Paige

PAIGE

Rocking over Henry's hand is nice, my pleasure spikes high and fast, but as I learned last night, my pleasure stalls, prolonging every interaction. It's probably the only reason I survived the three of them.

At my small plea, Henry's pupils blow completely and he yanks my T-shirt up over one shoulder, creating a handhold while exposing my breasts. The fabric is tight across my throat but not restricting. He sinks lower to pull a nipple into his mouth.

Pleasure heightens and tightens my core. I'm closer. So much closer, but still, stalling.

As much as I like his fingers inside of me, I've been craving the way I know his cock fills me. Reaches parts of me nothing else on his body can.

Henry doesn't seem to mind putting in the extra work though. Thank God for that.

He finds a spot that has me shaking with the effort to hold myself up, and the base of his thumb presses into my clit. I bite my lip so hard that I wouldn't be surprised to taste blood. I can't make noise right now. Not with my son in the other room.

Another hard tug on my nipple has me tipping.

Henry holds onto me, tapping whatever spot he's found to set me off. Surging back up my body, he catches my mouth before I can cry out, muffling it as I shatter. He rocks me for a few seconds until I recover enough to kiss him back with gusto.

That was nice. Really nice. But I want him inside me.

He releases my shirt, and it flutters down over my sensitive nipples, making me shiver. With a low groan, he beats me to his belt, unbuckling it to give me access to his zipper. I pull him out with a rough stroke.

Henry caresses my cheek, and the look in his eyes is soft. I don't quite know how to decipher it, but I tuck that away for later, alongside with the way he's been taking care of me today and how he was worried enough to come check on me. And a million other little things since I stepped into his office on my first day.

I kiss him again, teasing the head of his cock with my hand until he's devouring my mouth. Lifting to my knees, I can't wait any longer. Henry pulls my shorts to the side as I rub his silky tip against my swollen folds. After a few swipes, I'm able to lower myself over him, rocking our hips together once he's fully seated inside of me.

I murmur my pleasure against his mouth. This feeling of being stretched, filled to the brim, is exactly what I wanted. Exactly what I've been craving these last eighteen hours.

Henry grips my hips in both hands and lifts under me, initiating a short thrust against my very depths. My core blazes, and I grip the collar of his shirt, still dressed from work, as I move with him. The fabric of my shorts pulls and rubs over my sensitive clit, and I hum a low, needy noise for him.

Our thrusts build until our kiss breaks apart, and we're taking each other with much more force. The long slide of his cock builds warmth through my center. I can't seem to get enough. Each hard plunge jars me with pleasure. It's the best fucking feeling in the world.

Swearing under his breath, Henry must agree with me, concentration furrowing his brows as he watches me. "Fuck, . You blow my mind every time."

Shock yanks a half-broken laugh out of me.

He grabs a handful of my hair and forces me to meet his gaze. "I'm serious."

After staring into his pale-blue eyes for a long minute, I nod, and he softens his hold on me for a moment. Then, he's slamming us together with clear intent. My pussy is grateful, bearing down, ready for the onslaught of a new orgasm.

And fuck, I hover there, waiting to fall off that edge, but my body clings to the sides and refuses to let me drop.

Henry's mouth travels along my throat, nibbling and tasting until he reaches where my neck curves into my shoulder. His teeth rocket me forward. I'm holding on by a thread, and I try to let go, wishing I could descend into bliss, but I stay here, shaking from the effort until one stroke has my toes curling, my muscles growing stiff, and mercifully, Henry doesn't stop, doesn't slow until I'm liquid around him.

He's still hard and throbbing inside of me. When I regain enough control over my limbs, I run my hands over his sides. He's all hard muscle under his corporate facade. Where does he find the time to maintain this kind of physique when he works as much as he does?

And why does he still have so many clothes on?

Sharp clarity has me looking toward my bedroom to check that the door's still closed tight. A reminder that we didn't have the luxury of stripping naked to play with each other all night. Even if that's exactly what my body craved. Fuck, my mental health too.

"You okay?" Henry asks in a soft voice. It's all husky and rumbling.

I nod. "Just need to be hyper vigilant with—" The words die on my tongue. I've never done this before, have sex with a man while my son is in the other room.

Who am I kidding? I haven't had sex since I became a mother.

And suddenly, I can't seem to get enough.

"Do you want me to stop?" Henry tucks a few bits of drying hair behind my ear, his touch tracing down the side of my neck where he was kissing only a minute ago.

How does such a handsome, smart and kind man end up with someone like me instead of someone more put together, further advanced in their career, or taking care of the home. I'm struggling with all three of those.

