37. “Helium” - Sia #2
I wiggle closer in response and feel him tighten.
He inhales a gasp, then spins me around.
The rustle of the zipper echoes in my belly.
It feels like he’s unzipping my soul, not just my dress.
His fingers feel like flames against my skin.
Instead of letting the gown drop to the floor, he carefully turns me around again to face him, holding it in place.
His eyes have grown black, and I swallow hard at the intensity in them.
“I’m embarrassed to admit how many times I’ve visualized this dress pooling at your feet,” he says. He slides a finger under each thin shoulder strap, and with a tiny flick, they slide down my arms. He lets out a shaky breath as his eyes traverse my bare body. “God, you are so fucking beautiful.”
Then, as if he can’t handle another second of not touching my skin, he pulls me against him, dragging his hands over every inch of me until I’m on the verge of crying out in frustration. He slides both hands behind my thighs and lifts me up gently. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”
I do as directed and fold my arms around his neck as he holds me against his chest. He continues his gentle assault of my mouth as he walks us toward the opposite side of the room and opens the door to the master suite.
He carries me to the bed and deposits me on it, then crawls until he’s hovering over me. Holding himself up on his hands, he gazes down at me. I spiral and drown in that look.
“Are you sure about this, C? It’s not too late to stop.” His voice is low and rumbling. It turns my insides to jelly. He’s wrong, though. It’s much too late to stop.
I reach up and pull his head down, earning a growl of pleasure as he kisses me with the hunger of a starving man.
He directs his attention to my neck and jaw. I squirm and moan under the sweet torture. “That sound is my new drug,” he says.
Turning his attention to my feet, he drops my heels onto the floor.
The action reverberates through my bones.
He grasps my left foot in his hand and presses a soft kiss to the arch, then a grin splits his face.
“Remember the night we had drinks in my room? Your modesty was applaudable, but your bare feet were so sexy I had to walk away before I did something stupid.”
I gasp as he eases himself on top of me again. His body is a delicious weight. He resumes his exploration, nipping at my skin all the way down to my navel. He leaves a trail of kisses along my waistline. The resulting tremors are an 8.0 on the Richter scale.
When he sits up again, I reach out and fumble with the buttons of his shirt under his steady gaze.
I’m a stick of butter. He’s the sun. The black ink of his tattoos peeks through as the fabric separates.
When I finally finish, he tosses it onto the floor and reclaims my mouth, the separation having been almost too much for either of us to bear.
“Do you know how long I’ve fantasized about this?” His voice is reminiscent of a pine forest: rough bark, soft needles, enveloping security.
I shake my head, surprised by the admission.
“Too long.” He nips at my nose.
I press my palms against his chest. “I want to see your tattoos.”
“Right now?”
“Yes. Tell me what they mean. Starting with this one.” I trace my fingers over the black arrow symbolically buried in his heart.
“That one has a few interpretations.”
“Tell me one.”
“A damaged heart can’t keep beating.” Henry shrugs, and I know that’s all I’m going to get.
He leans back as I run my fingers over the ink. His breathing becomes heavier with each touch. I feel myself becoming drunk on the power of it.
“Which one is your favorite?” I ask, after he’s told me the meaning behind each one I point to. His answers have gotten shorter as his desperation to get back to the task at hand increases.
“One you haven’t found yet,” he says. “But that’s enough talking for now.” He kisses me until the tattoos evaporate from my thoughts.
His warm palm smooths across my stomach before slowly sliding further, his fingers skimming the waistband of my panties. He swallows my involuntary gasp of anticipation.
“I’m going to seduce you, ravish you, and pleasure you,” he murmurs against my lips, “and then I’m going to take you.”
My heart shudders to a stop before resuming an erratic beat.
“I can’t wait to discover exactly what you like.” He nuzzles my neck as he says this, and his hand slips lower, until he’s cupping me, his warmth seeping through my panties, which are probably soaked by this point.
The pressure of his palm feels too good, and I arch into it. He purrs his approval and slips a finger just inside my waistband, sliding it back and forth along that sensitive line, a promise of what’s to come.
His path downward is excruciatingly slow, and I whimper in protest, bliss, agony—I don’t even know at this point. He finally reaches his destination after what feels like a lifetime, a journey that has left me breathless and panting for want of him.
Slipping a finger inside me, he shudders out a breath. “Fuck,” he moans. “You’re going to completely undo me, baby.” A second finger joins the first. “How are you so tight? And so wet? God, C.” His voice has grown raspy.
I’m unraveling. The way he’s moving inside me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and my climax hits before I can control it. He holds me close while continuing his relentless assault with his hand. When it’s over, I whisper, “That ended way too soon.”
He grins and takes my nipple in his mouth. I cry out at the biting pleasure. “You’re mistaken if you think you’re only getting one orgasm,” he says after releasing me. “I fully intend to ravish you all night long.”
The heat deep inside me grows until I’m consumed with it again. Henry searches my face, and his intensity surprises me. In this moment, I am his sole focus and desire, and the thought makes me melt.
He moves his mouth to my stomach, sucking and licking every inch of my skin. It’s impossible to stop the noises that leave my mouth of their own accord. I think this might be heaven.
When he reaches the top of my panties, he stops. “As much as I love these, it’s time for them to go.” He slips his hands inside and gently pulls them down my legs, the silky fabric no match for his sculpted fingers.
Now that I know what he’s capable of, there is no stopping the trembling that has overtaken me. My muscles quiver in trepidation and anticipation. He notices and places his palm flat on my stomach.
“Are you cold?”
I shake my head, because words have failed me at the moment.
“Do you trust me?”
I nod again, surprised to find that it’s true. I shouldn’t, but I do.
He gazes at me for a few more seconds, then turns his attention back to my body. Dropping a kiss to my navel, he nibbles his way to the source of all of my heat.
He looks up at me from between my legs. “I am dying to taste you,” he rasps. I quake, and his fingers gently knead me apart.
I cry out when his tongue touches the most sensitive part of me.
It’s all the encouragement he needs. He sucks and licks and teases me into oblivion, until the only thing I can think of is the all-consuming fire between my legs.
This orgasm hits harder, longer, and more intensely than the first. His tongue doesn’t let up its torment until I’m completely spent, a shaking mass on the bed.
He scoops me into his arms like I’m a small child. I feel like bawling. “You are incredible,” he whispers into my hair. “A fucking goddess.” He bites my earlobe softly and kisses his way down to my collarbone. How I’ll possibly survive another five minutes of this is beyond me.
“Henry—” I stammer. “I-I don’t think—”
“Shh,” he says. “Let me worry about that. Your job is just to feel. And I’m confident you have another orgasm or two still in you.”
I’ve never even experienced multiples before, let alone more than two, and I’m about to inform him of this when he covers my nipple with his mouth and that familiar heat begins to rise again. How?
If he was slow and calculating before, now his movements are frenzied, likely spurred on by his own need. He sheds the rest of his clothes, and his naked body is a sight to behold. He catches me staring and grins down at me.
It’s hot and slow and seductive, the way he moves over me, building my heat to a raging fire. When I don’t think my body can possibly handle any more, he enters me in a single, deep thrust.
It’s swift, erasing all thoughts from my mind as we tumble over together. His name rips out of me as he rips into me and the fire rips through me. Somehow, through the blinding bliss, it hits me that this is real. My dream has actually been fulfilled.
We’re going to live happily ever after.
It’s just like a fairy tale.