Page 90 of Having Henley
She waited for me.
Gave herself to me.
I don’t want that to matter.
I don’t want any of this to matter.
I can do this.
“Look at me, Henley.” I say it softly, nuzzling her neck, turning her head so I can see her face. As soon as she opens her eyes and looks at me, I brush my thumb against her clit, giving it soft, feathery strokes. “Let me see you.” I press against her, each stroke deeper than the last. “Give me what I want.”
Her jaw snaps tight, mouth open on a shuddering moan that wracks her whole body. Her hand shoots up between us, her fingers wrapping around my bicep. Palm pressed to the tattoo on the inside of my arm.
“Conner…”
She comes hard, the walls of her pussy clamp around my fingers. Hips raised to take each stroke as deep as I’ll give it to her.
And just like that, I snap.
Shooting down the length of her I wrap my hands around her hips and lift. Pushing her thighs apart with my shoulders I give her a long, languid stroke with my tongue and she nearly comes up of the floor, a low moan, locked in her throat.
It hits me like a shockwave. My cock instantly starts to throb, from base to tip. The small of my back tenses up. My balls tighten, contracting so hard they ache. I’m about ready to come all over myself, and all it took was the taste of her. “I knew it.” I groan against her between strokes, sliding my arms under her thighs to wrap my hands around the tops of the so I can open her wider. Drag her closer. So I can taste every inch of her. “Fucking delicious.”
I pull her even closer, the wide plank of my shoulders pressing into the cradle of my thighs so hard I can practically feel her bones start to bend. I can’t get close enough.
No matter how close I get, it’ll never be enough.
Lifting myself up, I rip my shirt over my head and toss it away. I need to feel the heat of her on my skin. I need—
“Ohmygod.” She’s shaking, strung out. About to crash. The orgasms I’m giving her are coming too close together. “Wait—Conner…”
I can do this.
Slow the fuck down.
If there’s anything I can do right, it’s this.
I lift her leg at the knee. I turn my head while I drape it over my shoulder. “I want you to come again,” I murmur, running my tongue slowly down the inside of her thigh until I hit the soft, wet center of her.
Her hands find my shoulders and dig in, trying to pry me loose. “What about you?” Even as she says it, her hips lift on their own, pushing herself against my mouth, rocking against the pressure of it between her thighs.
What about me?
Seriously, I’m so fucking high off the taste of her, someone’s going to have to scrape me off the goddamned ceiling. It’s addictive and dangerous, the feel of her against my tongue. The taste of her in my mouth. But then, she’s always been those things to me.
Addictive and dangerous.
“I want…” Coasting my tongue up her wet, quivering slit, nipped her pussy lips with my teeth along the way. I find her clit, circling it with the tip while she shudders and bucks, threatening to come undone with each stroke I give her. “I want you to come in my mouth,” I say between strokes. “Yes or no?”
“Yes.”
Closing my mouth over her engorged clit, I start to suck—hard, relentless pulls that send her flying. Shifting my shoulders, I slip two fingers past her entrance, stroking her deep, while I suck her off.
Her fingers wrap themselves in my hair, pulling hard enough to loosen it at the roots and I growl against her, the sting of it shooting down my neck and spine to wrap around my throbbing cock.
“Conner.” She moans my name, her hips coming off the floor, begging for more. I slide my arm under ass, lifting her even further. Burying myself even deeper. Fucking her with my mouth. My fingers. I have to grind my hips into the floor, smother my throbbing cock to keep it in check.
And then she’s coming again, my mouth flooded with the taste of her, her hips bucking against my grip. Her hands in my hair, alternating between trying to push me away and pull me even closer while her pussy quivers and shakes under my mouth.
