At least I hope. Sometimes I’ve had trouble arriving, especially during oral and I don’t want to disappoint him. My knees start to close as my mind spirals, but Henley presses them open wider.
“Get out of your head, Elodie. Trust me, okay? I know how to make you feel good. Put that other shit out of your mind. Stay in the moment with me, sweetheart.”
My chest loosens from his words. “Okay.”
He reaches for the strings at my hips and slowly slides my underwear down my legs, baring me to him. “Fuck, you’re dripping. You’re eager for this, aren’t you?”
“Yes. I—I’ve been waiting for you to touch me again.”
“Then let me take care of you. Let me stroke every inch of you with my tongue and make you fall apart.” With his eyes locked on mine, he makes one long swipe through my slit and I moan embarrassingly loud. “Fuck, you taste incredible.”
“God, don’t stop, Henley.”
He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks it inside his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he continues to watch me. Our eyes are focused on nothing but each other, making this one of the most intimate sexual experiences of my life. There’s something about watching him feast on my pussy that has me wondering if this is even happening, yet again.
But then I feel him release my clit and lick me slowly, exploring my flesh with his tongue while sliding two fingers inside of me and my back arches off of the couch, forcing me to break eye contact for the first time since his mouth descended upon me.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear you. Ride my fingers and face so I can smell you long after we’re done.”
It’s his words that make me realize that my hips are grinding against him and my moans are loud, so loud that I’m afraid I’ll wake the baby.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I bury my hand in his hair and watch him again, his eyes closed now.
“Don’t get quiet on me, El.”
“I don’t want to wake Remy.”
Henley freezes for a minute. “Good point, but still, I’d better hear you fall apart for me.”
“Keep doing that then,” I reply as he slides his fingers in and out of me, his tongue moving slowly against my clit, his pace so perfect that my orgasm is arriving surprisingly quickly.
“Tell me what you need. Does this feel good?” he asks as his tongue circles my clit again in a torturous pace, and he curls his fingers inside of me, rubbing me softly in the perfect spot.
“So good.”
“So sexy,” he mumbles against me. “So fucking drenched.” He leans back and pushes one hand into his shorts, fisting his rock-hard erection, stroking himself before putting his mouth back on me. “That’s it, sweetheart. Your pussy is gripping my fingers so tight.”
An embarrassing moan leaves my lips again, but Henley keeps his pace, flicking my clit while fingering me and stroking himself, the wet sounds of our bodies making my orgasm arrive at record speed.
“I—I’m—I’m gonna come,” I cry out, clapping a hand over my mouth to stifle the sounds tearing out of me.
“Fuck. Fuck!” Henley groans against me as he thrusts into the couch, pushing himself into me further and continuing to lap at me as my orgasm rips through my body. When I finally feel it start to subside, Henley’s head is resting on my inner thigh, his chest heaving as he struggles to breathe. “Jesus, Elodie.”
“Henley…” My eyes are closed, my legs wide open, and my body limp and spent.
He peers up at me as I look back down at him, and that smile of his is back. “I fucking came in my pants again, woman.”
“What?” The word bursts out on a laugh, even as heat rushes to my cheeks, but I’m not sure if he’s joking or not.
When he stands, he confirms he was telling the truth with the wet spot on the front of his athletic shorts. “Twice in a week…”
Licking my lips, I drop my eyes to his crotch and then back up. “Well, the only way to prevent that is to finish on me or in me next time. Your choice.”
Henley growls as he closes his eyes and looks away from me. “God, I knew you were trouble.”
And in this moment, I couldn’t agree more—exceptI’mnot trouble, I’mintrouble—because with each passing day, I’m falling harder and harder for Henley Clark.
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