Henry liked to talk a lot. He hadn’t seemed that way earlier. When they were in the car, he’d allowed her to talk the whole time. At dinner, he’d interjected a comment here or there, but for the most part, he’d kept her talking. Now he seemed to really want to talk. “No. I mean, I touched one through clothes, but I certainly didn’t do the mouth thing.”
A sexy smile curled up his lips. “I went too far, didn’t I? I went straight from kissing to oral sex. How about second base?”
She shook her head. “Oh, I didn’t play softball. I wasn’t very big into sports.”
A laugh came out of his mouth, and she finally got to see a brilliant smile on his face. It made him younger, lighter, so much more dangerous. His hands came out, and his fingertips lightly brushed her nipples. “I was talking about your breasts, Nell. Have you had a man play with your breasts?”
She felt a grimace cross her face. “Just some groping in college, and I didn’t really like it. He pinched me.”
He moved on the bed, shifting and getting behind her. “Move between my legs.”
Nell felt awkward, but she did as he asked, allowing him to get behind her so his back was to the headboard. She scooted back, not quite sure what he was doing. His arms came out, drawing her toward him so her back was cradled against his chest, his legs surrounding hers. She was suddenly completely wrapped in strong arms and legs, the intimacy piercing in its sweetness. He’d meant what he’d said. He was going to take care of her. She’d spread herself open for him, given him every indication that she was ready for sex, but he hadn’t just jumped on top of her. He was giving her real intimacy. He was making it special.
He pushed her hair to the side and kissed the nape of her neck, causing her to shiver. “I want to play with your breasts. I want to show you how much I like them, how important they are.”
“I don’t think they’re very sensitive.”
“Let me be the judge of that.” His big hands came up and cupped her breasts. “Your breasts are like all the other parts of your gorgeous body. They need attention.”
His palms moved across her breasts, not groping or grasping but touching and stimulating. She couldn’t help the gasp that came from her chest. His fingers played on her nipples, little touches that made her squirm and then long, gentle squeezes. All the while, his lips played at her neck, kissing and licking. She could feel his erection against the small of her back. He was so hard, but he kept playing with her, making her hot. His ankles caught hers, spreading her legs.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Nell.” He breathed the words against her throat.
“I’m not thinking.” She wasn’t thinking at all. She wasn’t formulating arguments in her head or going through all the things she needed to do. She was just feeling.
“That’s what I want to hear.” His fingers twisted on her nipples.
Nell gasped. Pain flared but it quickly turned to heat that coursed through her veins and made a direct line to her pussy. Her legs moved restlessly against his.
“I think you’re beginning to understand. This is supposed to be good for you. I can make this very good for you.”
It felt really good. It felt spectacular. “Yes, Henry.”
“Trust me, Nell. Put yourself in my care. Let me take care of you.” He pinched her nipples again, his lips on her ear. “Submit to me. Just here in the bedroom. Submit. Tell me I’m the Master here.”
He really was the master. “Yes, Henry.”
He hissed, his body going hard behind her. “I want you, Nell. I’m going to take you.”
She found herself flat on her back. One minute she was in front of him, and the next he had flipped himself over and covered her. His weight pressed her down into the bed. Heat from his body poured into hers. She loved the way his chest brushed hers and how they fit together. She felt drugged as he kissed her. His lips caressed hers and then went lower, nuzzling her neck.
“No one’s ever sucked your nipples.” He sounded like he was talking more to himself than her. As though memorizing an inventory of everything he was taking.
His tongue came out, curling around her nipple. She shivered and then let her hands find his hair as his lips covered her nipple, sucking it in. He played with her, laving and sucking and then biting down with a sweet sharpness. He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention.
“No one’s loved your belly.” He moved down, his tongue delving into her belly button. He was running his tongue over her, his hands moving her to suit his needs. She didn’t have to do anything, just let him adore her.
“And no man’s ever gotten a taste of this sugar.” His mouth was right over her pussy. Her heart rate tripled. She could feel his heat as his lips hovered. “Tell me no one’s ever put his mouth on this pussy and eaten you until you screamed.”
Her voice came out in a low huff. “No. No one’s ever done that.”
And suddenly she really, really wanted someone to do that. Oh, yes. His breath played over her flesh. She could feel herself swelling in anticipation.
“You’re going to remain very still, Nell. I want you to reach above your head and grasp the slats on the headboard. You’re going to hold on to them, and they will help you to not move while I play with you. You’re mine right now, Nell. You’re going to obey me.”
She should be protesting him, but, no, her hands didn’t seem at all interested in protesting what was an obvious male grab for power. Nope. Her arms just drifted up, and her suddenly submissive fingers found the headboard and curled around it. Obedience wasn’t necessarily a bad word, she decided. She obeyed things like traffic laws and karmic laws and the rules of recycling. She was just obeying the rules of sex, and Henry seemed to be an expert. Yes, she could justify it that way.
And then she wasn’t thinking at all as Henry’s tongue came out, and he licked a long line along her pussy.
Nell gasped, her hips shifting.
Henry’s head came up, his handsome face frowning. “Be still, Nell. I’ll stop and spank you if you can’t obey.”
She didn’t want him to stop. Maybe this whole sex thing didn’t have to be a pure partnership. Or maybe she should rethink her idea of a partnership. It didn’t always have to be fifty-fifty every minute of the day. Maybe it could be a sweet symphony where each partner did what they did best in order to please the other. What did Henry need? He needed to be in control here. He was telling her exactly what he needed and not prevaricating about it. It was really a great thing when she thought about it.
“I’ll be still. But it’s hard because it feels so nice, Henry. You’re very good at that.”
He stared for a minute, his jaw dropping slightly. “Thank you. I’ve never actually been told that. Not in a verbal fashion.”
He needed praise. “You are very, very good, Henry. I love the way it feels. I’ve never felt anything so good.”
A slow smile crossed his face. “Oh, I can be even better, love, but I appreciate the praise. You taste so good. Nell, you taste incredible. Pure and…fair. You taste fair and right.”
She couldn’t help but giggle a little. He was trying. It was actually really sweet of him. “I’m so glad, Henry. Please won’t you kiss me again? I promise I’ll be still. I’ll try to.”
His face, so hard before, softened. “I can handle your enthusiasm. We’ll work on it, baby, but for now, I just want to eat you up.”
His head lowered again, and he made good on his promise. His tongue licked and loved and his lips sucked. His tongue was everywhere, spreading affection. Nell had to concentrate, forcing her legs to stay still. It felt perfect. He ate her like a dessert and for the first time in her life, she felt adored.
Over and over he ran his tongue along her flesh, and his hands left her thighs as though he knew she would stay still. She looked down her body, Henry’s dark head at her core. He looked up, tilting his head slightly. His eyes met hers and he sucked one petal of her labia into his mouth.