Chapter 57

57

W e lie on the dock in a post-coitus daze until the sun sinks low enough that we're shivering in each other's arms.

"Come on, baby. Let's go warm up." Picking me up, he cradles me against his chest as he carefully steps onto the boat, ducking as he goes down the stairs. He makes a beeline to the bathroom, depositing me on the toilet and instructing me to pee as he turns on the tub and heads back upstairs. I'm flushing the toilet as he reappears holding the bottle of champagne. My gaze slowly slides down his body, taking in his still erect cock, the rippling muscles, the god-like physique. I drop to my knees with a sudden, desperate need to have him in my mouth, his cum sliding down the back of my throat.

"Isla–"

"Please, Henry," I beg, wrapping my hand around his shaft, my fingertips not quite touching. He must see the absolute desperation on my face because he gives in, nodding slightly before leaning back against the counter as he unwraps the foil from the top of the champagne bottle. My tongue passes over his slit as he pops the cork off the bottle, and I taste him for the first time. He cups the back of my head with one hand, nudging past my lips as he takes a deep swig from the champagne bottle. Tugging my head back, he forces me to look up at him, slowly dribbling the champagne from his mouth to mine. He pushes the head of his cock back into my mouth.

"Swallow." The combination of his taste, the bubbles of the champagne, and how fucking erotic this is makes me absolutely feral. I grab the backs of his thighs, holding myself steady as he guides my head back and forth, his gaze never leaving mine, dark desire practically dripping from him.

"Be a good girl and take me all the way," he says, his voice hoarse. "Please, Isla."

I take a deep breath through my nose, flatten my tongue, and slide my lips down his shaft. He flexes his hips, plunging into my throat, his hands cradling my head.

"Fuck," he rasps, the head of his cock pulsing at the back of my throat. Eyes watering, I swallow, squeezing him with my throat. He thrusts one twice, then pulls out, replacing his cock with his thumb.

"You're so pretty," he whispers, tracing my lips and coating them in my saliva.

"Use me, Henry," I practically beg, feathering the tip of my tongue over his frenulum. He growls deep in his throat, his hands spasming in my hair. Picking me up, he turns the water off, carries me to the bedroom, and tosses me on the bed.

"Don't move." I shiver at the command, not moving a single muscle as I lie there wondering where he went. When he comes back into the room, he's holding a vibrator in one hand. He tugs me to the edge of the bed, positioning me so my head hangs off. "Pinch the back of my leg if you want to stop," he says, his cock bobbing as he takes a step toward me. "I need to hear that you understand, Isla."

"I understand," I whisper, my mouth watering as the head of his cock presses against my lips. He turns the vibrator on, sliding it over my clit before slowly sinking his cock into my mouth. This position makes it seem like he's twice as long, and I silently thank the gods for a practically nonexistent gag reflex as he bottoms out. I moan around him as he drags the vibe back and forth between my legs, taking turns between concentrating on my clit and dipping it inside, teasing my G-spot. I take a deep breath as he pulls back and then promptly gag as he shoves back in with a grunt, his control cracking. I keep a grip on his thigh with one hand, steadying myself as I wrap my other hand around his balls, massaging and tugging, discovering what he likes. My thumb slips up the back, barely brushing his perineum, and his entire body tenses, a guttural sound slipping from his mouth. I wait for him to tell me to stop, but the request never comes.

Gaining courage, I slide my thumb over his taint in slow circles. He shudders against me like he's shaking off the restraint that's held him back for as long as I've known him. Pulling my legs toward him, he practically folds my body in half, pressing my head against the side of the bed with his hips and fastening his lips over my pussy, sucking on my clit like it's a goddamned Jolly Rancher. I increase the pressure on his taint as he thrusts, doing my best to keep up with him as he uses my mouth to find relief. I hear the vibrator start up again, and I'm a goner the second he slides it inside me and flattens his tongue against my clit. My cry is muffled by his cock as he pushes deep. One more pump, and he's pulsing inside me, hot cum pooling in the back of my throat as he comes. He pulls out the second he's finished, lifting and tossing me higher onto the bed and crawling up after me, looks of concern and wonder battling for dominance.

"You're fucking amazing, Isla." He swipes his thumbs under my eyes, wiping away the tears and the rest of my mascara, then cradles my head between his hands and kisses me dizzy. I reach between my legs, trying to take out the vibrator, but he wraps his fingers around my wrist, stopping me. His mouth is hot as he makes his way down to my breasts, sucking my nipples into his mouth before kissing his way down my stomach.

"Henry! I just got there!" I protest, trying to squirm out of his grip.

"Let me make you feel good, Isla," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my clit. I relax into the bed with the first touch of his tongue, my legs falling wide open. "Your pussy is so pretty," he whispers, running his nose along my slit before sucking my clit into his mouth.

"Henry!" I don't like him looking. I'm not dumb. I know it's not pretty down there .

"Have you thought about how it will feel to have two cocks stretching you?" he asks softly, sliding two fingers inside me, joining the vibrator. He spreads them out, a delicious stretch making me forget everything I was about to say. He shifts, and then I feel the thumb of his other hand sliding up my crack and pushing gently against my asshole.

Fuck. My breath hitches as he works me over, playing my body like a violin, making me feel good in so many ways that I can't do anything but go along for the ride.

"Oh, god," I whimper as he forces me higher, his lips curling against me just before he tears my world wide open. I buck against his hands and his mouth, my body not knowing what to do, where to press, where to pull, to get the most pleasure. I suck in a ragged breath, tears streaming down my face as he brings me back down gently, slowly removing his fingers, then the vibe, kissing just below my belly button before crawling up next to me and gathering me into his arms.

"Where the hell did you learn that?" I ask, breathing hard. "Wait, don't answer that. I don't want to know."

Henry chuckles, pressing his lips to my hair. "I can tell you with absolute certainty that I've never done that with anyone before, Isla."

God, I hope he's telling me the truth. I've never been a jealous person, but thinking of him doing that to someone else practically crushes my soul.

"Good, because you're mine," I whisper, pressing my lips to his.