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But Henry pulled back, licking his lips. He dropped his hands from her thighs, once again leaning away from her. She knew what was coming, but the anticipation still made her shudder.
“Remove your panties.”
She should say something. Shouldn't she? This was going too fast, too far. Her body was on fire with desire. She wanted this, but she’d never done anything like it before. He should know that. “Henry—”
“Off, Sophie. Now.”
His words were firm, commanding. It made it so easy. All she had to do was listen to what he said, do what he said, and they’d both get what they wanted. She curled her fingers around the waistband of her panties and began sliding them down. As soon as they reached her knees, she let them fall.
Her panties dropped around her ankles and Sophie stepped out of them. He was still completely clothed, while she stood naked except for her shoes. She lifted one foot. “My shoes—”
“Leave them on.”
She inhaled sharply at the deep, wicked tone to his words. Henry got to his feet quickly, and reached out to trace the line of her jaw, dropping briefly to tweak her nipple before brushing through the soft, dark curls covering her sex.
Sophie trembled, hips twitching. Her slick lips slid against his palm.
“Oh god!” She moaned. He stepped closer, brushing a kiss across her mouth, tongue teasing at the seam of her lips. He didn’t move his hand.
“Lovely Sophie, turn around.”
Her hands curled into fists, but she did as he said, spinning until her back was to him. She gasped as he pressed his whole body against hers. She could feel the hard length of his cock prodding her buttocks and trembled. He nipped her shoulder while his arms came around her. The heavy material of his slacks chafed the backs of her thighs.
“Pu
t your arms around my neck,” he whispered against her lips. She slid her hands into his hair, clinging, and arching her back to press her breasts into his hand. “Mmm, yes. Like that. Now spread your legs for me.”
Again, she obeyed, leaning back against the tall, lean length of his body as she slid her feet farther apart. The rigid length of his erection pressed against the small of her back. Sophie rocked her hips, rubbing herself along his cock. Henry’s hands tightened on her. He ran his fingertips through her dark curls until he found the top of her slit. Sophie whimpered into his mouth as he parted the moist lips of her sex and slid one, then two, fingers inside her.
She bucked against his invading hand, body undulating against his as she chased the contact she so desperately needed. Henry rubbed the base of his palm in wide circles around her clit, his fingers pumping in and out of her clinging pussy. He curled his tongue around hers, sucking. She was so close, her orgasm a tight, glittering star nearly within her reach.
“Oh god!”
Henry plunged his fingers deeper into her, stroking against her slick inner walls. His long thumb pressed her clit hard while his other hand rolled the taut bud of her nipple between his calloused fingers.
Sophie came, moaning as she clamped around his fingers, squeezing rhythmically. All her muscles trembled as pleasure poured through her, hot and sweet as honey. She shuddered in his strong arms, pressing her mouth hard against his neck, tasting the salt of his skin. The tidal wave of sensation seemed to cover her for long minutes while she whimpered and panted.
He was still completely dressed. She was quaking in the aftermath of a truly spectacular orgasm, and Henry hadn’t even removed his watch. It made her feel hot and shivery all over again. He was murmuring to her, low words in another language. She didn’t understand them. She didn’t care. They were rough, sweet, sexy words. He whispered them between the soft kisses he rained down on her shoulders.
“C’è la mia bella ragazza.” He picked her up. Sophie melted into his chest, clutching to his strength. His lean muscles were taut against her skin, even through his shirt.
“I don’t know what that means.”
He nipped her lower lip. “It’s not important.” Henry pivoted, crossing the small sitting room in two strides. He pushed open the door with his foot, carrying her across the threshold into his bedroom. Sophie gasped. The entire wall was windows, looking out over the city.
The bed was massive, a great lake of a bed covered in a dark green blanket. She gave a small cry as Henry tossed her lightly into the center of the vast mattress. Sophie watched as Henry pulled off his shoes and socks and hastily tossed them aside before reaching for his shirt. She reached out, touching the back of his hand.
“Let me?”
His hands dropped. “Do it then. Undress me, Sophie.”
She bit her lip, tugging the shirt from his waistband, keeping her eyes on his face. Sophie opened each button slowly, baring his chest inch by inch. When every button was undone, she pulled his shirt open, shoving it off his wide shoulders and tugging it down his arms.
Henry pulled the sleeves free of his wrists and dropped the shirt. His chest was muscled and lightly furred with dark hair. Beneath the broad expanse, his stomach was flat and hard. She rubbed her palms over his shoulders, down his arms, leaning in to press her mouth against his skin. He tasted of sweat and spice. She traced patterns on his flesh with her tongue, on his neck, his collarbone.
When he drew back his eyes were fierce as coals. “Get on your knees.”
Desire shot through her legs at the sensual fire in the words. Her pussy grew slick and was once again throbbing. She sank to her knees at his feet. Henry stared down at her, touching her cheek. “Finish. Undress me.”
