off and feeling like I could crawl out of my skin.
Before I can untangle myself from Henry physically, he leans down and pulls me into a punishing kiss.
Shocked, I soften against him. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and works me over until I’m practically melting into the bed.
Then he pulls back just far enough to look me in the eye. “I think you might be trying to be quiet. If I’m wrong, ignore me. But trust me when I say that the little moans that sneak through, the whimpers…they’re making me hard as hell.” He shifts slightly, so his erection is pressing against me instead of his leg.
It feels so good a moan does slip out of my mouth. He doesn’t give me a chance to feel embarrassed. He just makes sure I’m comfortable and enjoying myself. Grinding against me, he pulls another one out of me before dipping his lips to my ear. “See, that? That’s what I want. That’s so fucking sexy, Gia. You have no idea.”
Just like that, all of my reservations melt away. I don’t know if I’ve always subconsciously kept myself from being vocal during sex or if I’ve never even gotten close to being this turned on with someone else. But just knowing that he’s into it makes me feel comfortable. Powerful.
And incredibly wet.
I start moving against him, chasing the friction I need. My clit is sensitive, and my nipples scrape against the lace of my bra. Everything feels electric, and the moment he shifts his leg back between mine, I groan. We fall into another kiss, and I lose myself completely to this man.
His hands roam my body as I writhe beneath him. He cups my breast in his warm palm, and I can’t get close enough to him. He increases the pressure against me, and I cry out.
My head spins, and pleasure surges through my body. I shift restlessly against his thigh and go off like a firework. I come quick and hard, and the intensity of it leaves me gasping and electrified. When I finally catch my breath, I look up and realize he’s just watching me, enraptured.
“That was…” I can’t finish my sentence, because wow. Yeah, something about doing that with him was magic.
“Good?” When I nod, he smiles. “Good.”
“Now we…” I trail off, not quite sure about the progression of things.
“Now I tell you that I’ve been tested recently, and I’m all clear. I tell you that I have a condom. And I tell you that if this is all you’re up for tonight, that’s totally fine and I’ll see myself out.”
Somehow hearing that has me reaching out to grasp his arms, to keep him here with me. “No, that’s—I want to have sex.”
“Yeah?” He grins down at me, looking like sex personified.
“Yeah.”
“Good. Always ask for what you want, what you need. Especially in bed.” He drops a searing kiss onto my lips before disappearing off of me.
He reappears almost instantly, a foil packet in his hands. I watch as he strips out of his boxer briefs, revealing one of the most impressive cocks I’ve seen in my life. He rolls on the condom as I strip out of the rest of my clothes, so I’m naked and waiting for him.
Climbing back onto the bed, he positions himself between my spread thighs. I must look nervous, because he drops another kiss onto my lips, and it eases me instantly.
“Anything you like or don’t like, tell me. Okay?”
Nodding, I rest my hands on his chest. The moment I feel him pressing against me, I moan, and when he presses inside, I let out a gasp, and he immediately slows down.
“No, no, it’s good.” I spread my legs even wider to encourage him.
And then he’s fully seated, and it feels so good that I subconsciously wrap my limbs around him and when he moves—God. It feels so good.
“You like that, Gia?” he grunts, bracing an arm next to my head as he thrusts.
I can’t even answer with real words; I just moan and nod my head. He gets into a rhythm, hitting just the right spot inside of me and simultaneously giving my clit all the attention it needs.
In the next moment, he rolls and completely switches our positions so I’m on top. Shocked, I freeze, looking down at him.
“Yes?” he asks, as he gently takes hold of my hips to help me grind against him.
“Oh.” The sensation is different but good, and once I get into the rhythm he sets for us, I’m flying toward an orgasm.
He keeps his thumb pressed against my clit, driving me higher and higher as I fuck him. Closing my eyes, I let go and just feel. My movements become choppy and frantic, and I can hear his breathing stutter and stop.
My second orgasm comes careening out of nowhere, and it hits me hard. I end up babbling, talking nonsense, as he grabs my hips and starts fucking up into me. Another flutter of an aftershock flows through me, and then he’s moaning his release.
Finally, I fall forward onto his chest, exhausted and completely satisfied.
When I step out of the bathroom, I half expect to see Henry slipping out the door or hastily pulling on his clothes. The thought doesn’t even really bother me. That’s how one-night stands work, right?
Totally fine.
Only, when my eyes adjust to the dim lighting, I find him splayed in my bed like a starfish. He has his boxer briefs back on but is otherwise still undressed. The closer I get to the bed, the more comfortable I realize he looks. He doesn’t look like a man who’s about to throw his clothes on and disappear from my life.
“Uh, hey.” Some post mind-blowing sex nerves cling to my words as I stop just at the foot of the bed. His eyes flutter open, finding me quickly. A slow smile pulls at the corners of his lips as his eyes slowly drag from my head to my toes.
“Hey.” His voice still holds some roughness, and just hearing it makes my toes curl into the soft carpet.
The knowledge that I’m standing in front of this man completely naked while he’s at least partially covered shouldn’t make me blush fiercely. I mean, he just had his tongue on every part of my body. He was literally inside me not ten minutes ago.
None of those facts stop me from full body blushing at the way he looks at me. He’s not…staring exactly. It’s more than that. He’s caressing me with every pass of his gaze, and it’s making me want him to stay and maybe go another round or two. Despite the fact that it’s almost three in the morning and I have to be up and on the road in seven hours.
So not the plan. Do not deviate from the plan.
Tearing my eyes from him, I walk over to my open suitcase in the corner, grab a fresh pair of panties and one of my sleep shirts, and pull them on. Maybe I’ll feel a little more in control of this whole situation once I’m semi-clothed.
I can feel his eyes track me the entire time. I take a deep breath, trying to prepare myself to see him again without begging for another orgasm.
Or three.
When I do turn, he’s pulling the covers up over him a bit, and now I’m confused.
“You look pretty comfortable.” The comment comes off a little more accusatory than I’m aiming for, but I’m not following.
“Oh.” He sits straight up. “I’m sorry, did you want me to leave?”
“No. Yes? I don’t know. I thought you’d want to leave.” The words tumble out one right after the other. “I told you, I don’t do this. What’s the protocol?”
Swinging his legs out from under the covers, Henry stands and walks over to me in all of his half-naked glory. “Protocol for post sex?” He quirks an eyebrow and smiles at me. It’s the same smile he gave me before when we were talking, and my heart jumps in my chest.
Cut it out, heart. You’re not supposed to be involved.
“I’ve obviously had sex, but I don’t know how one-night stands are supposed to go. Do you leave? Do you stay? Do we have sex again?” Just asking makes me feel stupid, inept, and completely out of my element.
He opens his mouth to answer, then seems to think better of it and pauses for a moment before he finally speaks.
“It’s—I mean, the rules are whatever we make them, Gianna. Just like what we just did.”
Deciding to lean into my new bold personality, I go with my first instinct.
“Would it be completely out of line to ask you to stay?”
His eyes widen, and the question hangs between us for a long moment.
A long enough moment that I backpedal. Hard. “Unless you don’t do that, in which case forget I said that completely. Actually, forget this ever happened. I told you I don’t know how this all works.”
Instead of saying anything to put me out of my misery, he shifts toward me with a small grin on his face.
“I can stay.”