Chapter 41
Ophelia
After sleeping off the magical hangover that drained all my energy, I was left with a jumpy alertness that didn’t know what to do or where to go. Eating the food that Henry was kind enough to bring wasn’t sufficient; it almost felt like I needed to run laps around the house, otherwise I would never be able to lie down again. And with him sitting there across the room, looking good enough to have for dessert...
It felt a little disreputable or at least inappropriate to crave sex after the awful day, and with what happened to Silas still lingering, but my body wanted him with an urgency that only seemed matched by how much he wanted me. I hardly had to waggle my eyebrows at him and he’d carried me into the bathroom and managed to lose all his clothes as he went.
He kissed me until it felt like my lips would bruise, and barely paused to turn on the water before he started tearing at my clothes, too. His mouth left a heated trail down my throat and I held on to his shoulders as he knelt to pull my jeans off and throw them through the half-open door. I worked my hands into his hair and closed my eyes as I gripped the towel bar for balance as his hands and mouth paused to take advantage of their proximity to my thighs.
He breathed against my stomach and worked his fingers between my thighs until I moved my feet apart. My fingers dug into his scalp and my head fell back against the wall as his mouth found my slit. He gripped my ass until I tilted my hips and gave him more room. I could hardly breathe as the room filled with steam and all of my energy went into staying on my feet as he feasted on me and sent lightning through every inch of me. My toes curled and my voice pitched high as I whispered, “This feels wrong.”
“I beg your pardon?” Henry gave me a dark look as he kept caressing my thighs.
“Not that,” I said, my whole face burning with embarrassment. He grumbled and nipped at a particularly sensitive spot and I went up on my toes with a gasp. “You should definitely keep doing…that.”
When he did, I nearly lost my train of thought completely. I moved against his mouth as Henry held me close and sucked hard against the bead of nerves that made me groan in anticipation. A rising tide of sheer need started at my toes and built with each nibble and hard wave of suction. “I meant... Oh my. Just… Right there. I meant having sex. After today. And what happened with…oh.”
I dug my fingers into his scalp and held him tight as I arched and moved to meet the clever press of his fingers as he finally slid inside me. Sparks ignited behind my eyes.
Henry broke away for a moment, though he kept thrusting his fingers deep into me and curling them, searching for the spot that had me whining and bouncing and trying desperately to get there. “Nope. Sex is good. Sex is life. Sex means we won. Best way to celebrate a victory, witch. Now stop messing around and come all over my face.”
My knees failed as the tidal wave carried me away and all of me tightened up the moment his tongue found its target once more. It was a damn good thing he caught my hips and kept me from passing all the way out, otherwise I would have ended up on the floor. I hardly even remembered to breathe.
Henry chuckled as he kissed his way back up to my breasts and then my throat, murmuring, “It’s good to know you do what I say sometimes.”
“Only if it’s what I was already planning to do,” I breathed, my eyes still closed. I managed to wrap my arms around him so he could pick me up and move us into the shower. “So don’t think you can use your powers for evil.”
“Never.”
I braced myself against the slippery tile and managed to stand on my own as a few ripples of ecstasy ran through me when the hot water bounced off my already sensitive skin. Henry picked up a loofah and enthusiastically dumped body wash on it, creating an absolutely ridiculous amount of suds, and started soaping me down with just as much energy. I just had to stand there, trying not to laugh or moan, as he seemed to enjoy it even more than I did.
Eventually I managed to get my head together enough to start touching him, which was even more delicious when he was slippery with soap and the steamy confines of the shower made everything close and intense. Henry growled as my fingers worked over his shoulders and chest and down his abs, and my hand found the heavy heat of his cock where it pressed against my stomach. I stroked him slowly, watching Henry’s face, and loved the way the muscles in his jaw jumped and the tendons stood out in his throat as he struggled to stay still.
I wanted to torment him just a little, just to see how far I could push his control, and let the water run all the soap off him before I bent to swipe my tongue over the head of his cock. Henry groaned in a guttural tone that made my insides clench. I smiled to myself and eased down to my knees so I wouldn’t throw out my back by leaning over him. That wasn’t sexy at all, not in a slippery shower.
Henry braced a hand on each end of the shower, his head tilted back into the spray of the showerhead. “Babe, you don’t have to...”
“I want to,” I murmured, taking him in hand once more. I loved watching him, seeing the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed, watching his abs tighten and jump as my hand pumped along his length. It was like holding steel covered in velvet, and every inch of it was mine to explore, to taste.
I took my time, enjoying every moment, and slowly sealed my lips around the head of his cock. He was too big to take all of his length, but I did my best to swallow enough that Henry groaned and one hand gently rested on my head. He panted and adjusted his stance. I moved a little slower, though I tightened my grip and dragged my palm along his cock. I sucked the head and teased all up and down his length, running my nails down his thighs and abs occasionally, and as his hips started to move in short jerks against my hand, Henry muttered, “One-twelve.”
I cracked an eye open to check his expression. What the hell did “one-twelve” mean?
A more successful attempt at swallowing his length drew another guttural groan, following quickly by a murmured, “One-nineteen. One-twenty-six. One-thirty-three. Oh God.”
I licked around the crown, then retreated so I could ask, “Are you… What are you doing?”
His fingers worked into my hair and encouraged me to continue the torment. “Counting…by…sevens. Trying to make it last. Isn’t…working.”
I wanted to laugh but didn’t have breath or much concentration left, and instead did my best to interrupt his counting completely. Henry groaned and cursed and his hips jerked as he kept trying to count and still pull me closer at the same time. My hand slid down between my thighs as my own need rose up again. Something about having him right there in my hands, at my mercy...
My thighs clenched together and I moaned a little myself. It pushed Henry over the edge. He glanced down at what I was doing, cursed in a reverent kind of voice, and groaned as his head tilted back. I pulled away just before he spent and maneuvered to my feet. I grabbed his hand and put it exactly where I wanted to feel his strong fingers, and kept stroking his cock as his hips pumped. He growled and abruptly pinned me against the cool tile wall, his forehead against mine as he jerked and came all over my stomach and his fingers surged between my thighs. I went up on my toes and cried out as another climax crept up on me, unleashed by the rough pad of his thumb.
We both quaked and panted as the shower spray started to cool, unable to move. I didn’t think my knees would have held me if not for his weight keeping me upright. I closed my eyes and listened to his heart pound. My fingers trailed up the back of his neck as Henry grumbled and turned off the shower, though he didn’t seem inclined to move. I kissed his shoulder, loving the heat of his skin against mine. “Where’d you lose count?”
“Can’t even remember,” he said.
I smiled. “Guess you’ll have to start over?”
