“Gah!” Henley jerked awake with a start and rested a hand on his chest, breathing out with relief. “Fuck me, that was awful. Shit. Did I fall asleep on you?”
I stroked his face, shaking my head at him, but worrying that I’d somehow manifested a bad dream for him too.
“Was it a nightmare?”
He chuckled, rolling onto his side with a little grunt of discomfort.
“Nah. One of those dreams where you think you fell off something. Whatever… did I fuck you yet?”
“Oh yeah, it was wonderful. Best sex ever,” I murmured, rolling onto my back with a sigh. Thank god he wasn’t having nightmares now too. What a pair we’d be. Maybe we’d get down to the sexy stuff now though.
“So you’re probably not up for it again, huh?” Henley trailed his fingers over my lips, grinning as I dipped my tongue out to lick them.
“Naughty naughty… makes me wonder if you need something in your mouth.”
I caught his fingers and lifted my head a little.
“Is that what you want? I never enjoyed that with… with him… but I could try?”
Henley kissed my fingers and smiled. “One day, maybe. For now, I want my favourite taste in my mouth.” He moved rapidly, only wincing a little as he edged down the bed, grabbing my jeans and unfastening them, easing them down my legs with my help. I was always up for this.
“I will do it, I swear.”
He shrugged. “The day you want to, I’m there, but it’s not a deal breaker, Glory. It’s you I want, not just one thing. I want all of you.”
He slid my lacy underwear off and cheekily pinged it across the room. “Oops.”
The cuteness disappeared though, the moment his face dipped between my legs, and he groaned and nuzzled my clit.
“So fucking sexy, do you have any idea how good you smell? I just want to sleep with my face here every night.”
I shuddered at the pure deviant need in his voice and threaded my fingers through his hair.
“Less talking, more tasting, Henley. You made big promises, so now you have to deliver.”
He sobered, lifting his head.
“I lied to you before.”
Henley
Icouldn’t do it.I couldn’t lie to her about anything, no matter how seemingly inconsequential. It wasn’t how we’d build a solid future, and I couldn’t let it stand.
“What?” She looked worried, maybe frustrated too, but then so was I. Why the hell was I edging myself by stopping to have this conversation when I was this close to heaven? Maybe I just didn’t feel like I deserved to taste her fucking ambrosia when I was lying to her.
“I didn’t have a typical falling dream before. It was something worse.”
Her lips pressed together and her hands left my head completely, but I almost felt like she understood that the dream wasn’t so simple. Maybe she’d suspected there was more to it.
“Tell me,” she said quietly, her hand reaching out again to cup my cheek. She wasn’t backing off at all, she was being the sweet supportive woman I’d loved for so much of my life.
“Uh…” clear throat, try again, “The day I was attacked, uh… it’s what comes back to me now, but it’s different…” She was pressing her other hand to her mouth, nodding along with me. Nodding?
“Glory?”
“Me too.”
I sat up, sex forgotten for the moment. What the hell was she talking about? Was I in her nightmares now with that fucker, not just his victim but part of the problem?
