Choosing Henley(44)

“I didn’t get to taste you before,” he growls between kisses, referring to our post-dance sex. It was frantic and wickedly hot.

He tightens his grip in my hair, tugging my mouth away from his. I’m panting, my full chest bouncing as I struggle to breathe.

“Sit on the edge of the coffee table,” he tells me, nodding towards the large trunk a few feet away from us.

When he lets go of me as I stand slowly, I instantly miss the feel of his perfect cock rubbing between my folds. Once I sit down on the edge of the heavy table, he stands, stalking over before dropping to his knees in front of me.

“Bring your ass to the edge, Lennon,” he demands.

I must not be moving fast enough because he grips me under the ass, hauling my waist towards him. Grabbing the sides of the trunk, I brace myself, only half my ass now resting on the surface. Jamie grabs my knees with each of his hands, spreading my legs wide. The coffee table is a little higher than most, leaving my bare pussy directly in his line of vision as he kneels before me. His left arm slides down my leg, gripping me around the ankle as he puts it over his shoulder. Then he looks down, devouring my wet heat with his eyes, and I whimper.

“I want to thank you for opening up to me tonight, Lennon,” he tells me, licking his lips. He trails the index finger of his right hand down my thigh before draping my leg over his other shoulder.

“Please,” I beg him out loud, barely recognizing the tone in my own voice—it’s so altered by want. He’s not actually touching me anywhere yet and the anticipation is like its very own form of torture.

He tears his gaze away from my pussy to look at me. “This is about you. Tell me what you want, Lennon.” The lust in his eyes challenges me.

I moan again, writhing desperately on top of the table. “I want your mouth on me,” I say, staring back into his eyes. “Now.”

“What my baby wants, my baby gets,” is the last thing I hear him say before he sucks my clit into his mouth.

“Ahhhh!” I cry out, watching his dark head move between my thighs.

He teases me, languidly licking my folds and nibbling on my clit but never going inside me. I want nothing more than to grab his fingers in my hair and shove his face deeper into my pussy, but I can’t. If I move my hands from the edges of the table, I’ll fall back and I don’t want to miss watching him eat me out. There can’t be another man on the fucking planet who eats pussy like Jamison Henley.

When he pushes two fingers inside me, I almost come right then, regardless of the fact that he’s already given me two orgasms during our previous roll in the hay tonight. I thrust my hips up to meet the pumping of his fingers, grinding my pussy onto his face. I can hear how wet I am every time he shoves his fingers back inside me. It’s driving me crazy not being able to touch him, and it’s heightening all of my other senses. He always does this to me. He takes away one of my senses, mostly touch or sight, and it makes everything seem more intense.

My body is vibrating with need when Jami adds a third finger, hooking them inside me as he sucks my clit into his mouth again.

“Oh god.” I shake my head back and forth, lifting my hips into his face again. He reaches up, pinching one of my nipples between his fingers, and I explode, screaming his name.

I’m seeing spots, still coming down from the aftershocks of my orgasm, when I watch him lift his head, pulling each of my legs off his shoulders. When he licks his lips, I can see the shine of my come around his mouth.

“The sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted,” he growls.

I came so hard that I’m not even sure if I can move, so I don’t. He chuckles softly, but even that does very little to break me from my daze. When he walks over to the fireplace, I assume that he’s going to put it out, but I’m barely paying attention. I vaguely register him turning off the lights before he hooks one arm around my shoulders and the other underneath my knees, lifting me off the table.

“Bedtime, beautiful.” Jami carries me down the hall to his room before laying me down on his king-sized bed.

I crawl under the covers, burrowing my face into the pillow. Then I hear a facet turn on in the bathroom, but I’m already half asleep when I feel the bed dip and his warm body behind mine. Between the blackout orgasms and the ugly crying I did, both my body and mind are completely exhausted.



I feel hands on me and whimper before I’m even completely conscious.

“I need you,” Jami confesses from behind, grabbing my breasts in his big hands. “I tried not to wake you.” He pinches my nipples, causing me to moan.

Moments ago, I was in the deepest sleep, and now, my entire body is alive under his touch. His hard cock presses against my backside, and I push my ass towards him, making him groan.