“Are you okay, Faith?” he asks, pulling away from the kiss. “I want you to be alright.”
I nod, giving him the go-ahead needed before he lines himself up to my entrance. I’m anxious, wondering if it will hurt. It’s been so long. So very long. But I have nothing to worry about. I’m so wet, he slips in easily, filling me completely.
His arms brace themselves on either side of my head. His slow thrusts are rubbing me in all of the right places. My legs widen to accommodate his large stature while his lips descend upon mine once again.
I’ve dreamt about this moment. A few times, Henry has starred in my nighttime fantasies, and it has never been like this. It’s been rough, quick, easy. This is so different and so much better. His entire body is caressing mine. His cock hitting every sensation inside of me. I can’t keep myself quiet. It’s building up too fast. It’s too much. My chest begins to constrict, and I use my palms to push on his chest. Henry lifts up enough to allow me to breathe.
His brows furrow with worry. “What’s wrong?”
My hands come up, grabbing my hair in frustration. “I just…I couldn’t breathe for a moment.”
He nods, glancing down to where we’re connected. His abs ripple, and I can see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “Do you want to stop?”
I think about it for a moment. Do I want him to stop?God, no!
I shake my head. “No, keep going.”
He smiles, the kind that I adore, and slowly thrusts back into me. He keeps his body up and off of me with straightened arms, and the new position causes an intense feeling. I can’t get ahold of it. My orgasm is building, and with each push into me, I get closer and closer to something I know will change me. I can see Henry is restraining himself and feel his cock begin to swell inside of me.
“Faster,” I beg him, knowing it’s what we both need.
His words come out in a rush, “If I go faster, I’ll come.”
Grabbing his hips, I squeeze tight. “If you go faster, I will, too.”
I don’t have to tell him twice. Henry’s body gears up, and he begins to move his hips at a rapid pace. The bed starts to shake, the headboard beating against my wall. I can feel my breasts bouncing up and down, and my legs come up and around his waist, locking him in place.
“Damn it, Faith,” he grunts. “You feel so amazing. I’m never going to be the same.”
I can feel that, too. Every second Henry is inside of me, I can sense how different things are going to be. We can never go back, and right now, I couldn’t care less about the consequences. Right now, I feel loved and adored and wanton. I already know I’ll want it again immediately after. What I don’t know is if it’s because it’s been a long time or if it’s because this is Henry.
As our bodies glisten with the sweat of our lovemaking, the coil of pleasure builds. “I’m close,” I call out, digging my hands into his torso. “So close.”
“Me too. God, me too.” He leans down, chest to chest, continuing his assault on me. “I want you to come, Faith. I need that from you more than I need air.”
His words light me on fire, and the friction sends a shockwave through my whole body. I scream out in pleasure as my orgasm rises to the surface and crashes over me like a tsunami. It’s drawn out as Henry slows down and gives me wave after wave of pleasure. Each thrust hitting just the right spot, and before I know what’s happening, he reaches down between us and rubs my clit while continuing to pulse into me. It’s only a moment before my second orgasm takes me by surprise, and I’m screaming much louder than the first time. Henry follows along, yelling out my name like a curse and a prayer all in one.
When we come down from the high, he slips out of me and lays to my left, pulling me into him. He caresses my naked form until we both fall into the first peaceful night’s sleep I’ve had in close to three years.
Chapter 4
Waking up the next morning, I groan against the soreness from the previous night. Henry is awake, and I can hear him chuckle. Flipping over, I pull the covers over my bare breasts. “Why are you laughing?”
He leans up on his elbow and kisses my lips quickly. “Are you sore?”
I bite my lip, thinking about last night, and then around three o’clock in the morning when he woke me up again. “I might be.”
He climbs up and over me, pushing his hips between my covered legs. “Do you want a massage?”
My body begins to tingle, and I’d love nothing more than another round, but I’m just too sore. “I’d actually love that.”
“Turn over,” he commands, allowing me just enough room to comply.
My eyes flutter shut as his hands meticulously rub each and every tight muscle in my shoulders. I’m putty beneath his touch. With my eyelids feeling heavy, I know if I don’t open them, there is a good chance I’ll fall back to sleep and miss being the most relaxed I have been in a long time. I open my eyes, set on enjoying every push and pull of his fingers, only to tense the second my gaze falls upon my nightstand. There, staring back at me in a crystal frame, is Jeremy and I laughing happily as he twirls me around the dance floor at our wedding.
I immediately feel the tears piling together in the corner of my eyes. My attempt to keep them at bay is no match for the flood that is starting. How did I not see that last night?
“Let me up,” I beg, wiping my eyes and pushing back gently on Henry.
