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He strips off his shirt, revealing a muscled chest. He tosses the thing aside, then rips off the rest of his clothes, gaze never leaving my fingers. “You don’t know how hot you are.”
“Come here,” I say. I need him to cover me.
He’s fumbling in his bedside drawer. A thrill sparkles through me. I turn on my side and slide my palm up his thigh, a smooth, massive pillar below his cock, which juts out hard, thick and veiny and beautiful in the moody shadows of the room.
Henry’s cock is beautiful, just like him.
“Didn’t you have a job you were supposed to be doing?” he growls.
“I have a different job now.” I take hold and he groans. “A lateral move,” I add.
He groans again as I slide my hand around steely hardness. “…gonna kill me,” he mumbles.
I sit up and lick up the side. “There might be a graze of teeth involved.” I swirl my tongue around the glistening head, salty and smooth.
With a strangled cry he has me on my back. He’s tossing a condom wrapper. He’s rolling a condom onto himself with quick, efficient movements, gaze never leaving mine.
“Fuck me,” I say. My words sound breathless. My entire being feels like it’s in suspension, waiting for him, craving him.
“You sure?” he asks, sliding his head to my clit with the help of his thumb, which gets me reeling, almost setting me off.
“I’m sure.” I buck my hips, urging him on.
He presses me back down, pinning my hips to the bed as he glides himself around on me with perfectly tantalizing pressure.
He’s rubbing my clit harder and more mercilessly, zeroing in on the most wildly tickly parts of me.
I make a little begging sound. I’m moving under him, rhythmically, like he’s already fucking me.
I let out a breath as he pushes into my swollen sex, huge and thick.
“Holy shit,” he says, voice full of wonder.
My blood races. Everything is spinning out of control. Being joined with him is too much truth, suddenly. Truth hiding a painful lie.
“Henry—”
He kisses the line of my jaw and starts to move inside me. “We don’t have to think of anything,” he says. “Just concentrate on me moving inside you. How hard you have me. What you do to me…” He seems to lose his train of thought here. “How unbelievably good…” He drives on, driving us upward, stoking the flame of us.
His skin glistens with sweat. Hard planes of muscle. A shiver of hair on his belly when I put my hand down there.
I’m on top awhile, then he’s on top. Then it’s me against the headboard. Every new thing seems to be the best idea ever.
“I want to memorize every sound you make,” he says. His glistening biceps bulge as he moves over me. Hot, hard flesh. The smell of sweat. Breath sawing. “Everything is new with you. Every way I feel is new with you.”
“Me, too,” I whisper thickly.
“You’re close,” he says, and he begins to move slow and steady. He changes his angle, seems to swell inside me, stretching me. It’s painful and good at the same time.
His eyes burn into mine. The intimacy of it sears.
Then he’s hitting my clit, and I’m spinning away. “Henry, please! More.” I grab his hair.
He goes harder. “Pull it, baby. Take what you need.”
I cry out as an orgasm tears through me.
He presses his face to my shoulder, stilling, shuddering inside me, coming with a small guttural sound.
