by Lea Coll
“You’re wearing too many clothes.”
She hummed in agreement; her eyes shone with lust as her eyes focused on my twitching cock. I wanted her. I had no idea how I’d resisted her this long.
Coming together like this was as inevitable as our eventual break-up.
I pulled her sweatpants over her hips, they slid down easily, revealing pink lace matching panties as if she’d been hoping I’d see them. Kneeling between her legs, I pushed her thighs further apart so I could breathe in her arousal. I licked her through the lace as she arched up, throwing her back, wanting more.
“Henry.” She drew my name out on a whisper, wrapping her fingers around my hair, holding me tight as if I’d flee at any moment.
There wasn’t a chance of that happening. Not tonight when there was nothing between us but the light of the moon.
I slid the scrap of lace to the side, licking her in a teasing motion, giving her a light touch, but not enough.
She whimpered.
I ripped the lace down her hips and off, wrapping my arms around her thighs before I devoured her pussy like I had her mouth. Her intoxicating scent, her whimpers, and the arch of her hips urged me on. I wanted her coming hard and fast before I slid inside her.
She arched one more time into my mouth. I licked her through the tidal wave of her release before reaching down to grab a condom from my wallet. When I’d invited her up here for dinner, I hoped we’d get here.
I was done pushing her away or using Gray or Elle as an excuse. We were grown adults. We could fuck and go our separate ways. Emotions and feelings didn’t have to be part of this.
Ripping the foil of the wrapper with my teeth, I smoothed it down my shaft before making sure she was still with me. Kelsey’s limbs were loose from her orgasm. Her eyes were bright with desire.
Her hands rested on my hips as I leaned down to take her lips, my cock nestled in her folds. Kissing her, I slid inside her tight, wet heat. She felt so good. Like nothing I’d ever felt before. A sensation came over me, an urge to protect, to go slow, fighting my initial desire for hard and fast. Every muscle in my body tense, I pulled back from her mouth.
Her forehead wrinkled as she stroked my back. “Is everything okay?”
I ignored the warmth spreading through my chest. “Yeah, baby.”
Baby. What I called any woman in my bed. A way to separate myself from the other person, making it about the act. The woman was interchangeable.
She stiffened beneath me. “Say my name.”
“Kelsey.” Then I closed my eyes, giving in to the moment, the slow slide of my cock, her walls surrounding me. “You feel so good.”
Her hands ran up and down my back before clutching my ass, pulling me deeper inside her.
“Look at me.” Her tone was soft but insistent.
My eyes popped open, focusing on her brown eyes, the ones that saw too much, her hair splayed over the couch, thick and dark, the contrast of my tan skin against her white.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Adjusting the angle, she cried out. “Right there.”
Maintaining the position, I increased my thrusts. Her eyes were unfocused, her cries falling uninhibited from her mouth. I wanted her to come apart again. Bracing my hands on either side of her head, I kissed her. Nothing had ever felt this good, primal even. As if I needed to be inside her.
Her muscles seized up and she cried out as her pussy convulsed around me. The sensation was too much. I thrust deep inside, letting out a guttural groan into her neck. I closed my eyes, my orgasm washing over me. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to lose this moment. I didn’t want to think about what came next.
Her hand stroking up and down my back brought me back. “Henry.”
She turned her face, kissing my cheek. I pulled out of her, settling back on my heels, the bite of cold air hitting my overheated skin for the first time. “I’ll go take care of this.”
I threw the soft throw from the back of the couch over her body. Grabbing my briefs, I headed to the powder room, throwing out the condom and washing up before heading back to her. My heart still beat loudly in my chest. I wasn’t sure what to do. Usually, I was at the woman’s hotel, I’d get dressed and leave. Cold and sterile.
This. What we’d just shared was different. As much as I tried to keep on an even keel with her, I hadn’t. She’d gotten under my skin. I didn’t want to get dressed. I didn’t want this moment to end.
Going back outside, she held up the throw for me to slide in next to her. My hand met warm bare skin.
“You’re still naked.” I liked that. I hadn’t had many moments of basking in the afterglow of sex. I hadn’t wanted them. Now it seemed as necessary as breathing.
I gave in to my instincts to pull her over me, laying down on the couch. Her hand over my heart, her head on my shoulder, her leg thrown over mine.
I didn’t want to ruin the moment with words. I let the night settle around us. The hushed noises of the occasional footfall of an animal, the sharper crack of a falling branch.
