But then Henry said, “Too fast and?—”
He held my hand tight as he increased the vibrations and drove the toy into me. “Oh god. Oh fuck,” I gasped. “I-I can’t?—”
“Too fast and we rush to the end.” His gaze moved up my torso to settle on my breasts. If it was even possible, my nipples tightened even more at his attention. A breath stuttered out of him. “Now, show me the right way to finish this. Show me that you’ve been listening.”
He trailed his fingers around my wrist, along my arm, and up the line of my belly. He closed his hand into a fist at my breasts and lingered there. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t know what he was going to do but I knew I wanted it—neededit.
Another rough, ragged breath. Then— “I gave you an order.”
For reasons I refused to examine, there was nothing more important to me than proving that I’d listened to every damn word. Lucky for me, I’d spent a lot of time with this particular toy over the past two months.
As I eased into a rhythm, Henry dragged his knuckles over my breasts. He made a point of ignoring my nipples with every pass. It almost killed me but I knew from the way he squeezed the erection straining against his boxers that it was killing him too.
Between the fingers on my clit and the toy thrumming inside me, I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. But I was obsessed with his growly commands and the harsh, impatient way he stared at me. If I could make this last all night, I would.
“Have you noticed the condition of these nipples?” he asked.
The only response I could manage was a gasping cry.
“Hard.” He drew a fingertip around one tender nipple and I felt myself fraying at the seams. He blew out a breath. “Remarkably hard.”
Then he slapped my nipple with just enough force to make everything pulse and sting in the most torturous way. “Oh my god,” I said, the words flying out in a wheeze.
He slapped the other side and murmured to himself. “Sensitive,” he mused. “Observe the response when I?—”
He closed his fingers around both nipples. My eyes were damp. My fingers were flying over my clit. Everything inside of me contracted. “Oh my god.”
He released me only long enough to deliver another round of light slaps. I would’ve screamed if I could’ve. The best I could do was more gasping and slurred curses. “You’re doing so good.”
That was all I needed. That plus everything else but my body took those words and put them to work unfurling a long, thrashing orgasm that forced me to consider the possibility that my bones no longer existed. That didn’t seem likely as far as my knowledge of the human body went but this was fairly extraordinary.
“Well done.” His voice was raw like he’d bitten the words off piece by piece. I couldn’t hold back a blissed-out grin. “But we’re not finished.”
He plucked the vibe from my hand, tossed it to the floor—which was no way to treat toys but we’d address that later—and shoved down his boxers. He crawled over me, swiped his tongue over my nipples, and pushed inside me with one perfect thrust.
“You are un-fucking-believable.” He hitched my knee to his hip as he hammered into me. “Though you still have more to learn. I’ll expect you back here tomorrow and maybe then”—he groaned into the space between my breasts—“you’ll be prepared for me.”
I slipped my hands into his hair, over his shoulders, as far down his back as I could reach. I just wanted to touch, to hold him as close to me as possible. Even with him buried inside me and his mouth on my breast and his growls stamped on my skin, I wanted more. Deeper. Tighter.Always. I wanted him to mark me in a way that only we knew and I wanted to go back and press that spot over and over.
Loose tremors gathered inside me. I didn’t think I could come again, not after the bone-melting of the first one, but this one was shaping up to be different. It was mild, almost mellow. The kind of fizzy orgasm that just wanted to keep the fun going.
Henry surged into me with a low roar. He was almost there. I knew it. I could feel it in the tension of his muscles and the erratic snap of his hips. The press of his teeth against my shoulder, the bruising hold he had on my thigh. The way his hips nailed me to the mattress and refused to let go. “Look how good you’re doing. Look how good you are for me.”
He sealed his lips to mine as he came and then his lips were on my cheeks, my jaw, my neck. Panting, he said, “I know you can give me a little more.”
All at once, he pulled out and settled between my legs. He sucked at my clit for less than a minute before I felt that mellow orgasm curling and tensing inside of me. I cried out when it broke free, melting my muscles and electrifying my skin in a warm, hazy pulse.
I pulled at Henry’s shoulders until he returned to my side and gathered me in his arms. I breathed out a sigh and let my eyes drift shut. “What the hell was that?”
“You have your doctor games, I have mine.” He dropped a kiss onto my temple. “Too much?”
I shook my head. “No, it was good. It wasgreat. I just—I don’t know.”
After a moment, he said, “Everyone always looks to you for direction. You’re always in charge. I figure you could use a break from that.”
I pushed some hair out of my face and rubbed my eyebrows. Anything to give myself a minute to process those words without dissolving into an emotional puddle.Goddamn.Why did he have to say things that just sliced me open and went in search of my softest, my most vulnerable places? Was this what it meant to feel safe with someone? To feel protected?
Because I did and I didn’t know if I should trust any of it.
