A breathy gasp fell from my lips. “What about the rule?”
His Adam’s Apple bobbed, and he slid lower in the bed until his head was resting on the pillow, his breath fanning across my cheek. “I don’t know if the rule applies anymore.”
Butterflies launched into flight in my stomach. “You mean …”
He cupped the back of my head and tilted my face until his lips were brushing the corner of my mouth. I forgot to breathe.
“I mean, I want—need—to be able to touch you … kiss you … taste you …” His tongue darted out, dipping across the seam of my lips. “All the time.”
O Doamne.“I need that too!”
And then there were no more words.
His mouth was on mine, lips a gentle caress. The yearning in that kiss stole my breath, echoed the desperation I felt for this man to own me … body and soul. We wanted … weneeded. All the time.
Maybe tonight was the start of something more … something that didn’t have an expiry date. Something more had been simmering for quite some time, and we’d both just been too afraid to admit it. Until now.
I squeaked as he deepened the kiss, his fingers tight and possessiveon the back of my neck. He took my mouth in earnest, hot and demanding, his tongue pressing my lips apart, sweeping in to taste me. I moaned and licked into his mouth, our tongues dancing and sending electric currents shooting outwards, filling me up with sparks until I was lit up from the inside out.
“Can I touch you, wherever I want?” Henry broke the kiss to ask, his lips trailing fire along my jaw, nipping at my earlobe.
“I’ll be mad if you don’t!” I panted, shivering as his mouth, his tongue, made a path down my neck to my collarbone. I wound my fingers into his hair, a gasp wrenched from me when he rolled us until his body was over mine, his thigh between my legs. The corded muscle of his quad pressed right against my clit. I spread my thighs wider as his leg moved, rocking against me, my head falling back against the pillow as achy heat blossomed everywhere his body met mine.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he rasped, sliding his fingers up under my pyjama top. My stomach dipped at his touch as he traced my body upwards, sliding the top away until it was at my collarbone, one thumb brushing over a tight nipple.
“Please, Henry.” I arched my breasts towards him.
With a rumbling groan, he scooped me closer, taking my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, seeking my mouth again in a searing kiss. My body melted into nothing more than sensation. His hungry lips on mine, tongue tasting me, flicking against mine in a way that made me ache for it delving between my legs again. The almost painful pleasure of his fingers working my nipples, pinching and soothing with gentle strokes.
And holy shit, the press of his thigh between my legs, grinding and rubbing against my swollen clit, and the piercing that made everything so much more intense.
I whimpered against his lips, fingers sliding down to claw at his back through his T-shirt, and he groaned into my mouth. Little thrilling zings shot through me, fluttering in my stomach, soaking my panties as I ground myself against his hard thigh. His cock pressed, long and thick, against my hip, and when I moved on his leg, he let out a low moan, his cock pulsing.
He pulled back from my mouth, face flushed, hair wild.
“Let me look at you,” he whispered, tugging at my pyjama top. Ishifted, gasping as his thigh hit me at a whole new angle as he dragged my shirt over my head.
“I love your breasts, Catnip.” The words sounded like a prayer, and then he was dipping his head, swirling that talented tongue around the swollen point of one nipple before sucking it into his mouth until I writhed against his leg.
“I’m going to … to come on your thigh, Henry, if you don’t … ohla naiba!” I cried when he growled against my breast, grazing my nipple with his teeth, rocking his leg against me until my vision tunnelled, and all I could do was tangle my fingers into his hair and cry out raggedly as my climax shot through me like a bolt of lightning. He let out a low, delicious moan, working me through the violent pulsing.
As my orgasm started to recede, and my body went limp, Henry released my nipple with a wet pop. He lifted his head, pupils blown so wide his eyes seemed almost black, but a smile lighting up his handsome face.
“The sounds you make, Catnip, when you come …” he groaned, his cock jerking against my hip. He pulled back, pressing his forehead against the swell of my breast.
“You make me make those sounds,” I whispered, leaning closer to press my lips to his head. “You and your very talented thigh.”
His shoulders shook as he chuckled, but the chuckle turned into a choking cough when I reached down, gripping him through his pyjama pants. God, his cock was so thick! My pussy clenched, sending more arousal leaking into my panties at the thought of it sliding into me, stretching me … taking me to those heights I’d thought I’d only get to experience for one night …
“You’re going to make me come in my pants, Catnip,” he grated, gripping my wrist to still my questing hand. I pouted.
“Well, you made me come in mine … fair’s fair,” I teased, finding the waistband of his pyjama bottoms and slipping my hand beneath. He hissed, his cock jumping against my palm. Dampness daubed my fingers as I grazed the tip.
“I tend to make a bit more of a mess than you do,” he grated, tugging my hand away from his cock, but distracting me by leaning in to press his mouth to mine once more. He was ravenous for kisses—feverish and hungry—but so was I, and I met him with all the desire that I’d been desperately suppressing these last few weeks.
“I think you underestimate the mess you made of me, Hubby,” I mumbled against his mouth, taking his hand and tucking it into my own pyjamas. When his fingers grazed the wetness of my panties, he let out a choked sound, eyes bright and fixed on my face as he pushed the soaked fabric to the side, slipping his finger up and down the slickness of my pussy.
“So wet, Catnip,” he rumbled, pressing one finger into me and stirring. I mewled, head lolling back, legs falling wide. His other hand came up, tugging my pyjama pants over my butt, and down my legs. My panties followed, all the while his finger was lazily thrusting in and out. Teasing me with delicious slowness.
