Message from Henry to Olivia
Kate
With weak knees, I followed Henry out of his office and to the lift. It was late, and not much was going on behind the scenes at the hotel. Still, I was sure that everyone we passed could tell, just by looking at me, what Henry had just done to me in his office and what we intended to do now. I didn’t care. I needed Henry more than anything else. The thought of going even one more day without knowing what it felt like to be with him fully was unbearable. As soon as the lift doors slid shut behind us, our lips locked again.
He tasted of coffee, of Henry, of myself—a heady mix that made my head spin even faster than it had the night after the pub. He pressed me against the cool metal of the lift wall, his warm body flush against mine. As Henry ground his hips into me, his rock-hard erection pressed into my stomach. He moaned into my mouth—and I could feel that he was on the brink of losing control entirely.
Playing with fire, I ran my hands over his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one. At last, I could touch his bare skin. It was warm beneath my fingertips, his heartbeat pounding just as wildly as mine. Despite my nerves, I could barely contain my longing and anticipation. My body ached for Henry, and judging by his heated caresses and fervent kisses, he felt the same way.
I let my hand glide lower, first over his flat stomach, then down over the waistband of his trousers. Henry gasped as I wrapped my fingers around his erection through the fabric. He was hot. Hard. And big—impressively big. The thought of having him inside me both thrilled and terrified me. My fingers wandered to his zipper—but Henry caught my wrist before I could tug it down.
“Not here,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. He took a step back, swiped his ID card, and pressed the button for the private floor. Woozy with desire, I hadn’t noticed that the lift wasn’t yet moving.
Heat rushed to my face. There were no words, only our heavy breaths and impatient glances. I didn’t want to wait any longer.
The lift climbed agonisingly slowly, until the doors finally opened onto the corridor leading to Henry’s apartment. He reached for my hand and pulled me along to his door, which he unlocked hastily. But instead of pushing it open so that we could pick up where we’d left off in the lift, he hesitated and turned to me. A fresh wave of arousal washed over me as his eyes met mine—his seemed to have grown even darker with lust.
“Nothing will happen in there that you don’t want to happen.”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I grabbed the lapels of his jacket, which he had hastily slipped back on as we walked, and pulled him down to kiss me. Our lips melted together, and I made it clear that I wantedeverythingto happen. I didn’t want to hold back anylonger—I wanted to tear down the last barriers between us. My heart and soul belonged to Henry, and tonight, I wanted him to claim my body too.
My kiss was answer enough. He pushed open the door without breaking away from me and pulled me into his dark penthouse apartment. Pale moonlight spilled in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, offering what I knew must be a breathtaking view—but I only had eyes for Henry. Without turning on the light, he lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, his erection pressing fiercely against me. We groaned simultaneously, and though he had just made me come with his deft tongue minutes ago, I felt a fresh surge of longing.
Henry carried me effortlessly into his bedroom and laid me down on his bed. Without taking his eyes off me, he shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. His shirt followed, slipping just as easily from his shoulders. In the moonlight, his silhouette was strong and sensual—but I wanted to see more of him. I reached for the bedside lamp and a soft glow flooded the room, illuminating his perfect body. Muscles rippled subtly beneath his smooth skin, his chest partially covered in dark hair that snaked down from his navel, disappearing beneath the waistband of his trousers. At eye level, his erection was even more pronounced, straining at the fabric.
I swallowed hard and reached for his zipper again with a trembling hand. This time, Henry didn’t stop me. I unfastened his trousers and slipped them down, along with his boxers, in one fluid movement. His erection sprang free, and I gasped, which drew a self-satisfied smile from Henry. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his clothes—and suddenly he was completelynaked before me. I was desperate to pull off my own clothes too—but first, I wanted to pay Henry back, even if I didn’t have much experience.
I wrapped my hand around his hard-on.
“Fuck!” he groaned, his hips bucking towards me, which I took as a sign that I was doing it right.
I stroked him—slow at first, then faster, back and forth. The sounds he made sent shivers through me. Watching Henry lose control only fuelled the delicious ache between my thighs. I felt seductive and powerful, and gradually grew bolder. Again and again, I ran my thumb over the moist tip of his erection—which he especially seemed to like.
“Can I take you in my mouth?” I asked, my voice husky.
Henry cursed. “You can do whatever you want, angel.”
Without breaking eye contact, I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his stomach. He shuddered, his hips lifting eagerly to meet my lips. I trailed kisses down his body until I reached his erection, my body thrumming with desire as I finally took him into my mouth.
“Fuck, Kate!” he groaned, his voice thick with longing. A low, guttural sound came from his chest as his hand tangled in my hair. His fingers dug into my scalp, but he didn’t guide me—he let me stay in complete control.
I licked and sucked him, letting his sounds direct me. He tasted salty and earthy—far better than I had ever imagined. A part of me wanted nothing more than to make him come like this, but a deeper, more insistent part ached to finally have him inside me.
I pulled back. When our eyes met, he seemed to instinctively understand what I needed. He leaned down, his warm breathbrushing my lips before he kissed me. The kiss was tender and loving, with none of the urgency that had driven us until now. The throbbing heat between my thighs melted into a deep, pleasurable warmth.
My lips parted for Henry, and our tongues met in a slow, teasing dance, impossibly languid. I felt his hands at my waist, grasping the fabric of the old T-shirt of his that I was wearing. Interrupting our kiss for the briefest moment, he pulled it over my head. My body was so hot that the air in the room felt cool against my bare skin. But Henry’s hands were anything but cold. They roamed over my arms, my shoulders, my breasts and my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
I had already kicked off my shoes, and Henry slid my trousers and underwear effortlessly down my legs. For the first time, we were naked together. The moment was too precious—Henry’s gaze too full of passion—to leave any room for insecurity.
I crawled backward onto the bed, and Henry followed, settling beside me. He kissed my mouth, then my cheeks, before trailing a path down my jaw to my breasts. I gasped as he took my right nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
My eyelids fluttered. Without the barrier of fabric between us, the sensation was so much more intense. I arched my back, pressing myself against him. Henry groaned with pleasure. His tongue circled my nipple before he gently grazed it with his teeth. I moaned, surrendering to the hot tingle radiating deep into my core.
“Spread your legs for me,” Henry whispered against my skin.
I obeyed, and he ran his hand down my belly, moving lower and lower, stopping only when he reached the space between my thighs. But instead of touching the part of me that craved himmost, he traced slow, torturous strokes along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, his patience endless. I bucked my hips feverishly, desperate for more, but Henry refused to be rushed. He savoured every second of the delicious torment he was inflicting on me. He lavished attention on first one breast, then the other, all the while denying me the touch of his other hand, until I thought I could bear it no longer. A strangled, incoherent sound escaped my lips when he finally touched me.
“Oh my god!”
