I melted into him, loving the heat of his touch against my skin. His mouth on the delicate skin of my breast was gentle and loving, yet sending tremors of electric want straight down my spine. I arched my back, giving him more to take.
He lifted my skirt, his hands sliding up along my thighs until he came to my waist. Today, I'd made sure to wear something sexy. A tiny pair of white lace panties. I bit my lip and looked up at him.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he asked, his eyes dark and dangerous with desire.
"Show me," I replied.
I reached for my skirt, holding it up for him to do what he liked. He ran the pad of his finger of the tiny sliver of white lace. At the bottom of his tracing, he caught the fabric and moved it to the side. He touched me then, groaning out my name as he found me ready for him.
I rocked against him, needing more. So much more. I whimpered and looked pointedly at his bulging pants. He dug into his pocket and handed me the condom while he quickly tore off his belt. He threw his pants and boxers to the side, leaving him standing before me at full mast with just a dress shirt on.
Good lord was it the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
He stepped forward, pressing his mouth to mine like he couldn't wait a second longer to kiss me. I rocked my hips to the edge of the counter, fumbling with the small foil packet.
"Here," he whispered taking it from me and taking over.
He grabbed my panties and scooted them to the side, our eyes locked as he paused. I trembled, wanting this moment to never end and needing it to at the same time. He kissed me, sucking on my lower lip and sliding his tongue to mine like it was supposed to be.
He slid in deeply and my breath caught. His did too, the sensation almost too much to handle. Our eyes met again and I lost myself to the ocean blue. How did he have an entire world in his eyes meant just for me?
He rocked his hips, filling me to the brim and then some. I cried out his name, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He gripped the counter like it was the only thing keeping him from falling away from me.
"More," I whispered. I didn't care how, but I needed more of him. All of him.
He kissed the pulse at the base of my throat, rocking his hips to a slow steady rhythm. Every thrust, every movement went straight to my soul.
"Aria," he whispered, his voice low and thick. The sound of it made my temperature skyrocket and I rocked hard into him.
"Henry." The sound of his name made him look at me, and I could see all the longing and so much more in his eyes. The depth terrified and excited me that this was so much more than I ever thought possible.
He tugged at my skirt. "This needs to go," he whispered.
I slid down off the counter and slithered out of the dress. I took the panties off as well, and he watched them go with a smile.
He grabbed my hips and put me right back up on the counter. It was cold this time without the barrier of my dress, but he was back inside of me before I had a chance to even think about it.
My hands tangled in his hair as his roamed my body. His touch left smolders of desire along my skin, like little embers of need that I could never put out. I wanted him everywhere. He nipped at my shoulder, his mouth hot and greedy for my skin.
My back arched, finally close to release as he continued to slam into me, making me his own. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling me onto him over and over. I was so close, I closed my eyes and focused on moving my body with his to find my sweet release.
He sensed it, and ran his thumb over my sweet spot, sending me into an explosion of his making. His name spilled from my lips as I lost control and flew over the edge.
He tried to hold back, to stay strong, but he came with me, calling my name as he followed me into perfection. I felt him swell and swirl with me in the glorious colors of pleasure. My body vibrated with his, our forms connected eternally.
I loved the way he tightened and stilled, his pleasure mixing with mine to create something even better than what we could achieve on our own.
Panting, I held onto him, never wanting him to leave. His hand stroked my back, slow and smooth as our hearts pounded against one another. I looked up to see him smile at me and I knew that my heart was his.
Chapter 18
"Dessert?" Henry asked.
"What? That wasn't sweet enough for you?" I teased.
He caught me in his arms, pulling me into him for yet another kiss. I sighed with contentment. I could never have too many kisses.
"I have something for you," he said. I felt his arms tense just slightly and he smiled even though the muscle in his jaw tightened. He was nervous about something.
"Okay." I smiled. "Can I put my clothes on or do you want me naked for it?"
He looked down at my bare skin pressing into his. "Clothes. I may not make it if you don't."
I grinned, feeling sexy as sin. Even though he'd just had me, he wanted me again. There was no sexier feeling than to know that once wasn't enough.
I went to my closet and pulled on a long, soft t-shirt and some comfy running shorts. It wasn't supposed to be sexy, but comfortable.
"That's what you're wearing?" Henry asked, standing there my main room in nothing but his boxer shorts and a smile.
"Is there something wrong with it?" I asked, looking down and checking for holes or stains.
"Just that you look edible." His eyes went up and down my body and his pupils dilated. "It's not fair that you do this to me."
I giggled and kissed his cheek. "You do the same to me, so turnabout is fair play." I gave his boxer pant leg a gentle tug, revealing the curve of his hipbone. I'd meant the gesture to be playful, but seeing the masculine edges of his body heated my internal temperature several degrees.
He winked as he tugged the other side down to match and I swatted him gently on the shoulder.
"You said something about dessert," I said, going into the kitchen and opening up my dish cabinet. "Do we need plates or bowls?"
"Neither," he replied. He walked over to the canvas bag and pulled something out. "No dishes this way."
I grinned and followed him over to the table. He set down a small bakery box and two forks before pulling out my chair for me like a gentleman. I had to laugh as I was in pajamas and he was wearing nothing but boxers, yet he was acting like we were at a fancy dinner party.
I giggled as I sat down. He opened up the box to reveal a small round cake with lovely white icing.
"It's beautiful," I told him.
"It's a Paradisa chocolate cake," he explained. "I found this little bakery nearby that specializes in Paradisian desserts. This is as good as the stuff we get at home."
He handed me a fork before taking one himself.
Carefully, I reached out and cut into the white icing. It melted under the pressure of my fork, giving way to a dark chocolate cake center. Henry watched as I brought the cake to my mouth, obviously wanting to see what I thought of it.
The icing was a cream cheese vanilla that blended with the rich texture of the chocolate cake. I'd never tasted cake so rich and moist. There were small pieces of milk chocolate baked into the cake that melted as they hit my tongue.
"Wow," I said, closing my eyes and focusing on the delicious chocolate and vanilla explosion in my mouth. "This is amazing."
Henry smiled with pride as he took a bite and nodded. "Just like home."
"If this is how you eat in Paradisa, I'm going to need to be on a serious diet." I took another bite, finding it just as rich and creamy as the first. "How do people not weigh a million pounds with food like this?"
"We play rugby," Henry replied with a chuckle. "And this is usually saved for special occasions. It's not an everyday treat."
I took another bite and let the flavors melt on my tongue. I peeked open one eye to look at him smiling at my enjoyment. "Thank you for sharing this with me," I told him, my mouth full of cake.
"It's my pleasure," he replied. He played with his fork, not really taking another bite, but not setting it down either.
"You said this cake is for special occasions?" I asked. He nodded. He was still nervous about something. He hid it well, but I knew him well enough now that I could see it written all over his face. "I know that a date with me is pretty amazing and definitely qualifies as a reason to have cake, but is there another reason you brought this?"
He set his fork down and focused his blue eyes on me.
"Have you ever heard of the Paradisa Ball?" he asked.
I swallowed my bite of cake. "Um, a little. It's a major national holiday in Paradisa. Everyone wears a mask for the day and you dress up as royalty. I always thought it sounded like a fancier Halloween."
"A little. Not near as much candy." He nodded. "There's usually lots of parties and masquerade balls. The dressing up is important. Do you want to hear the story of why we do this?"