13. Henry
She askedif she could sit on my face.
Gia just asked to sit on my face like she was asking for chocolate cake for dessert, and of course I’m going to say yes, but I’d be lying if the words alone didn’t get me half hard again.
“Anything you want, Gia. I told you.” Grinning, I bend to wrap my arms around her waist and throw her over my shoulder. She lets out a little squeal and braces her hands against my back as I carry her over to the bed.
I swat her ass playfully before flipping her onto her back on the bed. The look of shock on her face is enough to make me laugh, and I do. I quickly crawl onto the bed next to her, turning so I’m on my back.
Glancing next to me, I watch her watch me. It occurs to me that she might not have done this before. “Are you going to come over here?”
“Is that a yes?” Her eyes round, and that shocked look is still firmly in place.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Gia. We don’t have to do anything at all.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Her eyebrows pull down, and she looks at me like I’ve grown an extra limb.
Being called ridiculous stings, and I’m sure I cringe or wince or something equally as…well, ridiculous. I know she doesn’t mean it the way I hear it. But my brain can’t process that so quickly.
“I didn’t mean—Henry, you”re not ridiculous. I’m ridiculous. I’m just—who asks someone to do…” She waves her hand toward the general area of my face and shakes her head, her cheeks pinking.
“Hey, come here.” I hold my arm out, and she moves to me instantly without question, curling into my side. Hugging her to me, I turn slightly and press a kiss to her forehead. “I’m serious. I’m very down for this. The thought of you climbing on top of me and letting me make you come on my tongue has me almost hard again.”
I glance down at my cock just as she does, and the evidence supporting my claim can’t be refuted.
“Oh. Really? I haven’t ever…” She trails off but lets the hand that’s resting on my stomach trail a little lower.
“If it’s something you want, I can guide you. But once you’re where you need to be, you’ll get how things work.”
Turning her head toward me, she searches my face before nodding.
“Anytime you don’t like something, we stop, okay?”
“Okay.” She starts shifting away from me, waiting for some kind of direction.
“Just start by straddling my chest, then I’d recommend grabbing the bed frame for balance and getting comfortable.” I don’t know why I’m suddenly feeling shy or nervous about just telling her to put her pussy in my face. It’s certainly not my first time.
She does as I say, balancing on her knees and slowly scooting up my body. Once she’s hovering over my face, I inhale her scent and groan. “Are you holding on?” I ask, tipping my head back so I can see that she’s doing just that.
Reaching up, I palm one of her breasts, tweaking her nipple lightly. The subtle touch makes her lean forward, bringing her pussy right where I want it. “I’m going to pull your hips down, okay?”
She glances down, her mouth parted slightly, and nods. I continue rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger for a moment before I bring both hands to her hips and pull her down to my face. She resists, probably scared of actually sitting on my face, but the moment my tongue touches her clit, she cries out and relinquishes control.
I can almost still taste myself on my tongue from our kiss after she went down on me, and the mingling of her taste with mine is almost enough to fracture my brain into a million pieces. That, coupled with the sounds she’s making and the way she’s rocking against my face, has me so hard I’m afraid I might come again just like this.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I grip her hips and help her move against me. Once I start flicking my tongue against her clit, she starts babbling, and it both urges me on and makes me want to smile.
My body starts moving on its own. I’m so turned on that I can’t help but hump the air, desperate for something. Friction. Heat. Her.
I love this. I love making her feel good. I love the way she’s open and honest about what she wants. I fucking love that she asked for this.
Flexing my hips, I search for something I won’t find. I take her clit between my lips again, sucking and flicking, and her hips move as desperately as mine, and finally she cries out.
She comes spectacularly, beautifully. My face is wet with her release, and she rides out the aftershocks, literally. Once she stills, I hear her take slow, deep breaths. I keep my eyes closed and breathe her in as she hovers above me.
When I open my eyes again, hers are closed, and her face is tipped up to the ceiling. “I don’t think I can move,” she whispers before letting out a slightly unhinged laugh.
Smiling to myself, I lift her just enough so that she can fall to the side. When she turns to me, her eyes are glassy, and she has a goofy smile on her face. She looks wrung out and satisfied. Our feet tangle together, and we just lie on the bed, both of us trying to catch our breath. After we hooked up the first time and I subsequently crashed and burned, attempting to hook up with some random tourists, I thought I lost my mojo.
I thought maybe my time having no strings, hot sex might be over.
But this? This is somehow already better than our first go-around, and I’m not even inside her yet.
Reaching toward her, I tip her chin up and lean in for a kiss. I’m still hard, even harder than before, and as our tongues tangle together, I can’t help but hope she’s ready for another round. She presses close to me, her breasts molding against my chest. A breathy moan escapes her when she throws her leg over my hip.
“You said something about fucking me the way I deserve?” she murmurs the question against my neck, licking a path with her tongue.
“I—” My brain finally catches up to my body, and I can’t believe how stupid I am. “I don’t have a condom.” I blurt it out because I don’t know what else to do.
We could go sans condom.
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.
The fact that I even thought that has me reeling. I’ve never once in my life had sex without a condom. It’s par for the course. Protection is always paramount. An accidental kid right now would be a nightmare.
The thing is, for reasons outside of my understanding, If I were to have sex without a condom, it would be with Gia.
