He rubbed more baby oil onto me, then carefully slipped a finger inside.
I released a groan, burying my head in the couch as I struggled to make sense of the warring feelings inside of me.
“You feel so fucking incredible, Ariana,” he rasped as he worked his finger in and out of me.Instead of resisting, I moved with him, each thrust and twist flooding me with desire.
I felt him bend over me, his chest hair tickling my skin.Then his teeth clamped onto my earlobe.
“Do you want me to show you how good it can be?”
My pulse spiked once more, my mind reeling.
“You can say no,” he continued when I didn’t immediately agree.“Don’t think you have to do this for me.I want you to do this for you.I want to make you feel good.That’s all.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, torn between fear and desire.But I knew he’d make it good for me.And more than anything, I wanted to take back everything Victor stole from me.Didn’t want to live under his control anymore.Didn’t want to be afraid of intimacy anymore.
So I gave Henry a small nod.
“Look at me, Ariana,” he demanded.
I followed his command, my eyes meeting his.
“Are you sure?”
I held his gaze, hoping to communicate how certain I was.
Then I nodded once more.
He yanked the panties from my mouth with his free hand and thrust his tongue inside, the combination of his ravenous kiss and his finger working my ass almost too much.I barely had time to catch my breath before he shoved my panties back in, peppering kisses down my back.
I expected him to replace his finger with his erection, but he didn’t.Not right away.Instead, he took his time, stretching and preparing me.
I didn’t think I’d ever enjoy someone touching me like this, but everything about it felt incredible.His slow, deliberate motions.His murmured words of praise.His warm kisses along my skin, encouraging me.
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.I was already overcome with pleasure.
But then his touch disappeared, his finger slipping out.I was about to glance back at him when I felt another squirt of baby oil on me.
Then something pressed against me.
Something much bigger than a finger.
My pulse spiked, and I gripped the couch tighter.
Henry leaned over me, leaving soft kisses along my shoulder blades.
“When I tell you, I want you to take a deep breath.Okay?”
I nodded.
He nudged himself against me, every muscle in my body becoming taut.
Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.Henry was so much bigger than Victor.
But I wanted to do this.Wanted to reclaim every last piece Victor stole from me.
This wasn’t about giving Henry what he wanted.
It was about giving myself what I wanted.
