She knew. She just didn’t want to accept thatitwas happening six feet away. Even twenty feet away were too few.
A small brush against her shoulder interrupted her long blink.
Henry was mouthing something at her. But instead of being able to read his lips this time, she could only focus on those gentle lips. Lips that had shared silly secrets, notable achievements, and trivial details about his day. Best friend lips, they were. And they were mouthing something again.
Didn’t he realize what he was doing to her? She wanted to scowl at him. Perhaps she had scowled at him because he was leaning down to whisper into her ear whatever he had been trying to say.
“Are you all right?” The words…formed a question he had asked her innumerable times over the years, and yet now they branded her. This time he was so close. His breath was soft and warm. No, that’s how a whisper should have felt. But this one was harsh and hot. It was searing through her. Inch by smoldering inch. And then she was smoking. She was pretty sure of that fact because something was seeping out of her core.
She had been all right, or close enough to it, a moment ago. But now…now she was melting wax.
She was definitelynotall right. Not even half all right. So she shook her head. Afraid to speak. Afraid to move her tongue. Truthfully, that was her biggest fear at this point. Her tongue. It was restless and she had no idea why. How could she answer him?No, I’m not all right. I’m being deliciously tormented by my hopes and dreams. They are literally touching me, in so many good ways right now, yet they are still out of reach.
Well, it was that…or, what? What were her options? She shook her head again.
He leaned down to scorch her for a second time. “It’ll be over soon. I promise.” She could feel him smiling. Was he amused? She didn’t care. She focused only on his words.
She wanted to trust him. But…she almost didn’t want him to be right.
***
HENRY WASN’T SURE IF he wanted to be right or wrong about his promise. On the one hand, he didn’t want to be made out to be a liar. On the other hand, well, his other hand was nicely tucked against Philomena’s rib cage. And he couldn’t say he was disappointed about that. In fact, he really only had nice things to say about it.
Really nice things.
And he wanted to whisper some of those really nice things into Philomena’s ear again because when he did, his nose brushed against her cheek. And that was another thing he had really nice things to say about.
“You smell good.” Those were the nice words that popped out first. His chest was pressed against her buxomness. When she heard the words, her sharp intake of breath dragged her heavy bosom up and down his chest, and he could feel her pebbled nipples digging into him. The sensation flared straight to his groin.
Her breathing sped up, and so did the gentle friction against his own nipples. And with each rapid breath, he was rapidly losing his sense of logic. Logic may as well have been a coin from a country that he had yet to find.
“You feel good, too.” Those were the next nice words out of his mouth. Though one could surely argue their niceness on a spectrum of nice and naughty.
“Henry.” His name swelled from her lips.
He had never wished to be staring at her lips more than at that moment, but currently his lips were attached to her ear.
“Henry,” she moaned again.
“Shh …” He didn’t want to quiet her. He wanted…well, he kind of wanted to hear how loud he could get her to be.
But the third time she moaned his name, “Henry,” was a plea.
He couldn’t deny her request. He pressed his throbbing member against her core. When he did so, she lifted her chin and arched her breasts up into the air. By that point, he had to see what he had been missing. And the reward was magnificent. Lifting his head, he found her creamy white mounds pushed into the air, straining at the bodice.
He groaned. “You look so good.”
Her hands gripped his flexed forearms. He wanted them higher. And lower. He couldn’t decide. Everywhere was enough.
The couple in the library were moaning together. The woman let out a squeal. “Harder,” she hissed. Then she commanded, “Deeper. I need you deeper. Uhh…”
The couple’s panting was driving Henry insane. He couldn’t be sure what it was doing to Philomena, but her body was giving him some indication.
He nudged his nose against the top of her bodice, and he felt her tremble. He licked across one delectable white mound and then the other.
“You taste too good, Philomena.”
“Then…keep…licking.” Her panting aroused him further.
