Chapter 19
nineteen
AMANDA
Candlelight sent dancing shadows across the room as Henry cradled me in his lap.
He seemed perfectly content to relax, but I wasn’t finished with him.
I’d had two orgasms to his zero, and I was just as desperate to see him come as he’d been to see me.
My breathing was still uneven, and my pulse rocketing as I whispered against his lips.
‘Let me please you too.’ Henry pulled back enough for those blue eyes to search my face. For good measure, I dropped my voice lower and added a, ‘Sir.’
The moment he caved was clear as day on his face. ‘Whatever the lady wants.’
Lifting me from his lap, he deposited me on the bed and moved across the room to a leather armchair. Sitting, he watched me. While I was completely naked, Henry still remained fully clothed. It only highlighted his stance as the one taking control.
‘Come here,’ he demanded.
Standing, I took a step forward.
‘No, baby.’
He paused.
‘Crawl to me.’
For a moment, a flare of defiance seared me. A moment of what the fuck? But seeing him there, leaning back at ease in the armchair, his thick forearm draped over one side, I couldn’t help but fold like a well-used deckchair.
My palms met the carpet, and I crawled toward him, my face heating as his teeth caught his lower lip. Never had anyone looked at me with so much unadulterated lust. Despite my current position, his desire made me feel powerful. To have a man so enraptured with me was addictive.
‘Beautiful,’ Henry crooned as I reached him, kneeling in front of his legs.
His easy praise had me eager to finally get my eyes and other parts on his cock.
Sliding his hand into my hair, he tipped my face to his, lifting me up on my knees until I winced. If I hadn’t been wet already, I would have been wet now.
‘Tell me what you want, Amanda.’
I swallowed, lips parted, unable to speak.
He reached for his waistband, slowly undoing the button. When he pushed the fabric aside, I caught a wicked glint of metal and my breath caught in my throat. I hadn’t in my wildest dreams expected him to be pierced.
‘Look at what you do to me?’
Henry pressed me downward until my face was three inches from his cock, close enough to see everything, but far enough that I couldn’t touch him.
My cheeks burned.
Using slow, deliberate strokes, he ran his hand over his thickness, his breath thickening with each twist of his wrist. His eyes locked on mine the moment I tore them away from the silver-topped cock.
‘You make me ache,’ he whispered. ‘All day. Every day. I’m supposed to be working, but all I can think about is you on your knees for me.’
A shiver stole over me, large enough that he noticed.
‘Do you want this, Amanda?’ he asked softly, thumb brushing over the tip.
‘God, yes,’ I whispered. ‘Yes.’
The way his jaw tightened had me melting.
‘Then come get it.’
Loosening his grip on my hair, he let me shift forward, my hands on his jeans. I kissed the gleaming tip gently before probing at the piercing with my tongue. It was an odd sensation, and I couldn’t help what it would feel like elsewhere.
The growl he gave made me slide my lips over the swollen tip of his cock, craving more of his pleasure. It was like his every moan fuelled me to take more. Henry let me explore him for a few minutes at my own pace, lathing him with my tongue into he grew veined and fully engorged.
‘That’s it,’ he whispered, using his hold on my hair to guide me. ‘Fuck, you’re good at this.’
When he pressed my head lower, he let out a shaky exhale that vibrated through every word he spoke next.
‘Christ, Amanda…’
Henry’s control waned. His hips rocked, slow at first, then with a punishing rhythm that stole my breath. He held me tight, saliva coating us both as he grazed the entrance to my throat.
And greedily, I wanted to take all of him.
‘Every time you comply like this, it ruins me a little more.’
My whole body heated at the deep growl in his words, then his tone darkened.
‘I thought about this,’ he said between thrusts into my mouth, his breath ragged, ‘every time you snapped at me. Every time that sharp little attitude flared up. I imagined fucking the attitude right out of you.’
I whimpered, the sound muffled against him.
‘Of you here, on your knees, taking every inch like a good girl.’
He shuddered.
‘I’m obsessed with you. I spend all day imagining what I’ll do to you when the house goes quiet. How I’ll take you apart. How I’ll fill you—’
My breath caught as he thrust sharply, piercing my throat as I gagged.
Henry tensed, hot cum filling my throat until I coughed and sent it spluttering over both of us in a great white stream.
He exhaled, in a long and slow groan, his fingers stroking the back of my neck as I knelt back and looked up at him. Satisfaction coiled in my chest at the way his face grew so utterly serene.
‘Come here,’ he said. ’Let me hold you.’
‘You’re covered in cum.’
‘So are you,’ he pointed out.
‘Good point.’
I curled into his lap and smiled. He pressed his nose to my hair, breathing me in.
‘Well, who knew you were hiding all that heat in that sharp little mouth of yours.’
‘Wait until you discover what other pleasures I’m hiding.’
‘Behave, you. I’m too tired for you to be getting me all horny again.’
I laughed. ‘Aren’t you the younger man? Shouldn’t you be halfway through round two already?’
‘Not when you sucked my soul out of my god damned cock.’
‘I have a gift for you,’ I said. ‘Mind if I go shower in my room and bring it through?’
‘I don’t need a gift, you’re gift enough, but go for it. I’ll come through in twenty?’
By the time we’d both showered and sat on my bed in the fluffy white Bayview Manor dressing gowns, tiredness nipped at my eyes.
I grabbed the little wrapped bundle from my dressing table and passed it to Henry, nerves bubbling in my stomach. Would he like it? Or was it stupid?
It took him about three seconds to unwrap the glass donkey ornament, its slightly crooked ears catching the glow of the lamp.
Henry stared at it for a long moment, his fingertip drifting over the wonky glass nose.
‘You got this for me?’ he asked.
‘I thought it looked like Merv. And you love him’
‘It does,’ he said, turning it over in his fingers like it was precious. ‘And I do.’
‘And this is for you.’ He passed over a lumpy, tissue-wrapped bundle. I took it and fondled its squishy form. My curiosity flared up. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his expression going shy in a way that didn’t match the man who’d just had me on my knees.
I tore into the tissue paper and froze.
It was a large, garish Christmas jumper. With a giant golden A on the front. Not exactly something I’d ever wear.
‘I, um. Wow.’
Henry laughed. ‘I know you said you hated Christmas, but I’m hoping it's a little more bearable this year. And you said that you had never really had the festive pyjamas or Christmas jumpers or any real traditions. I thought this could always remind you of Otterleigh Bay. And me.’
A lump formed in my throat so fast I nearly choked on it.
He wasn’t teasing. He’d listened and remembered.
‘Well, I suppose things are looking up this year.’
‘Put it on,’ he said.
The jumper swamped me, but it was warm and soft and a little like Henry.
‘Shit, Amanda, you’re beautiful.’
‘Like this?’
I squeaked when Henry grabbed me and pulled me back on the bed, wrapping himself around me as the jumper rode up just enough that cool air brushed my skin.
‘I like seeing you in something of mine.’
‘It’s hideous.’
‘But it’s ours now. Something that made me feel welcome, that I hope will make you feel the same.’
I’d never had a Christmas jumper, nor silly traditions. I’d always pretended it didn’t matter. That it was stupid.
But lying there, wrapped in something gaudy, felt almost like belonging.
Henry kissed me again, a sweet lingering kiss that contrasted so thoroughly with the heat from earlier, but felt no less important.
‘Merry Christmas,’ Henry mumbled into my hair when I turned over.
‘Merry Christmas, Henry.’
And outside the window, where I’d forgotten to shut the curtains, I saw snow drifting past the moon. For once, I let myself believe in magic.
Even if it was only for a few days.