46. Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Six
Kat
Iabsolutely blacked out that time. Because the next solid ground I stood on was my head on Henry’s chest—all of me, actually—his arms around me, hands in my hair and on my back. I was trembling violently, but he had the comforter pulled up over us.
And he was kissing my face and stroking my hair. And talking to me.
“You did such a good job, baby girl. I’m so proud of you. I knew you could do it,” he whispered fervently. His tone had me internally preening like a freaking cat.
Fitting.
I looked up at him and again desperately wanted to kiss him. He shook his head, and I knew he could see what I wanted. He pulled me up his body so that my head was in the crook of his neck, taking away the possibility.
“No, baby, you didn’t want that. I know.
I’ve got you. It’s okay,” he murmured. We stayed like that for a little while.
I thought maybe he was watching me. I was listening to his heart, with occasional interjections from the movie, pretty sure I’d never be able to move again.
I felt utterly boneless. But finally, I could.
I pulled back to look at him, knowing the trembling had receded for good. For now.
“Hi,” I said softly. He smiled and booped my nose with his.
“Hi.”
Then, “Are you okay?”
With an immediately concerned look on his face. I nodded, my smile spreading wider.
“Words,” he whispered.
“I’m fantastic,” I admitted. The smile I received made my heart pound in my throat. There was so much there. I couldn’t-
“Three,” he whispered. And, “Thank you.” I laughed.
“I think that’s my line,” I responded. He shook his head.
“Thank you for trusting me. I know you could’ve tapped out at any time,” he admitted honestly. But that right there was why I didn’t.
I’d felt safe the entire time.
Cherished, adored the entire time.
And I’d finally… let go.
Now I just needed to find my way back, somehow.
“I do trust you, Henry. I’ve trusted you from day one,” I whispered. He kissed my temple again, unable to stop kissing my face. I wasn’t complaining. I was his good girl after all. This is how a good girl should be treated. I approved.
“I trust you, too, Kat. I hope you know that. But I’m not going to lie, that was so wildly fun for me,” he confessed. I just looked at him for a moment.
“How? You got nothing out of it. You’re still hard as a rock against my stomach,” I asked.
“Baby girl, I get so, so much out of giving you that. You give me your trust and I give you the absolute best pleasure I can. I might not have physically gotten off, but I sure as hell get off from that,” he explained.
I shrugged. Okay, then. I rolled to the side, though, taking him in my hand.
Air whistled through his teeth at the deliberate touch after so long holding back.
“Can we try and see if we can change that, though?” I asked. Hoping and praying he’d say yes. He nodded. I grinned.
“But if I tell you to stop, you need to stop, okay? Not guessing and hoping it’ll be fine, just stop. Yeah?” he asked. I nodded enthusiastically. He smiled weakly at me.
“Okay. Stop.”
I laughed, but did as he said.
I was suspicious that he made me hydrate.
We were SO not going past three, sorry buddy.
He was INSANE if he thought otherwise. But I couldn’t not let him play with his new favorite toys while I was softly stroking him. I wasn’t an asshole.
He was giving me the best little noises.
And I knew some of them were from trying to control his breathing.
The longer he could control his breathing, the longer I could keep going.
I felt terrible that it was because of ME that we were struggling to give him orgasms on his birthday.
And it completely ruled out sex which was just wildly rude of my nervous system.
Fucking PTSD.
“Stop,” he murmured, his eyes closed. I let go immediately, moving to kiss his chest, and run my fingers through his hair. And as I found myself unintentionally pushing my nipples further between his fingers, I realized something he definitely already had.
I had vowed we were done, or at least I was.
But the bastard knew I got off on giving him pleasure just as much he did with me.
And I was horny as hell again, a new wetness spreading between my thighs.
Goddammit.
With his eyes closed, he still found his way down my body. He stroked my hip gently, and it made me realize how glad I was we’d done most of this in the dark, the shadows. How glad I was that he’d had my legs spread, bent at the hip and knee, because it hid the bruises on my hip.
I was a fucking moron for forgetting about that. But he hadn’t seen it. He knew it was there, but he hadn’t SEEN it. And now? Now he was stroking it very, very gently.
And then he moved on, caressing the curve of my ass, down the outside of my thigh. I recognized it for the question it was.
I lifted my knee.
He smiled, even with his eyes closed.
“That’s my girl.”