Choosing Henley(28)

“Would you like something to drink?” he asks from beside me, his voice gruff.

“Sure.” I follow him into the kitchen.

I lean against the large, marble island as he rummages through the fridge, finally pulling out two Budweiser bottles. He pops the tops, handing me mine before taking a long pull of his own beer. My throat goes dry as I watch the muscles in his throat work when he swallows. Fuck me, he’s hot. I’m so turned on that I have to press my legs together as he drinks his beer. The fact that he just gave me an orgasm minutes ago is not helping my need whatsoever.

Suddenly feeling very thirsty, I put the bottle to my lips and close my eyes as the smooth flavour pours into my mouth. When I open my eyes, he’s staring at me, not hiding the need in his gaze.

“I’m hungry,” he says, placing his beer down on the counter next to him.

“We just had dinner,” I tease, taking another sip of my cool drink. It’s doing nothing to lessen the fever touching my skin.

He moves from where he was so that he’s now standing in front of me. After taking my beer from my hand and sitting it down on the island, he reaches for the hem of my dress. “I’m not hungry for that, baby. I want to taste you,” he whispers, nipping at my bottom lip. He runs his rough hands up my arms, moving them so I’m holding each of them above my head. “Stay like that,” he demands. His fingers tease the hemline of my dress again, making me whimper. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you, Lennon?”

I nod my head and bite down on my bottom lip. I don’t think I’ve ever been this ready in my entire life.

He finally grabs fistfuls of my dress and drags it up over my head, leaving it tangled around my wrists. He holds my arms in place with one hand while the other palms my heavy breast. “I’ve wanted to see these for so long.” He groans in appreciation as he takes in my bare chest for the first time. Then he moves his hand downward, cupping my ass and lifting me to sit on the island in front of him. “Lie down and keep your hands above your head,” he orders gruffly.

I’m eager to obey him, desperate for his touch where I need it. “Please,” I whimper as I lie down on the cool marble, a contrast to my burning skin.

He spreads my legs with his hands, bending down to rub his nose along the middle of my panties. “I can smell how much you want me,” he growls, hooking his fingers into the sides of the flimsy material before pulling them down over my legs.

“Touch me,” I beg, gripping the edge of the counter with my bound wrists.

He picks up my right leg, draping it over his shoulder before doing the same with the other. I’m on display for him and he loves it. “I’m going to touch you everywhere beautiful. I’m going to lick, suck, and fuck you until the only lover you can remember is me.” Then he spreads my folds apart with his fingers, dips his tongue inside me, and tastes his way up to my clit. “You taste fucking amazing, Lennon.” He bites down on my clit, my hips bucking off the counter. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever had in my mouth, baby, and I want to eat a whole lot more.”

“Oh fuck!” I shout as he plunges two fingers inside my tight heat, fucking me with his hand as he teases my clit with his mouth. My body rebels again, writhing around on the counter. He moves his other arm across my stomach and presses me down into the counter. I can barely move with my hands tied together with my dress and his arm keeping me pinned down. It’s only making all the sensations stronger.

“So. Tight,” he groans between licks, hooking his fingers inside me to hit that sweet spot over and over again.

“I’m so close, Jami. Please,” I beg, my body squirming on the cool countertop.

He increases his relentless pace, and less than a minute later, an orgasm rips through my body, knocking the wind completely out of me.

I’m still lying there, sprawled naked on his kitchen counter, when he stands, licking his lips. “So fucking sweet,” he murmurs before leaning his fully clothed body over mine, removing the dress from my bound wrists.

“So good,” I moan, closing my eyes again. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my entire life.

He wraps my legs around his waist, pulling my bare chest against his T-shirt. My hard nipples rub against the material of his shirt and my moan is cut off when his mouth devours mine. The kiss is hard and desperate, both of us trying harder to deepen it further. I taste myself on him and it’s incredibly erotic. Our kissing becomes more passionate. I can feel my lips bruising from the force of our mouths against one another. I’m shamelessly grinding myself all over his jeans, the friction sparking another orgasm on the horizon. He tugs my hair, moving my head to allow him access to my neck. He nips just under my chin as he reaches up to palm one of my breasts before sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.