“I meant every word. I’m sorry I haven’t said it sooner.”
“I think it was always supposed to play out this way. We both needed to find our way here on our own timeline.” I say. Henry doesn’t say anything in return he just kisses me, harder this time and my heart races with our bodies being so close to one another.
He breaks monetarily from our frantic kissing to remove his trouser and boxers, and finally he is released and the air stills. He takes a condom out of his bedside drawer and slides it into place. My legs quiver in anticipation.
He lowers his body, cradling my own. His arms fall either side of my head and I feel no part of me is untouched. I feel completely consumed by him and I my skin vibrates with need to get even closer.
“I want to explore this body inch by inch, licking, caressing until you come apart.” He whispers in my ear, sending heat straight between my legs. My legs tighten around him as I wrap them around his waist.
“Yes.” I pant into the crook of his neck, sucking, biting. I’m not normally like this, but Henry has driven me mad with a lustful haze and I can’t get enough of his taste or scent. I need it all now. “But right now, I need to be inside you. I’ve waited too long.” I let out a breathy gasp at the feel of him pressing against my entrance. He adjusts himself and pushes down on my centre, overwhelming pleasure and need crawls up my spine as he enters me inch by inch. My breath escapes me in a groan and I press my finger nails into the ridges of his back. Hands, limbs and our bodies connect in an eruption of desire and bliss. Ourbreathing becomes ragged with each passing minute. His body is like a drug I can’t get enough of, consuming me, sending me to a state of euphoria.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He mouths against my lips. “You’re perfect.” He continues, each word feels like a warm caress down my body.
“Henry–” I say, not knowing what to say, but it’s like he knows my intent as he nods in agreement. Kissing me harder again, I feel like I’m floating on a cloud. He keeps a rhythm, building my pleasure to its max, while never taking his lips off of my skin, kissing, licking and nipping. Our bodies reaching to one another, coming alive, pulses quickening in rhythmic harmony. We reach the peak together and his name escapes my lips as my orgasm spills over. My vision darkens and this must be what complete bliss feels like. My orgasm lasts so long I’m left a shivering sweaty mess by the end of it, embarrassment would have consumed me if I hadn’t opened my eyes to see Henry panting in the same blissed out state. Henry crashed to the bed and without words– because really we didn’t need them after that– he pulled me into his arms and the darkness peacefully settled around us.
Thirty One
Henry
My body wakes me at 6 a.m., despite not going to bed until nearly three. After having the best night of my life, I couldn’t switch my mind off. We just lay there for hours, tangled up and talking, until she finally fell asleep on my chest.
Now, she’s rolled onto her side, the sheets twisted around her, and I can’t stop staring. Normally, I’d have been gone before dawn to avoid the small talk and awkward goodbyes that follow. I’ve always been upfront — one night only, no confusion, no complications. But this… this is different.
With Matilda,everythingis different.
The morning light spills across her bare shoulder, softening the lines of her body, and I realise I’ve never woken to anything so beautiful. One time will never be enough. I don’t think a lifetime would be enough. Her laugh, her scent, the way she scrunches her nose when she’s thinking — it’s all lodged itselfsomewhere deep under my ribs. It’s like I’ve opened Pandora’s box, and there’s no chance in hell I’m shutting it again.
By the time she wakes, I’ve showered, thrown on a t-shirt, and I’m halfway through making French toast while the coffee machine hums quietly.
Then she appears — wearing one of my old gym shirts, her hair a mess of soft waves, her legs bare beneath the hem. It’s the most dangerously domestic sight I’ve ever seen.
“Morning,” she says, voice husky with sleep, a lazy smile tugging at her lips.
“Good morning,” I reply, setting a cup down in front of her. “Coffee?”
“Please. Did you do all this?” she asks, eyeing the plates like she’s stumbled into an alternate universe.
“Yes. I thought we’d carry on the French breakfast tradition.”
“Do we have a tradition now?” she teases, sitting down. “I like it. I’m impressed too — this looks amazing.”
“I could probably offer you scrambled eggs on toast next time you stay at mine,” I say casually.
She laughs, not realising what she’s just implied. “I haven’t shopped in a while.”
“When will I stay at yours?” I ask, leaning over the counter, amused by her fluster.
She blushes. “Whenever you want.”
“Really?” I grin, walking round to her, resting my hands on her hips. “What about tonight?” I lower my lips to her neck, feeling her shiver as I kiss a trail to her shoulder.
“But we have work tomorrow,” she gasps as I nip lightly at her skin.
“Yes. Luckily, we can carpool — our offices are close together.”
“But what if someone sees us together?”
“Matilda, we work together every day.”
