And lord help me, it made me fall even harder.
nineteen
AMANDA
Candlelight sentdancing shadows across the room as Henry cradled me in his lap. He seemed perfectly content to relax, but I wasn’t finished with him. I’d had two orgasms to his zero, and I was just as desperate to see him come as he’d been to see me. My breathing was still uneven, and my pulse rocketing as I whispered against his lips.
‘Let me please you too.’ Henry pulled back enough for those blue eyes to search my face. For good measure, I dropped my voice lower and added a,‘Sir.’
The moment he caved was clear as day on his face. ‘Whatever the lady wants.’
Lifting me from his lap, he deposited me on the bed and moved across the room to a leather armchair. Sitting, he watched me. While I was completely naked, Henry still remained fully clothed. It only highlighted his stance as the one taking control.
‘Come here,’ he demanded.
Standing, I took a step forward.
‘No, baby.’
He paused.
‘Crawl to me.’
For a moment, a flare of defiance seared me. A moment of what the fuck? But seeing him there, leaning back at ease in the armchair, his thick forearm draped over one side, I couldn’t help but fold like a well-used deckchair.
My palms met the carpet, and I crawled toward him, my face heating as his teeth caught his lower lip. Never had anyone looked at me with so much unadulterated lust. Despite my current position, his desire made me feel powerful. To have a man so enraptured with me was addictive.
‘Beautiful,’ Henry crooned as I reached him, kneeling in front of his legs.
His easy praise had me eager to finally get my eyes and other parts on his cock.
Sliding his hand into my hair, he tipped my face to his, lifting me up on my knees until I winced. If I hadn’t been wet already, I would have been wet now.
‘Tell me what you want, Amanda.’
I swallowed, lips parted, unable to speak.
He reached for his waistband, slowly undoing the button. When he pushed the fabric aside, I caught a wicked glint of metal and my breath caught in my throat. I hadn’t in my wildest dreams expected him to be pierced.
‘Look at what you do to me?’
Henry pressed me downward until my face was three inches from his cock, close enough to see everything, but far enough that I couldn’t touch him.
My cheeks burned.
Using slow, deliberate strokes, he ran his hand over his thickness, his breath thickening with each twist of his wrist. Hiseyes locked on mine the moment I tore them away from the silver-topped cock.
‘You make me ache,’ he whispered. ‘All day. Every day. I’m supposed to be working, but all I can think about is you on your knees for me.’
A shiver stole over me, large enough that he noticed.
‘Do you want this, Amanda?’ he asked softly, thumb brushing over the tip.
‘God, yes,’ I whispered. ‘Yes.’
The way his jaw tightened had me melting.
‘Then come get it.’