What the fuck is this woman doing to me?
“I’ve got some.” She rolls away from me and walks into the bathroom, then reappears, holding up a couple of condoms, a small smile quirking her lips.
She places a couple on the bedside table before she climbs back onto the bed and hands me the one she kept. Ripping the package open, I roll it on quickly. I reach over, grasping her waist and swinging her on top of me.
She straddles me and manages to catch herself with her hands on my chest before toppling on top of me. “You want me on top?”
“I seem to remember you really enjoying being on top, but if you’re not interested, I’ve got at least half a dozen positions I’ve been dreaming about putting you in,” I answer truthfully.
Visions of her bent over with her hands on the tile wall in the shower flood my brain. I can picture the water falling down over both of us as I take her hard from behind. The slap of our skin, our moans filling the air around us. A flash of her riding me on my couch at home, our bodies moving in sync, almost like we’re one being. Her just taking complete control, bending me to her every desire. Her every need. It’s like a supercut in my mind of all the things I want to do to her. To do with her.
She doesn’t say anything, she just reaches down and grasps me in her hand. Lining me up with her entrance, she holds my stare as she slowly drops onto my cock. The sensation is otherworldly. Once she’s seated, she lets out a low moan and moves one of her hands to her breast.
Then she’s moving. Leaning forward, she rides me, squeezing me with her internal walls in some kind of insane rhythm. Every roll of her hips has me rushing closer and closer to oblivion. I was halfway there before we even got the condom on.
I reach out, palming the breast she left unattended. Pinching and rolling her nipple, I watch as my attention pulls gasps and moans from her. Eyes locked on me, Gia slows to drag out every second. I bring my thumb to the place where our bodies meet and let her movements drag it right against her clit.
Watching her move, watching her take everything she needs fills me with a satisfaction that merely fucking her could never give me. It’s the knowledge that everything she’s doing, everything she’s demanding from me right now, is because it makes her feel good.
And I love it. Something about this feels different and exciting and so hot. I don’t ever want it to stop.
“Henry, please.” She gasps and pitches forward to drag me into a searing kiss that has me melting into the mattress.
Her hips snap faster, and I grip one of her hips in one hand, leaving the other at her clit so I can get her where she needs to be. Hopefully fast. There’s a crackling stirring at the base of my spine, and my abdomen clenches with a need so strong I almost come.
“That’s it, babe.” The pet name slips out, and I barely process it, but I know I probably shouldn’t have said it. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever called anyone that. I don’t have the capacity to worry about it now.
She’s taken over, pinching her own nipple, and the sight of her head thrown back, mouth open in pleasure, almost makes my eyes go crossed.
Fucking up into her, I press against her clit, and feel her pussy flutter and finally clench around me. Gia gasps and keeps her head thrown back as she fucks me even harder. As she reaches her peak, I go off. Fire spreads from the base of my spine through my whole body. My eyes slam shut, and stars spark against the black. All I feel is her, and an immeasurable amount of pleasure.
I’m panting when my body finally stills under her. She gives a couple of half-assed rolls of her hips, and I’m so sensitive that I almost whimper. Finally, she lets out a long sigh and collapses on top of me. Bringing my arms around her back, I hold her close and breathe her in. The scent of sweat and sex clings to both of us. I nuzzle her neck, then plant one kiss and another before just lingering with my lips touching her skin.
After a minute or two—hell, it could’ve been an hour for all I know—she sits up again. Her inner walls clench once around my softening cock, and this time I do whimper.
I look up and see a flash of satisfaction in her eyes, and I swear she squeezes down on me again just to see what I’ll do.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I growl, gripping her hips tight.
Smirking, she slowly pulls off of me and plants a kiss in the middle of my chest. She’s so confident and comfortable with me, even though this is only our second meeting, and it has a warm feeling filling my chest.
“No, just taking notes.”
“Oh? Notes? Did you have any from last time?” I want to know about all of these mental notes she’s apparently been taking. I stand up, remove the condom, and tie it off before chucking it in the trash.
Holding up a finger, she heads back to the bathroom and shuts the door. After a minute, I hear the faucet running and then she’s back. She makes a pit stop at the dresser and pulls out a pair of panties and one of her many sleep shirts. She slips them both on, then comes back to the bed and slips under the covers.
Trying not to overthink it, I find my boxer briefs, slip them on, and join her in bed.
“You like it when I take control. That was the biggest one. And you like when I use my nails, like when my hands are in your hair. Or on your thigh,” she tells me matter-of-factly, and for a second I just gape at her.
I don’t know that I’d verbally claim either of those things. But thinking about it, yeah, she’s totally right.
“Am I wrong?” A deep groove appears between her eyebrows, and she purses her lips.
“No, no. I guess. I don’t know. I’ve never really been with anyone for any length of time, so I’ve never really had anyone tell me what they thought I was into.”
“Any length of time being more than a night?” Her question isn’t accusatory but probing.
“More or less, yeah.”
“This is now kind of a two-night stand.” She says what I’m thinking.
I hum in agreement, not really sure what to say.
Yeah, this is technically a two-night stand, but right now I’m thinking of all the ways I could convince her into extending it far past that.
The thought scares me a little. But not enough to stop me from pursuing her. Maybe Hank and Betty were right.
Why wouldn’t I date her?