Chapter 77

77

I can't describe the thrill that races through my body as Henry crawls up the bed toward me, powerful muscles shifting, mesmerizing blue eyes ensnaring me, making it hard to breathe, hard to think. My breath hitches as his fingertips brush over my calf. The corner of his mouth ticks up, like he knows exactly what he's doing, before he lowers his lips to my ankle, kissing and biting his way up my leg.

"Henry," I gasp, trying to haul his body over mine.

"You better get used to that feeling," he murmurs, moving his lips to my other leg. "I'm going to edge you within an inch of your life."

"Henry, no," I gasp, already desperate for him to fill me, to feel him deep inside where he belongs.

He grips my legs and flips me in one smooth motion, pulling my hips back so my ass lifts into the air. He turns on the wand and hands it to me. "Hold this on your clit. Don't come, or I'll have to punish you."

Punish me ? God, why do I like the sound of that? I sneak my arm beneath my torso, slowly sliding the wand into place with a groan.

"Henry, Jesus. How can you give me this and tell me not to get there?" I ask, my voice breaking as my body fights the vibration, already on the verge of coming. I hear the squirt of a lube bottle, and then Henry is shuffling toward me on his knees, one hand spreading my cheeks while the other slides the butt plug along my crack.

"It's only until I get this in," he says, his voice strained as his cock presses against the back of my thigh.

I would give just about anything for him to slide into my ass right now, fill me up so I can strangle his cock and watch him fall apart. A gush of desire drips down my thigh.

"Fucking hell, Isla." He palms his cock, dragging it along my slit with a low moan. "Just the tip," he says, like he's trying to convince himself he can handle it. He notches himself at the entrance of my pussy, pushing until his swollen head nestles against my G-spot.

I whimper, trying to hold still, trying to be a good girl. He blows out a ragged breath, his fingers flexing on my hip before the cold silicone of the butt plug nudges against that tight muscle.

"Relax, Isla."

I release the tension in my muscles, fighting the urge to impale myself on him.

"Fuck, I have to feel you," he groans, dropping the plug to the bed and easing his finger inside me instead. I slowly sit back, taking more of his cock, more of his finger, rhythmically squeezing around them. I'm so close that all it would take is one word from him for me to explode.

"Isla." My name is a warning, a promise falling from his lips.

"Henry," I moan, rocking back and forth, fucking myself on his cock.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he hisses, pulling his finger out and replacing it with the butt plug, putting constant pressure on it until my ass swallows it, leaving only a cute round black diamond on the outside. He sits back on his heels with a growl, flipping me over and taking the wand from my hand. I squirm beneath him, the plug heavy and full, making me want–no need–more. He falls on top of me, keeping his weight on his elbows as he cradles my face between his hands .

"How does that feel?" he asks, the concern on his face doing funny things to my insides.

"Good," I whisper, hooking my hand around his neck and pulling his face down. He slides his nose along mine before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. I arch up to meet lips, my body on fire for him. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and I suck on it, kissing and biting until he pulls back, panting.

"Shower?" he rasps, his gaze drifting to my mouth. "We don't have to, but I'm dying to see you naked and wet, pressed against those rocks."

"Only if you fuck me in there."

He chuckles, powerful muscles pushing his body away from mine, scooping me up and carrying me into the shower. He turns the water on full blast, waiting until it's steaming before walking underneath the spray and setting me on my feet. The rock walls are slick, the steam hovering just above our heads, making it feel like we're in a rainforest. Henry backs me against the wall, planting his arm above my head, looking down at me with those intense ocean-blue eyes.

I suck in a breath, my heart hammering in my chest. He presses his thumb to my chin, opening my mouth before bending down and kissing me, sweeping his tongue over my lips. My knees tremble, and he snakes one long arm around my hip, his hand gripping my ass, holding me up. He pushes his middle finger between my cheeks, pressing against the plug. I jerk in his arms, a noise I don't recognize ripping from my throat.

"Do you know how close I am to dragging you to the floor and burying my cock in your tight little cunt?" he groans, capturing my lips with his before I can beg him to do exactly that. He drags his finger back and forth over the plug, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through my body. "Fuck. I have to see it again." He spins me toward the wall, pulling me back several steps before running his hand up my spine, putting pressure between my shoulder blades until I'm bent over, my hands gripping the wall for support. He crouches behind me, groaning as he squeezes and kneads my cheeks. I nearly jump out of my skin when I feel his tongue slipping underneath the edge of the plug, teasing sensitive nerve endings. My body jerks as ecstasy shoots up my spine, electricity cracking over my skin. He stands, pulling my body against his, my back to his chest, one large hand sliding up to palm my breast.

"Despite what it looks like, I brought you in here to pamper you, but I can't seem to keep my hands off of you," he rasps, squirting some body wash into his hands, lathering it before dragging his hands over my body. "I could stay between your legs forever, Isla. My own personal paradise." He turns me toward him, slowly spreading the soap over my back.

I push up on my toes, kissing him long and deep. After dragging my hand through the soap on my stomach, I grip his cock, twisting my fingers over his shaft in steady strokes. He breaks the kiss, moaning as he drops his head to my shoulder. As I push my hand back toward his body, I extend my finger and slide it past his balls, stroking the sensitive skin of his taint. He jerks against me, a broken groan of need echoing off the walls.

Fuck. That sound alone pushes me so close to the edge that I'm tempted to shove him down on the floor and ride him into oblivion. I keep stroking him, pushing a little further each time until I finally get up the nerve to reach around him with my other hand and slide my finger down his crack.

"I'm too close," he rasps, even as he pushes his ass against my hand, his body telling me everything I need to know. I slowly sink to the floor, and he follows just like I knew he would, stretching his body over me, his cock pressing between my legs.

"Make love to me, Henry."

"The handcuffs–"

“–Can wait.”

He shifts to his hands and knees, hovering over me as he sucks first one, then the other nipple into his mouth. He sits back on his heels, sluicing the water from his face before dragging the head of his cock along my slit, barely dipping in before pulling out and doing it again. Teasing us within an inch of our lives.

"Henry. Now," I beg .

In one powerful move, he plants his elbows on either side of my head and slams into me, filling me so full I see stars.

"Fuck," he bites out, holding himself impossibly still as he tries to pull himself back from the edge.

I whimper beneath him, writhing against his body, needing friction. Needing to break his goddamn control. Holding his gaze, I slide my hand down his back, pushing my middle finger down his crack, circling the puckered skin, waiting for him to tell me to stop.

He doesn't.

Desire gushes between my legs as I slowly push my finger in, watching as his eyes roll back in raw, unbridled ecstasy. His groan is primal, goosebumps peppering my skin as he rams into me, then pushes back on my finger, milking his prostate. It's frenzied, bordering on violent, as we fuck each other, using each other to find the ultimate release. Henry pushes his hand between our bodies, pinching my clit, and I detonate like a supernova, galaxies of stars exploding behind my eyelids as I come forcefully. His hips stutter as my muscles clench around him, and I massage him with my finger as he roars his release. He thrusts deep, emptying himself at the entrance to my womb.

"You're fucking incredible, Isla," he rasps, cupping my face, kissing me gently, his cock still half-hard inside me. He rolls over on his back, breathing hard. "I think that was the best fuck of my entire life."