Henry wasn’t Victor.He’d proven that repeatedly.
Especially last night.
So I parted my lips, allowing Henry to shove my panties into my mouth.
Unlike when Victor did the same thing, it turned me on, heat flooding through my veins.
“You like this, don’t you?”he murmured, his voice low and husky as he slid his fingers through my center, coating them in my desire.“Does it turn you on to have your mouth full of your panties?”
My only response was a moan.I closed my eyes as I basked in the feel of Henry’s fingers teasing me.Torturing me.Pleasing me.
“Now you’ll taste and smell the same thing I am.”
In a heartbeat, Henry replaced his fingers with something warm.I whimpered as he flicked his tongue against my clit, pushing a finger inside, followed by another.I was so blissed out, I barely registered when his tongue slid back, nearing my ass.
I instantly tensed, my breathing increasing.
“Relax,” Henry soothed, his motions careful and reverent.
Unlike whenever Victor would force himself on me back there.
“Let me make you feel good.”
I drew in as deep of a breath as I could and tried to relax.And when I felt his tongue against me, I couldn’t reel in the moan.
“You like that, don’t you?”
I didn’t want to admit it.I shouldn’t like it.Not after all the times Victor forced himself on me.After all the times Victor savagely thrust inside me there, causing me inexplicable pain.
But with Henry, I didn’t feel anything even remotely close to pain.
All I felt was pleasure.
“He hurt you here, didn’t he?”he remarked, sliding his tongue over the sensitive hole as his fingers gently teased my clit.
I nodded.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I hesitated long enough to feel the old fear try to claw back up my throat.But I pushed it down, shaking my head.
Henry briefly removed his tongue, and the lack of his touch left me wanting, writhing for more.
“Give me one second.Don’t move.”
I nodded, remaining in place as I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the city below, my breathing seeming to echo in my ears, drowning out the sound of Henry’s retreating footsteps.
My mind raced with what we were about to do, but I was more excited than anything.I needed this.Wantedthis.
When Henry returned, he placed gentle kisses along my spine.My hips.My ass.Slowly working his way back to my hole.I braced myself to feel his tongue once more.Instead, something cold landed on me.
I glanced over my shoulder to see him squirt some baby oil on me before teasing me with one of his fingers.
“Is this okay?”
With my eyes locked on his, I nodded.
“Good.”
