How dependable.
How good he was.
The hand around my waist started to slide lower, until it was hitching up the short hem of my dress, pulling it higher so he could slip his hand into the tiny piece of lace lingerie that covered the one thing I wanted him to devour the most. The moment his finger slid through my wet pussy, I sucked in a sharp jolt of air, the contact almost too much before he’d even started.
“Jesus,” he whispered. “You’re drenched.”
I moaned again, my body twitching in his grip as those jolts of pleasure started to spread out in every direction.
“And so fucking sensitive. So reactive.” He ran his finger back and forth over my swollen clit, making wave after wave of indescribable pleasure wash over me.
“Please,” I managed to moan before I began to roll my hips, begging for more.
“Your manners aren’t needed here. Tell me what you want.”
“You already know.” He did. Henry didn’t need any cues when it came to me, and he never had.
Within moments, he slid his finger into my pussy, pushing it in deep, holding me against him in a tight grip as I rose on my tiptoes, pressing my entire weight into his body.
“Open those angel eyes for me, Phoebe,” he ordered in my ear before he nipped it between his teeth, creating goosebumps on top of goosebumps. “See where you are while I make you come on my fingers. Imagine how beautiful my view is with you about to explode in my arms.”
Blinking furiously, I looked out at the cool night sky, at the calm ocean creating the perfect soundtrack of soothing waves, at the moon on the horizon watching the scandal play out in front of it.
It was almost sensory overload.
He was everywhere all at once. In my pussy, at my chest, in my head… and then he pressed those incredible lips of his against the pulse point in my neck and kissed me.
In that moment, I was done for, lost to every sensation that tore through my body.
When his finger began to work inside me at a pace I could barely stand, I began to see stars, too. My entire body turned rigid, my mouth in the shape of an “O” as I rode the climb of my orgasm, getting ready for the fall, and with one final brush of his thumb over my clit, I came undone in his strong arms, falling against him, knowing without a doubt that he’d be ready and waiting to catch me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Henry
We were both panting when I caught her, her body limp and her eyes closed as she tried to even out her breathing.
I hadn’t even been touched and I could already class that as one of the most sexually satisfying moments of my life. Knowing she trusted me, watching her come undone so easily, knowing how receptive she’d been to every caress…
Fuck, I could only imagine how good sex between us would be.
The thought had my dick straining against my boxers, begging for a release of its own.
For now, though, Phoebe was my main priority, so I picked her up again, walked her a few steps back from the waves I wasn’t sure she’d even noticed lapping at her feet, and I dropped to my knees to lay her overheated body down on the cool sand. She let me do with her what I wanted, as though she trusted me completely, and she stared into my eyes as I laid on my side beside her, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her face.
Neither of us said anything for a few moments, but then a soft, satisfied smile came to life on her face. “I was just thinking…”
“About?”
“If the others could see us now.” She chuckled, her chest bouncing with ease.
The sight of her happiness shouldn’t have mattered as much as it did. “Please. Don’t bring them into it. I was enjoying this until then.”
“You were?” Her smile grew. “But I haven’t even repaid the favour yet.”
“I give because I enjoy it, not to receive.” I brought a finger up to her exposed chest and drew lazy patterns over it, relishing the feel of her deliciously soft skin. “All that matters to me is that you enjoyed what just happened as much as I did.”
“Does this smile of mine not tell youanything?”
