This was not like any way I’d experienced a man ‘losing control’ before. This was a man who was so wholly focused on enjoying me that he didn’t want it to end. A man who was taking his own pleasure in worshipping me.
A man who was burrowing his way into every cell of me.
“You’re exquisite, too,” I whispered. “I love how you’re making me feel right now.” My thighs started to quiver. When he let me come, it was going to be life changing. Soul destroying.
Heartbreaking.
He groaned against me, and suddenly he wasn’t teasing anymore. He sucked my clit between his teeth, and one finger, then two, pressed inside me. Pleasure ripped through me so sudden and intense that I lost my breath, my climax taking on a life of its own, obliterating my senses until all I could feel was wave after wave of pulsing pleasure. My back arched as I violently spasmed around his fingers.
My body went limp, my fingers fell from his hair. He gave me one last, lingering lick, and his forehead dropped to the comforter between my still spread legs.
“Henry?”
“I just … I need a minute,” he grated, his shoulders tense. “That was …”
“Incredible,” I finished with a sigh.
He lifted his head, and there it was. The face I’d been seeing in so many of my fantasies. Hair mussed, glasses askew, eyes glistening and pupils blown. I reached down, stroking his cheek.
“I love how you look right now,” I told him, the post orgasmic fog loosening my tongue. “Like I’ve wrecked you.”
“Youhavewrecked me,” he confessed, but said nothing more. He crawled up the bed, tugging me into his arms. His cock was hard as rock against my belly, and when I moved closer, he hissed.
“Why isn’t this inside me?” I asked, reaching down to run my fingertips over him through his pyjamas. He squeezed his eyes shut.
“Two reasons … firstly, because I didn’t want to embarrass myself by coming before I was even fully inside you.”
I giggled. “And the second reason?”
He took my face in his hands. “I don’t have your permission.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Pula Monstru
HENRY
Her mouth fell open, and I wondered if that was the wrong thing to say.
“You are unlike any man I’ve ever known, Henry Baxter,” she murmured.
“In a good way, I hope?”
She reached for my face, her thumb brushing my lips. “In the best possible way.” She leaned in, taking my mouth in a languid kiss. I wondered if she could taste herself on my tongue. I wondered if she liked the way she tasted. I doubted she would enjoy it even a fraction as much as I had.
My dick throbbed insistently.
“You have my permission,” she whispered.
Stomach fluttering, I pulled back from her lips. “I do?”
A wicked glint lit her eyes, and she smirked at me. “Let’s bone, Hubby.”
A strangled laugh ripped its way out of me. “You weren’t going to let that one go, were you?”
Her fingers slipped under the hem of my T-shirt. “I’m not letting this go, either. If we’re having a no-rules night, I want the full experience.”
I let her drag the T-shirt off my head, my brain a fuzzy mess and my heart thrumming too violently for me to do anything but comply. Her fingers trailed over my abs.
