My orgasm comes on fast and strong, making me arch my back and gasp aloud as the blood pulses between my legs.
I’m faintly aware of him kissing the insides of my thighs, his freshly shaven jaw leaving a slick trail of me along my skin. Strong arms pull me into a sitting position, and then I’m pressed against Henry’s chest in a cradle hold and he’s carrying me toward his bedroom.
I giggle, taking in his glistening mouth. “I’m all over you.”
“You are,” he whispers, no longer agitated as he was when I first arrived. He leans down to press his lips against mine until I can taste the odd muskiness. “You thoroughly fucked my face.” Setting me down on the bed, he adds in a low growl, “Now I’m going to thoroughly fuck that pretty, tight pink hole of yours.”
Flutters erupt in my stomach.
“Take your clothes off.”
He simply stands there and watches with hungry, impatient eyes as I unzip and slip off my rumpled skirt, letting it pool on the floor by my ankles. With shaky fingers, I unbutton my blouse and slip it off, then unhook my bra and cast it to the side.
And I’m naked in front of Henry once again.
“Watch me. Don’t be shy.” He takes his time, working at the knot in his tie, unbuttoning his shirt, shedding every article of clothing until he’s naked in front of me, stroking that intimidating, swollen cock of his.
I move to take him in my mouth again, to devour his delicious, salty cream, but he demands, “Lie down.”
As gracefully as possible, I scoot back and lie down. With only a moment’s hesitation, I pull my knees up and spread my legs for him.
“You don’t need to be nervous,” he murmurs, strolling over to open his nightstand drawer and pull out a condom.
How can I not be, when I look at that engorged thing in his hand, when I’m worried that I’ll be terrible, that he won’t enjoy this. I want to remind him that I’ve never done this before, that I hope he enjoys himself anyway, but I bite my bottom lip and keep those fears to myself.
Henry isn’t attracted to insecurity and, soon enough, I’ll no longer be a virgin.
I watch with fascination as he tears open the silver foil pack with his teeth and rolls on the clear rubber ring, his demeanor calm and confident. Not a single shake in his hands.
As small as the condom is, it stretches over his entire shaft.
He smirks. “You have a very curious look on your face.”
“I’ve never seen a real condom before,” I admit sheepishly.
He frowns. “Not even in Sex Ed?”
“You don’t teach with condoms when you’re promoting abstinence.”
He shakes his head and grumbles something incoherent as he kneels between my legs, his sheathed cock jutting toward the ceiling, his hand immediately going for my core. He pushes two fingers in and sighs, pumping in and out, stirring that potent musky smell in the air once again. “Fuck, you get so wet for me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper shamelessly.
“You have a beautiful pussy,” he murmurs, his heated gaze on me as his hand works against me, sending tingles directly to my clit. “Spread a little wider for me.”
I pull my legs apart, my embarrassment over his words or his perusal of my most private area no longer enough to keep me from tempting him.
“I’ll go as slow as I can. At the beginning, anyway. After that, I can’t promise anything.” Lustful blue eyes settle on mine, and I feel him assessing me, silently asking me if I’m ready for this.
I simply nod.
And then suddenly he’s hovering above me, resting his weight on his elbows to keep from crushing me beneath his massive body. The head of his cock nudges at my opening.
In this moment, I sense a part of me slipping away. Jed’s sweet, innocent Abbi... She will be irrevocably lost after I let this man inside me, after I give him a piece of me that I can never get back.
I rope my hands around Henry’s head and pull his mouth down to mine, my tongue sliding against his in an erotic dance, kissing him with all the passion and emotion that I feel in this very moment.
His hard cock pushes into me.
I gasp as my body begins to stretch around it.
“Relax.” He stops pushing, letting me become accustomed to his girth. This feels nothing like one or two or even three fingers.
But I take shallow, calming breaths, trying to relax, to simply enjoy this moment, and the feel of his weight pressed against my body. My hands explore, to slide over his triceps, his bulging shoulders, and that delicious collarbone.
He pushes deeper inside.
“Fuck, you are so goddamn tight,” he growls, his jaw clenching.
“It doesn’t hurt you, does it?”
He starts to laugh. “No, babe. It’s just taking all my willpower not to shove my cock straight into you. But I need you to relax.”
“I’m trying.”
He leans down to kiss me, his mouth softer and more pliable, less animalistic and hungry. It’s an affectionate kiss between lovers. I feel myself responding, growing wetter, the tension beginning to slip from my limbs.
He edges his cock a little deeper as he keeps kissing me, coaxing my body into submission.
He’s so hard. I wonder if all men are this hard when they’re inside a woman.
His lips leave mine to skim across my jaw and along my neck, sending shivers down my torso. Instinctively, I arch my back as his mouth approaches my breast and he captures my nipple, sucking on it like he sucked on my clit earlier. I sigh with the wet, hot sensation, ticklish and yet erotic, stirring the blood between my legs more.
Opening me up even wider.
He puts all of his weight on one elbow, allowing him to fill his hand with my breast, massaging it gently as he toys with my nipple.
And he pushes deeper inside.
I’m so completely, utterly full with him, I don’t know how much deeper he can get. I’m afraid to ask, but I trust that he knows what he’s doing and he won’t hurt me. Not intentionally anyway. Not physically.
I don’t want to think about the future emotional downfall of this, even though my subconscious is already preparing for the inevitable.
He repositions himself above me, one arm hooking beneath my knee and lifting my leg up to curl around his back so he can push in. Oh God, he’s so deep. It’s so intense and though not painful, not entirely enjoyable.
“Breathe,” he whispers against my mouth. “I’m there.”
“You are?”
He smiles, slipping one hand beneath my neck while the other one reaches down between us to rub circles against my clit.
And then he slowly pulls his hips back, dragging his long, hard cock out of me, leaving me feeling suddenly empty.
But only for a second, and then he’s back, pushing in, that intense, almost unbearable fullness forcing a cry from my lips.
Over and over again, so slowly, Henry pulls out and thrusts back in, each time becoming a little easier, my body accommodating his size more easily, then more greedily, until I feel the urge to move my hips with him.
He moans, as if he’s been waiting for that moment and his body begins plunging harder into me, lifting my pelvis with each thrust. His hips slap against my thighs, the rhythmic sound competing with the creak in the bed.
My breasts bounce violently and I know they’re going to be sore later, but right now I don’t care, reveling in the growing slickness between my legs as my body accepts all of Henry. I wonder if all sex feels this incredible, or if it’s just sex with Henry that makes me feel euphoric and free.
My hands slip over his skin, now coated with a thin sheen of sweet as his hips pump into me again and again, mercilessly, his hooded gaze locked on my face, smiling every time a gasp or moan escapes my lips.
“Henry...” I moan, trailing my tongue along the salty edge of his collarbone.
“I want to fuck you harder.”
“Yes,” I hear myself whisper, because instinctively I know I want him to, though I have no idea what that may feel like, and whether I can handle it. But I know I want it.