Chapter Twelve My Guardian
Maya
The man could kiss. Of this, there was no doubt.
I loved the way he tasted and it made me feel hot everywhere.
I never remembered feeling like this before with a couple of other men who had kissed me.
Maybe that was why all I allowed was one kiss then I never dated them again.
Henry seemed to be very different and I knew this before he ever kissed me.
And I realized that I wanted him too. How could this be though?
Then I remembered now how I noticed him right away when the kids and I followed him to their vehicle the day we were rescued.
Of course, I did. Tall, wide shouldered and fit.
Then he had those mesmerizing green eyes.
Oh, and he smelled good. So good, all the time.
I noticed this back in Mexico City at the hotel.
When we took the kids up and down in that glass elevator.
Yes, I think I was stricken by his good looks, the Brit accent and those eyes of his.
Now? It was his lips and his tongue I fell for.
The kiss got hotter and we were breathing heavily, suddenly desperate to be close while we nearly tore each other’s clothes off, then we came together skin to skin. It just seemed to happen all at once, a sudden leap of passion and need. Like we both went crazy and just had to taste each other.
Backing me up to his bed, he turned me and we both fell on it together.
I instantly loved the feel of him brushing up against me. Yes, his skin felt as smooth as it looked. And all those ripped muscles were just as hard as I envisioned.
He captured my mouth in another wild, fiery kiss. It went on and on as I got breathless. Finally, he pulled back and we were both panting for air. He lowered his body down along mine as his hot mouth kept roaming over my skin. His hands followed the same path.
Heat, all I knew was this enveloping heat, everywhere along my body. I never felt this way the one time I had been with a guy. It had never been like this.
Finally, he grasped my hips, tilting them upward. “I hope you’re ready for this,” he warned as he lowered his head between my thighs. He got to it immediately, sliding his tongue up and down along my wet folds.
Again, this was new to me as I wasn’t prepared for such an overwhelming feeling.
I was now gasping with an unrelenting pleasure.
I thrashed my head back and forth as he licked and sucked on me, seeming to enjoy everything he did to me.
Tanta roba! Men actually did this to women and enjoyed it like Henry was?
He hummed against my mound, his lips brushing my skin.
With his humming and licking, my hips arched upward and I helplessly came into his mouth. My body trembled as I breathlessly whispered his name.
He took his time finishing the heavenly treatment and kissed the skin along my inner thighs then he slid himself up along my body.
Tucking his arms under me, he held me close.
“I knew I would get hooked on the flavor of you.” He leaned in and kissed me deeply again.
Finally, he pulled back and his eyes sparkled with a seeming joy.
Breathless, I couldn’t speak yet. But I had noticed that when he felt passion, his eyes deepened in color like emeralds. What man had eyes like this? I was still shocked by this trait.
He chuckled and asked, “Are you alright, Maya?”
“I have…” I paused and tried again, “Never had…” I had to wait until my lungs were ready for me to speak.
“That is a shame, but I am glad I am your first. Never fear, I will be doing it quite often. I love the way you taste.” He caressed my cheek as he kept gazing into my eyes.
I admit it, I became spellbound by this man. If I ever could be hooked on something it would be for what he just did. It was erotic, heavenly and addictive. “Henry?”
“Yes, my dear?”
I loved that perfect English accent of his. I giggled as I teased him, “Are you done?”
He laughed. “I now know that I will never be done with you, sweet Maya. I just wanted to give you a break.”
“A break?” I felt confused. “From what?”
“A complete shagging as we brits call it. An unwavering storming of your senses. I wish to give you so much pleasure and joy that you will never leave me.”
I stilled at this wild statement and asked, “You are serious?”
“Never been more. I want to make you the happiest, most loved Maya Angel on the planet. You deserve the best and maybe you deserve better than me. But I will be your everything, I promise.”
I stared up at the ceiling. I never met a man who said the kind of things he did. In fact, I suddenly realized Sir Henry was everything a man should be. Kind, warm and protective. Then there were his other traits. Sexy, the best kisser, with a mouth that could rock my world.
Bolting up, he took me into his arms and swiftly carried me across the luxurious room.
I was startled as he’d moved so fast and I didn’t know he intended to leave the room either. “What the…?”
“I was just envisioning the perfect dream in my head. You, naked under the warm water of a shower, moaning for me and looking sexy as hell,” he quipped. “So, I intend to make that into a reality.”
I laughed.
He carried me into the bathroom and set me down on the long counter with two sinks.
I glanced around at the gold faucets and the huge wall length mirror.
My cheeks flushed at all my naked skin glaring back at me from that mirror.
This reflection caught me unawares and I wasn’t used to being nude with someone but somehow, I ceased to really care.
With him, it just felt natural. I watched him as he moved around in the open shower.
If you could call it that. This was a room sized shower, maybe like a steam room instead.
Larger than some people’s bedrooms. I had seen some luxurious places in my life but not like this house had.
If it were possible this whole mansion was beyond luxury.
Mr. Mancini must have told the designers or plumbers, ‘Build me the Shangri-la of bathrooms. Everything spacious, gold trimmed, and over the top.’
