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“To please,” he states with a smirk, lowering himself between my legs until all I can see is the top of his head between my thighs. “My body to worship.” He blows a hot breath over my soaked knickers.
“Oh God,” I moan when his hands grip my hips and drag me right to the edge of the table.
His lips are flush to my pussy, his nose nudging my clit as he inhales deeply.
“Mmm,” he hums as his tongue flattens over the dark lace, and he licks all the way up to my clit, sucking it into his mouth along with my underwear.
Nothing’s ever felt so good. My blood pounds through my veins as I clutch at the edge of the table, and he continues toying with my sensitive nub. Uncontrollable shivers roll through me as Henry tugs my knickers over my hips and down my legs.
“Look at you,” he groans, running his fingers through my slit as he peers up at me with my knickers pressed to his nose. His eyes are closed as he inhales deeply with another pleasured hum.
I can’t bring myself to be embarrassed because the instant our stares meet, I want to throw myself at him. I want to be held by him. To be loved in ways that no one has or could ever love me. Not like him. I want his intensity to own me. To never let me go.
I want to be the only star in his sky. The only moon the light of his affection shines on. And it doesn’t matter how much it hurts. I’ll take this unending torture every day if it means I’m the centre of his obsession.
“So fucking wet for me.” Dropping my underwear from his face, he sucks his glistening fingers into his mouth. “You taste as sweet as you smell,” he rasps, palming my pussy with his other hand while he sucks his fingers again.
“So good,” he rumbles with a hard slap to my clit.
“Fuck!”
“Not yet, darling,” he chuckles darkly with another swat to my soaked flesh before he pushes two fingers inside me. “I’m going to give you what you deserve, Eve.”
Curling his fingers inside me, he pushes deeper. I can’t stop the frissons of pleasure from bowing my body and writhing over his hand and face as he licks my clit, working his tongue in endless circles and unforgiving lashes that cause me to moan and buck.
I’m chasing everything he gives me—every stroke of his fingers and every rake of his teeth. Edging his fingers out of my pussy, he shallows in and out, short thrusts that have my body tensing, my pussy squeezing tighter, clenching and clenching until his fingers feel too big. Too much to bear.
“Come for me, beautiful girl,” he coaxes into my throbbing flesh in between soft nips to my thighs.
“Oh, God,” I mewl into the air as I claw at my thighs for some kind of reprieve as my insides twist savagely, sending endless shocks of pleasure to my core.
The frenetic rhythm of my heart pulses through my hands, pounding harder and faster to my toes as they curl with every lick of ecstasy. I’m shaking and shuddering, and I can do nothing but feel the heat of my orgasm ripping through me with his name on my lips. Moan after moan cuts through my lungs.
“Henry.” My tremulous cries fill the air, echoing around me.
“That’s it, darling, give me everything,” he growls, fucking my pussy with long strokes that draw out the never-ending avalanche of sensation and overwhelming relief.
“Good girl.” Henry palms my pussy, collecting all my juices before he braces himself over me.
One hand roughly combs through the roots of my hair while the one wet with my orgasm fists his dick between us.
“Good fucking girl,” he repeats, fucking his hand harder and faster with guttural grunts and raw groans that I drink up greedily with the scent of my pleasure ripe on his lips.
“Fuck!” The strangled curse booms into my lungs.
I’m choking on the sound of his orgasm as he quakes above me and his cum spurts over my belly and my breasts, hot and sticky.
“Fuck,” he growls low and breathlessly, collapsing on top of me.
For a long moment, we don’t move. I relish the thrum of his heart over mine as I trace the beads of sweat on his back and hold him as tight as I can. I don’t know what’s better, the dirty sex or this. The aftermath. Where we’re both too spent to move, too breathless to talk. We can just be and revel in the stillness of the world.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
HENRY
This phone call is dragging while Eve steeps in the bath and I make another coffee. I want her again. My body is so acutely aware of her presence that it refuses to relax. The taut gnawing of desire sparks over my skin. There’s never been a woman I’ve longed for as much as I yearn for Eve, with every echelon of my being. It’s something entirely new, a feeling that encompasses everything I am or will ever be.
“You’re not serious, are you?” Simon laughs. “Do you honestly think that this will end well for either of them?”
