Henry gently crawled over me. He was still hard, his cock perfectly positioned against my ass.
“Well, I don’t hate this,” he murmured in my ear.
I wiggled my ass. “Put a pin in that for a second. For now, you have to grab my hands.”
Henry shifted so he was sitting up more, his weight on my ass as he leaned forward to grab my wrists.
“You alright, darling?”
My heart was racing, but I forced myself to remember this was Henry. Nothing bad was going to happen.
“Yeah,” I said. “Now I just have to—” I bucked my hips, trying to dislodge him, but he didn’t move. My mind raced as I tried to remember the steps from the video, but it was like everything had gone blank. Immediately, Henry released my wrists and moved off of me, soothingly running his hands through my hair.
“You’re okay,” he said.
“I forgot what I’m supposed to do.” My cheeks heated.
“Why don’t we watch the video together?” His voice was gentle as he handed me his phone. I tried to hide the way my hands were shaking as I found the video. Henry lay beside me as we both watched it.
“Okay, we can do this.” He set the phone down. “You ready?”
“Yes,” I said, steeling myself.
Henry got back on top and grasped my wrists.
“Bring your leg up and then move your arms,” he reminded me.
I moved my leg to the side and pushed my opposite wrist forward. Henry’s upper body moved forward just as I pushed off my leg and rolled over, taking him with me.
“Oh my god, I did it,” I said, turning towards him.
Henry was lying on the ground, beaming at me. “You did that so well.”
Excitement replaced my fear as I leaned down and kissed him. Before he could deepen the kiss, I pulled away.
“Again,” I said.
He groaned, adjusting his cock before we resumed our positions.
I practiced the move over and over until it felt easy. Every time I got away, it was like I reclaimed a little bit of what my attacker had stolen from me until my chest was brimming with confidence.
“You’re amazing.” Henry pulled me down on top of him after the fifth time I’d flipped him off of me.
“Thank you,” I said, burying my face in his neck. He was a little sweaty and it intensified the scent of cardamom and springtime. I felt safe here in his arms.
I gazed into Henry’s eyes, and the air between us felt electrified with magic.
“Time for that shower?” I asked.
A wide smile spread across his face, transforming him into something beautiful and god-like.
“Let’s conserve that water, darling.”
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Soft kisses pressed against my skin, pulling me from sleep.
