Henley is quiet for so long that I wonder if he truly isn’t ready for this. But when his words come out, my heart breaks. “I didn’t eat for almost an entire week when I was ten.”
I lift my head to see the pain etched in the lines of his face, but his eyes remain locked above him. “Henley…”
“My parents left for six days. They left a ten- and eight-year-old alone for six days with no food in the house. It was summer, so I couldn’t depend on school food to get us by. I stole a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter from a gas station and fed Dilynne peanut butter sandwiches for an entire week. And she didn’t complain once.”
My eyes well with tears.
“Survival was all I could focus on. When my parents finally came home, they yelled at me because there wasn’t any bread left. And when they went to the store, they bought me a box of cereal and told me and Dilynne to make it last.” I rest my head back on his shoulder as my tears fall, landing on his shirt and making the fabric wet. “That was the moment I realized how much I hated them.” He goes silent again, so I let him. We sit there on the couch until I feel the tension leave his shoulders as he exhales.
“Thank you for sharing that with me,” I whisper.
“Why? So now you know how fucked up I really am?”
I straighten and turn his face toward mine. “No. Because it proves you’re so much stronger than I already knew you were.”
Our eyes bounce back and forth between each other, and then suddenly, Henley is sliding me onto his lap, my legs draped around his hips. He buries his hands in my hair and studies my face, toying with my bottom lip with his thumb before pulling my mouth to his.
And we drown in each other.
I feel weightless, yet heavy at the same time, this physical need pushing down on me, building pressure between my legs. I know thatHenley said he wanted to take things slow with me, but my body is protesting the idea, and my hips start moving over him in a leisurely rhythm, testing the waters.
“Elodie…”
“I’m so horny, Henley,” I moan, pushing down on him harder. “I’ve been pent up for weeks and God…” Closing my eyes, I pick up my pace, gyrating my hips over him faster. “I just need a release.”
He leans back but tightens his hold in my hair. “Then use me. Let me watch you get off.”
“What about you?”
Shaking his head, he says, “This isn’t about me. Not tonight.”
“Henley…”
He drops one of his hands to my hips, prompting me to keep moving. I can feel how hard he is beneath me, the flimsy fabric of his athletic shorts and my soft denim the only barriers between us. “Fuck, take your shorts off,” he rasps, guiding me to stand and reaching for the button on my jean shorts, releasing it and helping me push them down.
My eyes fall to his erection tenting his shorts. Licking my lips, I shimmy out of my shorts, standing there in a plain white tank top and yellow lace thong.
Henley’s gaze drags over me, his voice rough. “God, you’re perfect.”
I return to his lap, straddling him again and positioning myself so that his length lines up perfectly with my slit, the wetness on my underwear seeping right into his shorts.
“I can feel how fucking wet you are, El, how needy you are.”
“I told you.” Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I find my pace again and moan out loud from the difference in sensation of not having as thick of a barrier between us.
He closes his eyes, tips his head back, and groans. “Fuck, Elodie. Keep using me, sweetheart.”
Our heavy breathing fills the room as I work my clit against him, wishing he was inside of me instead, wondering if him stretching me open with his cock would teeter on that line of pleasure and pain, given his size.
“Jesus, give me that mouth.” He pops his head up and pulls my lips back to his as I rub my clit along his length, fighting for the friction I need to find my release and moving faster as I search for it. Those first familiar tingles appear and then I break free from his mouth, fighting for air as I feel myself get closer to the edge, pressing my cheek against his.
I whisper in his ear, “Yes…yes, Henley. I’m—I’m gonna come.”
“Fuck, fuck!” he grates out as my dull cries muffle his groans, my hands burying in his hair as I clench around him, riding out the waves of my release and wishing it would never end.
When my body finally starts to relax, Henley’s head is resting on the center of my chest, my hands holding him there. “Holy shit…”
A tremor races through him. “Fuck, El.”
