Choosing Henley(37)

He raises his eyebrows at me. “Told you so.”

I finish chewing and swallow. “You made this?!”

“Don’t sound so shocked.” He laughs. “I told you on Christmas Eve that I made the best rhubarb pie in town, so I made it for you tonight.”

My brows furrow together at the memory of who he was with that night and I hear him chuckle.

“You’re jealous,” he teases.

“I am not!” I rush out defensively, only further proving his point.

“Beatle…” he says. “You wear your emotions all over your face, and right now, your face says, ‘I’d cut a bitch.’” He motions with his fork towards me.

“I do not!” I glare at him.

After he finishes his slice, he stalks around the counter to stand beside me, not even bothering to hide the fact that he’s rock hard again. It’s a good thing the counter was hiding his erection for the last twenty minutes or I’m not sure I’d have been able to focus long enough to eat my pie.

He leans down, licking the seam of my lips. “I like that you’re jealous.” He grins and I smack him in the arm. “’Cause I’m jealous of every man who’s ever looked at you.”

Well there goes any and all fight I had left in me. I don’t even bother trying not to enjoy the fact that he’s incredibly possessive because it’s kind of hot. Okay, it’s a lot hot. There’s something so domestic in the way our day has been. Shopping together, cooking together, and eating pie butt naked in his kitchen together.

He spins the stool so I’m fully facing him now and bends over to kiss me softly on the lips. Then he moves his mouth to trace the shell of my ear with his tongue. “I like you naked in my kitchen too,” he whispers, and I feel his cock brush up against my knees, so I spread my legs, wrapping them around him again.

I rake my nails up his muscular arms. “It’s not our first time anymore. Does that mean you’ll fuck me in the kitchen?”

He grips my hips hard, pulling me against him. The quick movement sends the stool crashing to the floor as he sets me down on the counter.

“I’m going to fuck you all over this house,” he growls.

I can feel his cock rubbing over the lips of my pussy as I grind myself against him. “Condom?” I ask.

“Are you on birth control?” he questions, running a hand up to cup my breast.

“Yes,” I pant. “Are you…” I trail off, not sure how to ask if he’s clean. It wouldn’t shock me to find out that Barbie was a total skank.

“I’m clean. I’ve never had sex with anyone without a condom before and I get checked regularly,” he offers before biting down on my shoulder.

“Ahhh,” I cry out in response.

“Have you?” He asks.

“Have I?” I repeat after him, dazed.

“Have you slept with anyone without a condom?” he clarifies, and I shake my head.

“No. I haven’t been with anyone since you, and I just had an appointment last month. I’m fine,” I reply, short of breath.

“I want to fuck you bare,” he states gripping his cock and teasing my entrance with the tip.

“Yes,” I say, giving permission as he continues to dip the top of his beautiful dick into my pussy and then pull it out again. “But please don’t fucking torture me anymore!” I shout, digging my nails into his back.

He slams into me and I moan. “Fuck,” he hisses. “So fucking tight, Lennon.” He starts thrusting slowly as my pussy stretches to take all of him.

“Harder,” I whimper.

He pushes me back so I’m lying down on the counter and grips my hips. I’m almost certain he’ll leave a bruise there but I don’t care. He starts slamming into me so hard that I have to grab the edge of the counter to keep from moving every time he bottoms out inside me. The only sounds in the entire house are our ragged breathing and the sound of his balls slapping against my ass.

He looks down, watching himself fuck me, and it’s so fucking hot. Everything about him screams sexuality. His dark hair is messy and his lips are swollen from our kissing. The muscles under his tattoos dance as he thrusts himself in and out of me with abandon. I buck off the counter, feeling an orgasm within reach. He must know that I’m close because he reaches between us, pinching my clit between his fingers.

“Jami!” I scream out as I come.

He thrusts a few more times before I feel his throbbing cock empty its seed inside me. Then he pulls me back up, wrapping his arms around my waist, and tucks his head into my neck.

“I’ll never get enough of that. Of you,” he whispers into my ear. “You’re mine, Lennon. I won’t let you walk away from me again.”