I shake my head at him. I don't want him to stop. I never have.

He lifts me in his arms and turns me onto the warm cushion he'd occupied. Trapping me under him, his hips keep me in place, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

Henry props himself above me, and for a brief moment, I don't feel like a single mom, like Patrick's daughter, like a Rockwell International employee. I'm whole, wanted and wet. The world revolves around the two of us, how complete I feel with him buried inside me.

I wriggle my hips, and he leans down to kiss me. My world breaks open, swallows me and reels me back when he releases me.

Heat blossoms in his gaze, and he gathers my oversized shirt and presses it into my mouth. "To keep you quiet. Just in case."

Fuck, that makes me wetter, anticipation spiraling low in my belly. Faster when he blows across my nipples, making them perk to attention.

Rearing up, Henry takes my knees in his big hands and spreads them wider. The slow move is deliberate, resetting all of the sensitive spots he can reach with the head of his thick cock. He slips partially out and slides back in like a sexy tango.

God, I want a better view.

Henry grins at the way I'm arching. Grabbing a pillow, he stuffs it behind my back, propping me up. Then, he spreads me so that I can see him tease my entrance, a short plunge and retreat. And the way his bare cock is silhouetted by his dark slacks makes the way his shaft disappears inside me so much the hotter.

"I like how much you enjoy watching." His voice is soft and gruff again, sinking further into me until the full swing of his hips taps against mine and he stretches me so sweetly that I swear I'm a goner.

But the sight isn't enough. How hard and fast he's taking me isn't enough. The way my shirt is bunched in my mouth isn't enough to completely muffle my moans.

Curled tighter, Henry leans in to nuzzle me. "God, look at all of that mess, . It's all you. Every. Last. Drop."

God, he's right, my arousal, my multiple orgasms, spread across my thighs, shining in the low light of the TV. I squeeze around him with a whimper.

"And those hard, pink nipples, begging to be played with, pinched, sucked on."

I give him another moan of approval.

It's like the man breaks, yanking me forward as he drops to catch one in his mouth and sucks hard. Thank God for the shirt in my mouth because I'm unable to hold back my cry. He lathes, suckles and rolls the bud against the roof of his mouth until I'm shaking from the onslaught.

He switches, showing my other breast the same attention.

When he releases me, I'm huffing noisily. Henry's transformed into an apex predator, rutting against my womb. I have to wonder if they all look this way when they're ready to come, when it builds and builds like this.

Can they all perform this way? Giving and giving and giving. Or is he taking? I can't be sure anymore.

I can barely hold on.

I don't need to.

He's got me, hands cupping my waist, knees dropping to the crook of his elbows as he pulls me into his thrusts. I scramble for purchase because this time, I'm not struggling to build to an orgasm. It's already shaking through me.

Henry's jaw clenches, eyes unfocused while he swallows back his own groan as he pumps his cum into me, filling me up.

I never imagined being stuffed with a man's seed would be so hot, but it is. Like the primal woman in me enjoys the way he claims me.

He holds onto me as we shake together.

"Fuck, you're magnificent."

I hum back at him, and he laughs as he pulls the damp fabric from my mouth. "Sorry about that."

"Mmm. Don't be." I nudge him a little. "But do let me up."

"Right." Unfolding me, he watches how his cum leaks from me, his cock twitching in his hand as he stuffs himself away.

"Like what you see?"

"Yes." That was a more serious answer than I expected. Did he like the idea of getting me pregnant?

I pop up to check my bedroom door. Still closed. Thank God.

"I need to …"

"Go clean up." Henry nods, fighting back his smile.

I roll my eyes and go to the bathroom, cleaning up what I can. When I return, he's looking around my living room—the pictures of Paxton and I, of Patrick and Jackie, the knickknacks we've all collected together, the box of fortune cookie fortunes Jackie and I have collected from long, sleepless nights studying and ordering in from Moo Chow Wings just off campus.

Oh shit. Jackie will be home soon.

I shuffle over to Henry, taking his arm and stalling at how nice his bicep is before I shake it off. Then, he covers my fingers with his own and my heart melts a little bit.

"Henry." My voice holds none of my usual strength. I don't think I like it.

The ever-perceptive man notices the shift, and he turns me into him without missing a beat. "What's wrong?"

Heat blossoms across my cheeks and ears, and I hate it. "Jackie's about to get home. I need you to?—"

A firm knock beats the door, and I flinch. Only one person would knock—other than the one who looks two seconds from trying to devour me again.

"Shit." Unlatching myself from Henry, I creep toward the door and open it with a grateful smile, refusing to show the nerves that have rocketed up my pulse. "Hey, Dad."