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When her fingers finally touched warm, smooth skin, they both gasped. Sophie felt as if it had been weeks since she’d touched him last. Months. Less than a week away from him and it felt so inexorably long. She slid her fingers through the mat of his chest hair, tugging gently, curling the coarse hair around her fingers.
Henry growled low in his throat, pushing his hips into her. Sophie’s breath caught. She trailed her hands down further, caressing the taut, ridged muscles of his belly, dipping into the well of his navel. She traced the line of muscle from his hip to his groin, her fingertips catching up in his waistband.
“The windows,” Henry murmured, yanking the neck of her t-shirt wide to nibble her collarbone. His tongue rasped wet velvet against her throat.
Sophie shook her head. It took her brain, drenched with love and lust in equal parts, a moment to process his words. Her eyes flicked to the huge, storefront windows and then moved back to Henry.
“We can turn off the lights.” Her voice was breathless in the dimness. Henry shook his head, fingers stroking tantalizingly between the cheeks of her ass. Sophie shivered at the foreign touch.
“I want to see you, Sophie.”
Desire clenched in her gut. She bit her lip. “Shutters!” She’d almost forgotten the security shutters. She’d opened them when she came in, force of habit. It was part of her ritual whenever she opened the studio, but they would block all but the most determined peeper.
Henry pulled his hands free of her pants and she whirled, practically running to the bank of switches on the wall that would close the shutters. She flipped them and hurried back to Henry as the whirring of the motor began, not even waiting until they were closed completely before she whipped her shirt off over her head.
“Come here,” he commanded, arms open. His shirt hung at his elbows, doing little more than dangling from his golden cufflinks. Sophie obeyed immediately, eagerly, sliding into his warm embrace.
The feel of his skin against hers made her breasts ache and throb. She rubbed against him like a cat, pepp
ering his chest and shoulders with kisses. Henry stroked the hair away from her face, his strong fingers curling along her jaw, and tilted her head.
He slanted his mouth over hers, tongue teasing and demanding at the same time. Sophie kissed him back, giving him her all as her fingers worked quickly at his fly. Her pussy was wet and ready for him. She could think of nothing but taking him inside her, as deep as he could go.
Henry stroked her shoulders, sliding the straps of her bra down her arms. He made short work of the hooks and pulled the silky garment away from her body, dropping it to the floor. Next went her yoga pants and panties, pushed down swiftly over the curves of her hips and thighs, dropping to her feet.
Sophie whimpered in disappointment as he stepped back from her, his dark eyes hot on her naked body. “Let me see you, Sophie.”
She dropped her hands to her sides and lifted her chin, kicking away the last of her garments to stand, completely bare, in front of him. She had already bared her heart to him, what was a little skin? Especially since it was skin he was already so intimately acquainted with.
His big hands stroked her face and neck, gliding over her shoulders and down her arms. “Sophie, I...” His voice cracked. He cleared his throat, staring into her eyes. Then his gaze dropped to her body. With a sigh, he began again.
“I wish you could see what I see. So beautiful,” he murmured, stroking back up to her collar bone and then continuing downward over her breasts and belly. Sophie shuddered, both from the stroking, sensual touches and the heated weight of his gaze on her body. His eyes flickered from her pussy, to her face, and then over her shoulder. Henry groaned as if he were in pain and spun her around.
Sophie gasped, her eyes widening in surprise as Henry grabbed her elbows and drew her back against the hard length of his body, pinning her against his broad chest. In the wall of mirrors opposite them, he caught her eye.
“Look, dolce. See how gorgeous you are.”
Sophie looked, her breath ragged in her throat. Even knowing it was her, she almost couldn’t recognize the woman she saw in the mirrors. She’d seen countless photos and videos of herself throughout her career. Studying tapes of her performances helped her improve.
She’d always thought she was pretty, in a girl-next-door sort of way. Even occasionally beautiful, in certain angles or shots. But never this. Never sensual and... yes, gorgeous. Her head rested back against Henry’s muscled chest, the line of her throat arched, her eyes glittering and her mouth soft, wet and swollen from his kiss.
Her hair tumbled in dark waves around her naked shoulders, framing her flushed cheeks. Henry’s grip on her elbows thrust her chest forward, the pale mounds of her breasts tipped with the taut buds of her nipples heaving with her uneven breaths. Privately, she’d always thought herself a little small up top.
As a dancer, it had been considered beneficial, and yet it had still bothered her a little. But looking at herself now, she could see the beauty in the graceful curves of her breasts, how the line of her body flowed from shoulder, to breast, down her ribcage to the flare of her hips.
Henry released her elbows and splayed his hands over her belly. “Do you see what I see?” His lips brushed her ear, the side of her throat. He bit the smooth skin of her shoulder gently, his strong teeth sinking in just deep enough to send a little sting along her nerve endings.
Sophie could only nod, transfixed not only by the sight of her own body, but the fact of him behind her. Before her was a passionate, powerful woman in the arms of a passionate, powerful man. She slid her hands up his arms, slowly, enjoying the feel of the crisp hair on his forearms and the taut flex of muscle beneath his warm skin. She reached behind her, watching her own movements in the mirror as she curled her fingers into his hair.
In the mirror she watched as Henry slid one hand up to knead her breast, his broad fingers rolling the stiff peak until she arched into the touch. His mouth touched the curve of her throat, his tongue swiping quickly before he sucked at her skin.
When his other hand slipped down between her legs, Sophie gasped, eyes widening as he probed her slit with insistent fingers. She bit her lip, spreading her legs, giving Henry better access to her throbbing sex and watching as he caressed her wet flesh, using his fingers to open her lips and spread the slick moisture of her body up over the sensitive button of her clit.
Pleasure spiked through her as he rubbed at the pulsing bundle of nerves. “Henry!”
“What do you see, dolce? Tell me.” His hand dipped lower, the rough pads of his fingertips teasingly circling the entrance to her snug sheath.
She rose onto her toes, hips bucking, trying to coax him into her body. But he just kept stroking and teasing. Two could play that game! A fierce grin split Sophie’s face as she pressed backward, pinning the heavy length of Henry’s cock between them as she undulated.
