Broken Dreams(222)

“God, love. You’re so fucking amazing.” He kissed my hips and thighs, tracing his tongue around my tiny swollen bud. I gasped as he assaulted my body. He groaned, knowing that I was close. He dipped his fingers in, teasing me. He would get me right to the edge, and then he would stop.

“Henry…”

“Tell me what you want.” I could barely speak. My breath kept hitching every time his tongue brushed against me. “Come on, love. Tell me.”

“You. All of you.” He flipped me over so I was on my hands and knees, and with precise movements, he placed one hand around on my front, sat back on his knees, bringing me with him. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto him.

“Oh, fuck, you feel so good.” His voice was gritty as he suckled on my ear lobe. He was in deep, and he slowly pulled and pushed my hips over him, making me climb closer and closer to the edge with every stroke. He wrapped his arm around my waist and continued the assault on my front side while he rocked me up and down.

I was seconds from exploding and feared he wouldn’t let me release again. He knew exactly where I was. He firmly gripped my sides, holding me still. He began slamming himself into me. I lost it. I yelled out and I spilled myself onto him. He groaned in approval and continued to hold me firm, keeping myself wrapped around him entirely, moaning each time I pulsed. He pulled out and spun me around.

“Finish me.” I looked up as I kneeled before him. He was breathless as he pleaded for me to treat him. “Please.” He stood up and leaned back on the wall of the barn. I did as he asked and, seconds later, he let go. He grabbed my head, forcing me to stop moving. He held his breath and bit his lower lip. Then the sounds that came from him were gritty and deep. His whole body trembled as he rocked into my mouth a few more times, milking himself dry.

I sat back as Henry pushed his head against the wall, trying to catch his breath. I stood up and leaned against him, stroking his face. I brushed my lips across his. He opened his eyes and he gazed into mine.

“Love…that was absolutely, fucking brilliant.”

“Anything for my Henry.” I started kissing him again, and he smirked.

“We should probably get dressed before someone realizes we’re MIA.” Just as we were putting on our shoes, we heard Nick calling our names from outside the barn doors.

“Lainy! Henry!” Henry laughed a little. How was that for timing?

“Be right there!” I yelled down. Nick walked into the barn as I descended the ladder, Henry following right after me.

“What were you doing up there?” I blushed and looked away. “Oh, right.” He glared at Henry, who had a satisfied smirk on his face. “What’s with you two? God. Exhibitionists or something? Anyone of us could have gone up there and seen god knows what!” Henry laughed. “You seem to forget that’s my baby sister.” Nick was a little miffed.

“You seem to forget that we’re getting married, and I practically lived at her flat. It wasn’t me that took her innocence.” Henry glared at Nick.

“Like you and Claire aren’t on each other all of the time.” I crossed my arms in front of my chest. How dare he judge us!

“Actually, right now, we aren’t. She has been too tired and nauseous. My shit’s all up in a knot. And why am I discussing this with you?”

So sad for him, I thought, as I rolled my eyes. “You started it. And yes, you can stop at any time,” I said with an annoyed tone.

“Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that Justin is going with us. He and Rosa had it out pretty good. She ended up walking away from him and slamming her door in his face. It was a little awkward to witness. Kind of like when you two fight in front of everyone.” I rolled my eyes. Wait…were Henry and I that bad?

“Alright, let me get some stuff packed up, and we’ll head out in a few.” Henry took my hand and we walked back to the house. He guided me to the couch and had me sit down. He knew that I would have a meltdown if I watched him pack up.

Justin approached Henry with caution. “Did Nick tell you that I’m going with you?”

Henry looked up at him. “Yes. Have you fired a gun before?”

“Yeah. I used to go hunting with my dad.”

“Oh, yeah? Were you any good?”

“I think so. I used to use a thirty-thirty pump. Got a few good sized bucks.”

“Brilliant! You handled the recoil well?”

“Yeah.”

Henry fist bumped Justin. “Alright then.” Henry grabbed another rifle out of his cache. He handed Justin some of the supplies he wanted to take, and told him to start loading the truck. He was more than willing to help out.