The sincerity in his tone calms the spinning in my mind. He isn’t rushing me or pushing for anything I’m not ready to give. That fact alone makes me want him even more.
I take a deep breath and squeeze the fabric of his shirt in my hands. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” I admit, my voice shaky. “Trust me, I want this. It’s just it’s been a long time.”
Henry’s lips quirk into a tender smile, and he lifts one hand to tuck a strand of wild blonde hair behind my ear. “That’s fine. We can take things slow. Let me make some popcorn, and you can pick a movie for us.”
I swallow hard, and when he tries to pull us apart, I keep his T-shirt clutched in my hands. “No. I meant it when I said I want you, Henry. I’m tired of holding back.”
I stare at him, waiting for him to say something. His tongue darts out between his lips, and I follow the motion with my eyes. When I look back up, his pupils are dark with lust and a look of restraint I’m eager to unleash.
Without hesitation, his lips return home, covering mine in a desperate frenzy. The quick motion surprises me and makes my knees buckle. Henry’s hands keep my body in place until they slowly creep lower.
His hands cup the fullness of my ass and lift my entire body. I wrap my legs around his waist, ready to go wherever he wants to take me.
I’m in his arms for two minutes before my body connects with his soft bed on the other side of the room. I prop myself on my elbows and stare at the beautiful man above me.
“Perfecta,”he whispers into thin air. An overdue blush begins to creep onto my cheeks, but I don’t have time to squirm under his gaze. Quickly, he leans over me, and his hands move to the hem of my shirt. I gasped when his fingers brushed against my skin, the chill of the evening air still accessorizing his skin.
He lifted the thin fabric over my head, and thankfully, I wore my good bra for tonight’s date. His eyes hungrily roam over my body, landing on the intricate lace decorating my lilac purple bra hidden in my dresser's dark corner until tonight.
“Mierda,Pajarito. Please tell me you wore matching panties.”
I look up at him and flutter my eyelashes innocently. Thethought of him watching me on his bed made me brave. I slowly lower my hands to the waistband of my jeans and undo the button.
My eyes stay connected to his as I slowly peel the tight fabric off my body. When his eyes fall from mine to the matching purple thong, he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. I can see fire dancing behind his kind eyes. Now I know why I always thought they looked warm and inviting.
“You’re killing me,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. He leans down and doesn’t hesitate before brushing his lips against the lace. His breath is hot against my skin. I can feel my nipples harden beneath the fabric, aching for his touch.
He works quickly, easily moving to my back and unclasping the bra. The lilac fabric falls away, revealing my breasts. I take a sharp breath at the sudden exposure and wrap my arms around myself. The reality of being naked in front of Henry for the first time hits me like a bucket of ice water. Cold and unforgiving.
Henry stills, instantly recognizing my hesitation. The crease between his eyebrows deepens with understanding and his fingers begin to softly dance up my arms in a comforting motion.
“Emma,” he whispers, making my skin shiver. “You don’t have to hide from me.”
I blink hard with my arms still wrapped around my chest. My body isn’t what it used to be. Any hard edges I used to have eased into a softness that carried evidence of the life I’d brought into this world. I should be proud of my stretch marks, yet I still kept them hidden.
He presses a sweet and slow kiss to my collarbone. “You’re beautiful,” he says, dragging his mouth lower as he keeps his eyes glued to mine. “I feel like the luckiest man alive every time you let me see another part of you. I want to see all of it if you’ll let me.”
I bite my lip and close my eyes tightly. My insecurities wouldn’t go away in one night, but I wanted to try for Henry. If there was anyone who could make me feel beautiful without trying, it was him. The way I felt his eyes stuck to me in every room we entered was enough evidence that this man adored me and wanted to worship me. I just had to be brave enough to let him.
Keeping my eyes shut, I nod slowly and unravel my arms. When I finally open them and Henry comes into focus, my breath catches in my throat. The smile I’ve come to know and love these past few weeks is there. It’s always been there. But tonight, it feels like a life raft, begging me to hold on for dear life. I swallow hard and return the gesture.
He takes his time admiring me, his eyes two pools of thick and dark amber lust. Then, without warning, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. Pure pleasure drowns out any lingering insecurity.
I moan, arching my back off the bed as pleasure shoots through me. His hand moves to my other breast, teasing and pinching my nipple with his fingers. Heat pools between my legs and my panties grow damp with desire.
When Henry’s lips moved away from my nipple, I let out a small whimper. He answers the sound with a mischievous grin and looks up at me as he trails a path down my stomach. When I feel his hot breath above the waistband of my panties, I swallow the curse words threatening to spill over.
“Do you want me to take these off,Pajarito?” Henry questions, knowing exactly what he’s doing.
I let out a huff of frustrated air and threw my head back on the mattress. When I don’t answer, he grabs the back of my thighs and yanks me to the edge of the bed. “Use your words, Emma.”
“Fuck, yes, Henry,” I practically yell, desperate for him to make contact with the place I needed him the most.
When his fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, I smile in victory. I gently lift my hips off the edge of the bed and silently curse myself for wearing them in the first place. Suddenly, I wanted fewer layers between the two of us at all times.
When the last barrier between us falls to the ground, Henry positions himself between my legs, his eyes locked on mine. “I’ve been dreaming about this,Pajarito.I bet you’re just as sweet as you look.”
Without even touching me, his words send shockwaves across my body, settling at my core. I wanted him. I needed him. “Please, Henry,” I beg, rolling my hips toward him.
