Broken Dreams(91)

He pounded into me furiously, and I lost it. I wrapped my legs around his body and cried out as waves of great pleasure crashed over me. My core exploded, soaking the both of us.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Scream for me!” I obliged.

Then I demanded something that I had never demanded before. “Henry…pound me harder!” He wasn’t going to argue. I wanted to ride out the last seconds, enjoying his power. Then I clamped my muscles down on his thickness. He growled again, in a sexy way. I planned to milk him dry.

“Shit, love. Holy shhhiiit.” A deep throaty groan escaped his body. He rolled his beautiful eyes and popped his hips into me a couple more times until he fell on top of me, covering me like a blanket. I felt I had accomplished my mission. I wrapped my arms around his chilled, muscular body while he caught his breath.

He slowly pulled out, being careful that his juices stayed in the condom. He reached over and tossed it in the trash can next to my nightstand as he rolled off of me. I laid on my side, facing him.

“Hands down, best sex of my life.” He looked so calm and relaxed. He lazily laid his arm across my waist. I was shyly smiling at him. “For real. I’m not joking. That was crazy good. I hope I pleased you.” He pulled me closer and gave me a nice kiss.

“You’re just saying that. You probably say that to every woman you bed. And, yes, you got me good.”

He smiled with pride. “I’ve had my fair share of shitty sex with women who lay there and do nothing or barely moan. I mean, how am I supposed to know if I am working her over correctly if I don’t get a response? I’m telling you, love, no words can describe what we just did. Fucking amazing.” Again with the “love” thing.

I liked him saying that because it made me feel good. I smiled at his beautiful, slightly bruised face. “I have to admit it was pretty spectacular. That’s the first time that I’ve come twice in one session.” He grinned with pride again, and kissed me.

Oh, god, he was so sexy. I would’ve had him again right at that moment if he wanted to.

“You going to stay the night, or are you running away for good?” I kind of surprised myself. I wanted him close to me all night long, even though I knew nothing about him. For all I knew, he could’ve been a serial killer.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He ran his hand through my hair and kissed me on the forehead. “I would like to stay, but only if you want me to. I don’t work weekends so I’m available for a slumber party.” He smiled and winked.

My body started buzzing again. I could only imagine what staying in bed with him for a couple days straight would be like.

“Well, lucky for you,” I tapped him on the nose, “I just got fired from my job, and I’m free until…whenever.”

He laughed. “Looks like I get to hold you all night and some of the morning then.” We snuggled up closely under the covers together, and we may or may not have gone for round two in the middle of the night.



***



I woke up to Henry playing with my hair. I groaned and stirred under his touch. “Good morning, my love,” he rasped. I smiled at him.

“Morning.” I sat up and kissed his amazing lips. “Did you sleep well?”

“Considering that I don’t sleep much to begin with, the sleep that I did get was amazing, but it was because I was next to you.”

“You are such a charmer.” He smirked. He knew what he was doing to me, and I didn’t mind falling for his tricks. “I think I’m going to go start some coffee.”

“Sounds great. Mind if I hit up your shower?”

“Go for it.” I got up and heard him groan as I walked out of the bedroom in my birthday suit. I couldn’t believe that I did that. It was so out of character for me. There was just something about him. He already had a hold over me, after only forty-eight hours of knowing him. He was already a drug to me.

When I got back to the bedroom, he was in the shower. I knocked on the door and asked if I could come in. “Of course,” he said.

I pulled back the shower curtain, and he was already rock hard. “Sorry. Seeing you strutting off like that… You’re so damn sexy.” I smiled and stepped into the shower. After I pulled the curtain closed, I dropped to my knees. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered. I took him into my mouth, and he grabbed on to the curtain rod, holding on for dear life. He cursed into a moan. I wanted to please him, much like he did me, and I was pretty sure that I succeeded.



-November 2014-



“Earth to Elaina…”

“Huh?” Suddenly, I realized I was deep in thought. I hoped I hadn’t made any moaning sounds while thinking about that stellar night.