My hand comes up, hitting him lightly on the chest, and he snatches my wrist in a gentle hold. We simply stare at one another. He’s waiting for the answer to a question I don’t quite know how to respond to.
“Faith,” he whispers, “Answer me.”
His breath moves across my face, and I push one word out. A word that can showcase the feelings that have been growing for him these last few months. “Both,” I answer, my nipples prickling from the cold and his touch. This feels intimate, and I realize what is about to happen will change everything, but I can’t stop it. I can’t think anymore.
Letting go of my hand, he drops his own to the bottom of my wet shirt. “Is it me?” he asks as his thumbs caress my stomach. “Am I the guy?”
I can’t look away. He has a hold on me, and at this moment, underneath his fingertips, I don’t feel like a widow. I don’t feel like a mom. I feel like a woman who is desired. Peering down, I can see how much he wants me. His erection is straining against the soft material of his pants. “So, you weren’t on a date?”
“No.” His hands grip my waist tightly, sending electricity through my body. “Potential client meeting earlier. Now, your turn. Is it me?”
His hands are cupping my jaw, his lips inching closer to mine, and I finally admit out loud, “Yes, it’s you.”
The anticipation I experienced waiting for him to crash our lips together is only one-upped by the slow descent of his colliding with mine. They place gentle, subtle kisses along my lips, and my hands involuntarily grip his waist, holding on for dear life because this…this is way more intense than I ever thought possible. His tongue peeks out, breaking the barrier of my own, invading my mouth, and I open up to him, my head falling back, allowing him to lead. The kiss is like nothing I’ve ever had and everything I’ve always wished for. It brings every emotion to the surface. Longing. Lust. Trust. Need. Desire. Henry deepens it, pushing me against the wall. His fingers find the bottom of my shirt, and just before he lifts it, giving me exactly what I want, he stops.
“Are the girls asleep?” he quietly inquires, hope evident in his eyes, and he is breathing hard.
“I don’t know,” I whisper. “They’re at the Jensen’s.”
“I have a confession, Faith,” he speaks softly, lowering himself to his knees, before raising my shirt enough to expose my stomach.
My head falls back, banging against the wall, and I close my eyes. “What’s that?”
“I’ve wanted you, too.” His breath blows across my bare skin, sending shivers throughout my body. “Please tell me this is okay. Tell me you want this.”
“It’s wrong,” I protest but do nothing to stop it.
“It feels right, Faith.” He kisses my stomach. “Let me show you how right it is.” Another kiss. “Show you how good it can be.”
My hands reach down between us, and I grip the wet material of my shirt and yank it over my head. My wants and desires cloud all reason. “Okay.”
I hear Henry groan before his lips press against my stomach again. My fingers tighten the grip I have on his hair. This feels amazing. It’s been more than two years since I have been touched by a man, and at this moment, I don’t care what I look or feel like because Henry makes me feel beautiful. Every caress of his lips on my bare skin sends waves of pleasure through me.
Standing up, he leads me toward the bed, kissing me the whole way there until the back of my knees hit the mattress. I break the kiss and begin to loosen his tie, pulling it up and over his head. He leans in, dragging the strap of my bra down my left shoulder before placing soft, wet kisses onto my collarbone. Craning my neck to the side, giving him better access, I unbutton his shirt and push it down and off of his arms.
“Your skin is like satin, Faith,” he whispers over my body, reaching back and unsnapping my bra. I let it drop the floor and watch as he steps back and takes me in. “This doesn’t feel real. Tell me it is.”
Jerking his white undershirt up and over his body, I lean in, my breasts pressing against his bare chest, and rise up on the tips of my toes. My lips meet his, and I speak against his mouth, “This is real.”
Deciding to let all of my insecurities go, I allow us to fall onto my bed and snake our way up to the pillows. He takes his time, kissing me passionately, not rushing to rid me of the rest of my clothes. His lips explore lower, and the little chaste kisses along my neck, elicit a moan from me. Lower and lower he goes until his mouth hovers over my right breast.
“Which one is it, Faith?” he questions, his voice growly.
I peer down, confused about what he is asking. His eyes meet mine. “What do you mean?”
“Which breast did you find the lump in?”
Swallowing hard, I point to my right. Not overthinking it, he leans down and takes my right nipple into his mouth. It hardens underneath his tongue, and his hands cup my breast needing it. His teeth nip at my peak before moving to my left, giving it the same attention.
The friction of our clothes can no longer contain us. Henry sits back and unbuttons his pants as he watches me do the same. Wiggling out of them, I hesitate before dragging my panties off.
I’ve never been with another man. Jeremy was my first. My nerves begin to run rampant, but the moment Henry’s hands cover mine and help me slide them over my hips, all hesitation slips away.
I’m lying there, bare to him, under his perusal. He makes no move to cover me up, just stares at my vulnerability.
“You’re so beautiful, Faith.” He adjusts, moving toward me, laying his dick between my folds. The one I didn’t get a chance to look at because I was too busy feeling self-conscious. “Inside and out. The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever had the chance to get to know.”
Swallowing down my tears, I clutch his jaw and crash our mouths together. I can’t take it anymore. His words. His body. His most intimate parts rubbing against mine. If I’m not careful, I could orgasm just from his dick rubbing on me.
