22. Henry

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

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“Are you sure she’s asleep?” Felix whispers in my ear, as he nips on my lobe, making me momentarily stupid.

I can’t think with his hands all over me, but I don’t really want to think right now anyway. “Yeah. She’s asleep,” I say and pull his big body down so he’s covering me on the couch. Hazel has been out for almost an hour, and we’ve been making out on the couch like a couple of teenagers.

It’s frantic and desperate, but slow and languid at the same time. I want to get to know every part of his body, but I’m afraid of it ending if my daughter wakes up or, God forbid, he comes to his senses.

He sits up to remove his shirt and then leans back down to kiss me. I feel an intense shiver sliding all over my body from the contact. “I want you,” I breathe against his mouth.

He sits up, sliding my shirt off my body and then lies against me, his skin scorching mine. “You have me.”

My heart bursts with hope again, but I just kiss him hard, my hand sliding down his smooth back, over every muscle. “I mean I want you inside me.”

His entire body goes rigid as he pulls back and looks into my eyes. “You want that?”

I nod, my nerves racing through me, but I also just feel pure excitement. “I do.”

He kisses me gently, breathing heavily, his voice raspy when he asks, “Have you ever . . .”—he pulls back enough so he can look into my eyes—“done that before?”

I shake my head slowly. “I’ve fooled around with guys, but I haven’t had actual sex.” Although, I did come and made sure my partner came, so maybe it was sex, but it was nothing like this.

No experience has ever been like this before.

“You know I’m good with both ways,” he kisses me softly again. His weight is held by his arms planted on either side of my head. It’s a tight fit on the couch. “We can go slow. If you want . . . you can be inside me first.”

My heart kicks up in speed, but I shake my head slowly. “I want that.” I lean up, stealing his lips and covering his heart with my hand. “But I want this first. I need you.”

And I mean it. With Felix, there’s no pressure. There’s just us. This is the calmest and the safest I’ve ever felt, and I know, without a doubt, he’ll take care of me. Make it good for me.

He climbs off me, pushing his pants and underwear down and off, his stiff cock standing in front of me. A new sense of fear runs through me as I look at his long, thick cock before me, wondering if this will work. Felix sits down next to me, pulling me into a sitting position and cupping my face in his hands. “If you don’t like it, we can stop. At any time.”

I grin. “I know.” I trust him completely, and it’s fucking terrifying. “I want this.”

He doesn’t argue with me, which I like, and grabs his jeans from the floor, pulling out a condom and a packet of lube. My heart races with anxious tension, but also excitement as I look at him. “Do we need the condom?”

I know this is a big deal, that we barely know each other. But I also know that’s bullshit. He knows me better than anyone does. Better than I’ve allowed anyone else to know me. He clears his throat, and I see the nerves in his eyes. “I’ve never . . .”

“We can use it,” I quickly say.

“No,” he says just as quickly but then shrinks back. “I mean, we’re both negative, and I uh . . .” Goddamn, he’s cute. “I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

Relief washes over me, and I smile. “I don’t either. You’re it for me,” I admit, and the smile he flashes at me is devastatingly beautiful.

“Fuck the condom then,” he says, tossing it on the table, and then he kisses me hard. I fall back on the couch as he blankets me with his naked warmth. His kiss is soft and sweet as his hands slowly explore my body, his lips making their way down my neck to my chest.

He teases me nearly to madness when he kisses and licks over my abdomen, pushing my sweats down, revealing my naked cock, but he gives it no attention. He kisses me everywhere else, his hands exploring me as I kick my sweats off.

I know I need to be quiet. If we wake Hazel up, it’s game over, but I have a rough time doing that when he starts kissing my inner thighs, ignoring my weeping dick and moving to my balls. He strokes over them with his tongue, and then he takes each one into his mouth, sucking, licking, and driving me totally insane with need.

“Felix,” I gasp, needing more.

When he takes my ankle in his hand and urges my leg up, positioning my foot flat on the couch, I’m exposed to him. I nearly bow off the couch with a harsh shout when his tongue laves over my hole.

“Oh fuck.”

I swear, I can feel him grinning as he does it again. Swirling around my hole, over and over again, before stiffening his tongue and pushing it inside me.

“Yes.” I grasp his hair with my hand, keeping my voice a hoarse whisper.

I’m a whimpering, whining mess, and by the time he opens the lube, spreading some on his fingers to push one inside me slowly, I barely notice the intrusion. When he adds another finger and crooks it just right, stroking over my prostate, I nearly lose it.

“Felix, I’m too close. I need you.”

“Not. Yet.” My cock is leaking, flushed red at the tip, and my balls actually ache from the need to come, but he continues to tease me, adding a third finger and stretching me for his massive cock.

“Please,” I beg him. Not above it. Desperate. This aching need inside me threatening to burst free.

Finally, he removes his fingers, giving my cock a slow, nearly painfully teasing kiss at the tip before he spreads lube over his stiff cock. He moves up my body for a filthy, sexy kiss that nearly sends me over the edge before he can even get inside me.

One of his hands braces his weight off me, but the other moves to my face, his thumb stroking under my eye. “You sure?”

I nod my head, more sure of this than anything else in my life. “Yes.”

I grasp his ass in both hands, marveling at the rock-hard globes and how good they feel. Then I feel his cock nudge my hole.

“Please,” I breathe against his mouth, and he kisses me, sliding into me slowly, but my body is relaxed and ready for him. It’s a tight fit and a little uncomfortable at first when the head passes through the tight ring of muscle. But we kiss, which helps me relax as he pushes the rest of his cock into me.

Our kisses never miss a beat until he’s fully seated inside me. “Oh, holy fuck,” he gasps, and I smile, knowing I did that to him.

His body trembles as he remains still, his cock filling me, and I run one of my hands up and down his back. “Please. Move.”

He looks at me, then nips on my bottom lip, smiling. “Give me a minute. I’m trying not to embarrass myself.”

That makes me laugh, which makes him groan and rest his forehead against mine. “Not. Helping.”

“I don’t care how fast it goes. Fuck me.”

And then he does just that, with slow strokes in and out of me, dragging against my prostate with each stroke. We kiss and rut together, and before I know it, my balls are drawing up tightly to my body, and I’m crashing over the edge as he nails my prostate with precise, tender thrusts.

Suddenly, I come between us, totally untouched. My entire body was a live wire before he even got inside me, and it didn’t take much to explode. When I clench around him, it sets off his own powerful orgasm, his body tensing as he moves inside me, spilling his cum deep inside.

We’re both a sweaty, panting mess, but I refuse to let him go, wrapping my arms and legs around him as we kiss and come down from the amazing high that’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

I want to say so many things to him, like I always do, but I just kiss him and hold onto him.

Hoping with everything inside me for just a little bit more of him.