Henry turned the water on and came back over to scoop me up as he promised in a rumbling whisper, “I shall have you screaming my name.”
I shivered at his sexy vow.
Setting me down on the long bench in Shower-la as I now thought of it, he turned to grab a loofah.
Lathering it up with body wash – one of the five on the shelf – he started at my neck then lowered it down along my breasts, belly, and thighs.
He knelt and raised each foot to place a kiss on my toes then he washed my feet as well.
I giggled. I loved everything he did, I loved the way he smiled and seemed so enraptured by me. No one had ever done this for me before. With Henry, I experienced many firsts.’
Next, he started playing with my body, gently tweaking my nipples, grazing my skin with light kisses and caressing me in all the right ways.
I got wetter and felt like I was on fire. I wanted him, needed him and I started to believe I would be addicted to him if he kept this up.
Grabbing me suddenly, Henry turned and sat down on the bench with me on his lap.
I wondered what he planned on doing next.
This man had already surprised me like no other ever had.
Grasping my waist and raising me up, he positioned himself and entered me.
I gripped his shoulders and took a gasping breath.
He fit me so tightly that I moaned. I admit I wasn’t used to being with a man but I could get used to this.
He then began to thrust into me, deep and hard.
I could barely catch my breath. This was like nothing I ever dreamed a man could do.
Yes, he’d waited to do this but now that he was inside me, he wasted no time.
He pumped into me wildly and went so deep that all I could do was hang onto his shoulders. I even think my eyes rolled in my head.
Unexpectedly, he pulled out of me, then stated, “I want you in so many ways.” Turning me around, he grasped my ass cheeks, squeezing them as he spread my thighs and entered me from behind.
A swift upward thrust. Again, he took my breath from me as he reached around and grabbed each breast to squeeze them while he delved into me.
I felt totally lost now. He put me into a state of pure euphoria. I climaxed immediately and I did just as he’d promised, I screamed his name. Shuddering with erotic pleasure, my legs went to jelly. I wobbled a bit and dipped forward.
Catching me in mid fall, he murmured to my ear, “Uh-uh, uh-uh. I’m not done with you yet.”
I could not really speak but I asked in my head, ‘What else could he do to me?’
It seemed he had plenty of ideas. Kneeling to part my folds, he placed his hot mouth over my still throbbing clit. He held my thighs open to keep me steady as he sucked on me.
Stunned, I drew in a breath of surprise, he’d done this earlier but, in this position, it was even more seductive. My mind shut down as he built me up all over again. “P-please…” I begged, although I had no idea what I pleaded for.
He just kept at it, laving me and suckling on me. Reaching up with his other hand, he grasped one of my ass cheeks, squeezing it firmly.
“Ohhh, H-Henry,” I cried his name out a second time as I leaned my head back and came hard. I then paused to catch my breath and attempted to slow my pulse before I blinked my eyes to focus on him.
Licking his lips, he rose up as he held my body in a supportive grasp.
“Did you know that you are mine, Maya Angel? If not, you need to believe that now.” He tugged me up against his hard warm body from behind and raised one thigh to slip his cock into me.
Then he moved inside me slowly like he had all night to enjoy this.
After another few minutes of this hot sensuous sliding, he finally came.
The warmth of his hot seed along with his guttural growl in my ear had me orgasming all over again.
After he sat back down on the bench with me, he held me close for a few quiet minutes as the steam built up around us. “Just remember, I will be your guardian from now on. You are too precious to lose.”
I couldn’t seem to reply. He showed devotion and such reverence to me.
But I truly didn’t understand how he could do so when he barely knew me.
However, it occurred to me that he just got to know me very well and intensively in the last twelve hours or so.
I gave him a lazy grin as I was like a rag doll.
Just limp and happy. I do not think I remembered ever feeling quite like this.
He then proceeded to gently wash my hair. “All this jet-black silk,” he commented as he then rinsed the shampoo out. “And I assume you will need some of this,” he commented while lathering in the conditioner. After a moment of massaging my scalp, he gently rinsed it out as well.
Finally, he shut the water off and joked about the large shower room, “We shall leave this huge coliseum of wet warmth. But we will return someday.” He laughed as he grabbed a large fluffy towel, then carried me to the bed and gently rubbed me down with it.
I couldn’t move at all. Apparently, my body had just given up attempting to be normal and I suddenly smiled.
I remembered a book I read once with a line that fit this feeling, ‘Rode hard and put away wet.’ I let out a funny sound that should have been a laugh but it sounded like a baby piglet snort.
He chuckled as he seemed to understand that I was attempting to laugh. Whispering to my ear, he said, “Now, I will hold you and sleep beside you, sweet Maya.”
I couldn’t reply as I had hit my limit of energy.
But I did want this man to wrap me up in his warmth and hold me.
For the last several years, I sure could have used such comfort.
Seems I had that now. He announced that he was now my guardian.
I never saw this coming, the day they showed up in the slums of Catemaco looking for the twins.
My mother used to say that my father had been like the sun rising above all the clouds in her life. How true, Mama. How true. A satisfied smile slipped over my lips as my eyes dropped closed and I gave into sleep.