“As far as you are,” I hedged. I was not going to be the one to say that I wanted him balls-deep inside me half the night, and naked-spooning me the other half. That would just seem desperate.
His Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed, fingering the hem ofmy sleep tee. With one tug, he slipped it up my body, exposing my breasts.
“Let’s just … start where I offered to, earlier,” he rumbled, big hands sliding up my bare stomach, over my ribs. “With kissing you here.”
I shuddered, heat pooling between my legs when he cupped my breasts and brought his mouth to one nipple.
“Oh … fuck!” I breathed, as his lips brushed over the tightening peak, and I soaked through my panties.
“I’ve needed this,” he confessed, and then I was seeing stars as he sucked my nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing it as he rolled it with his tongue. His groan vibrated against the sensitive flesh.
“Needed what?”
“My mouth on your soft skin,” he released my nipple to explain before flicking it with his tongue, the pad of his thumb circling the other with such deft cleverness that my clit pulsed enviously, and I rocked against the monster in his pyjama pants.
“Keep that up and you’re going to unman me, Catnip,” he panted, gripping my thighs and stilling me. “It’s been a very long time since I … and this isyou.”
“Me?” I asked, warmth exploding in my chest because I thought I understood what he meant.
“You.” He looked up at me, eyes intense behind his glasses, lips reddened and swollen from what he’d been doing to my nipples. I wound my fingers into his hair and tilted his head back to take his mouth. I poured all the things that I felt but couldn’t say into that kiss.
I wasn’t sure that I could handle everything with him, if it was just for tonight. Going back to the all-important rule tomorrow might just break me.
But what if this was my one and only chance? What if he would never let me bend the rules again, and I was left wondering what a night with him would be like? Left wishing I’d grabbed the opportunity by the balls—quite literally.
He cupped my jaw, pulling me back from his mouth. “What’s going on in that brain of yours, Ri?”
He could read me far too well. And I needed to stop thinking and just let this happen. Since when did I overthink sex?
Since you found someone you want all the sweet, romance-y stuff with too.
Pizda.
No more thinking. Thinking would ruin everything.
I rolled my hips, grinding against the length of him through our clothes. Henry’s head fell back against the lounge, nostrils flaring, fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs.
“I’m at the very edge of losing control here, Catnip.”
I rocked against him again.
With a growl, he scooped his arms around me, shooting to his feet. I squeaked in surprise, wrapping my legs around his waist for balance as he stormed towards his bedroom door.
With one heel he kicked it closed behind us and deposited me on the bed. His gaze raked my body, and I shivered as his fingers found the waistband of my pyjama bottoms and tugged them and my panties down and off my legs in one smooth motion.
My clit pulsed as he took me in, naked, on his bed. His hands found my ankles, fingers working their way up my calves, to my knees. He pressed them open, so slowly that I was practically levitating off the bed by the time I was spread out for him.
His cock jerked in his pyjama pants—he was free-balling. I ached to reach out and stroke him, to tug his clothes off the way he had mine. But then his fingers slid higher, up the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Every nerve ending between my navel and my knees lit up like a Christmas tree.
The bed dipped as he rested one knee on it, a curl falling over his forehead. And he just … looked at me. At my naked pussy, dripping for him. His eyes caressed my stomach, my breasts, and up until he met me, stare for stare.
“You are exquisite,” he said simply. His head dipped lower, he licked his lips, gaze locked on my pussy. I clenched around nothing.
“Can I kiss you, Catnip?” he asked.
“Y-yes,” I stammered, which rapidly became a strangled, “O Doamne!” as he dragged his tongue along the length of my pussy, from my entrance to the pierced hood of my clit. A deep sound rumbled in his throat, and his tongue dipped into me, drinking up my arousal before sliding back up. He rolled the tip of his tongue back and forthacross the barbell, rocking the metal against my swollen bud. My legs fell wider, my fingers tangled in his hair.
“Oh, fuck … you’re so good at that,” I panted. His eyes lifted to mine, cheeks rounding in a devilish grin, and his tongue slipped just a fraction lower, finding my clit. He tormented me with featherlight flicks, eyes fixed on my face. I couldn’t look away, my fingers tightened in his hair, but I didn’t tug him closer. I didn’t grind myself against his mouth. I let him tease my clit, and my pleasure built in agonising increments, not enough to send me over the edge, but enough to have me teetering only a step below it. Blissful agony.