The moment was perfect. I hadn’t had many of these. I was going to enjoy tonight for what it was, an anomaly. Something we shouldn’t repeat but knew we would.
Chapter 14
Kelsey
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Last night, I’d almost drifted off to sleep in Henry’s arms when he’d roused me, carrying me wrapped in the throw to his bedroom.
Settling me down, he kissed my temple. “Sleep.”
I’d easily fallen asleep. I refused to question anything last night. I wanted to revel in being there with him.
This morning, Henry’s arm was heavily draped over my side, my back to his chest, my butt nestled in his crotch. It felt natural as if we’d been sleeping together for years, not one night.
I’d been awake for a while, the sunlight streaming through the windows. I was afraid to open them. I wanted to avoid dealing with reality.
Would Henry retreat this morning like he had in his office when we’d almost kissed, or would he want to see where this went? I didn’t want to look too far beyond my time in Telluride. I refused to allow myself to think beyond getting through this morning.
“You awake?” His lips brushed my ear, sending a tingle of sensation over my neck and down my spine.
“Yes.” I tensed, waiting for him to make some excuse, to say he had an appointment, somewhere to be, anywhere but here. I’d be a big girl, get dressed, and go back to my room. Last night, I thought I was strong enough to deal with the fallout. This morning, I wasn’t sure my heart could take it, not after sharing his bed.
I’d seen the way he’d pulled back, closing his eyes, calling me baby, but when I brought him back, he was right there with me. It had been slow and sweet, his lips on mine as he thrust inside over and over. I was deliciously sore.
Against my better judgment, I turned in his arms so I was looking into his face. If he was going to kick me out, he was going to have to face me first.
“Morning.” He shifted next to me, pulling himself up on one elbow.
I stilled, waiting to see what he would do. He dropped a soft kiss on my lips.
When he pulled back, I knew my expression was one of confusion. “Morning.”
Is this the same man who told me he had nothing to give me? Or was this the Henry he was before his ex dumped him in college? The one who made him question everything―his ability to commit, his ability to trust, his hope for a future.
He kissed the corner of my mouth, my neck, and my shoulder. “You seem confused.”
I laughed softly as he rolled over my body, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his hips separating my thighs. “I am. A little.”
He lowered his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth, clearing my mind of everything.
He lifted his head, rolling his hips so that his cock slid through my folds. “What’s there to be confused about?”
“Nothing.” There was nothing but the roll of his hips, delicious friction, and his lips on my s
kin. I ran my fingers through his hair, holding on while he sucked the other nipple into his mouth.
I wouldn’t worry about what this meant, what we’d tell our friends, or how we’d act in the future. I’d push everything off for another day. Taking a risk was letting go of worries and taking the leap without thought for anything else.
After last night, my body was primed for more. With his mouth on my nipples, his cock sliding over my pussy and clit, I quickly crested over an orgasm that washed over me slowly, no less intense than last night.
“I love watching you go over. So beautiful.” He murmured into my ear as he reached over to grab a condom from the nightstand drawer. He sheathed himself, pushing in to the hilt. This. This feeling of being filled with him. I’d never get enough. I was so stupid to think a night or two would be enough. I’d selfishly take whatever he gave me, coming back for more. I lifted my hips to meet his.
He rolled me so that I was straddling his lap, his hands on my breasts, his thumbs gliding over my nipples. The sensations were too much.
“Ride me.”
I lifted myself then slowly lowered, his pelvis giving me needed friction.
“You’re so gorgeous.” He lifted his head as if he wanted my nipple in his mouth. I lowered myself so he could. The sensation of his wet mouth and the scrape of his teeth sent me over the edge. I collapsed onto him.
He pulled out, leaving me momentarily bereft as he moved me to my stomach. He wrapped an arm around my middle, pulling me up onto my knees, filling me again with one thrust.
The way he handled me was hot. His skill rivaled any of my exes. I tried not to think too closely about why that was.
Gripping my hips, he pulled out almost to the tip before slamming back into me. He leaned down circling my clit. “One more.”
I was all sensation, the grip of his hands and the slap of our skin. I lowered to my forearms, my nipples grazing the sheets. He pressed my clit as he thrust one more time, sending me over with him. I lowered myself until I was flat on the bed, his forearms on either side of my head, his body surrounding me. Being with him felt so good. A moment later, he kissed my shoulder before pulling out.
He was breaking all his rules with me. At what point would he realize it was too much? That he couldn’t handle what was happening between us?
I turned my head to watch him walk to the bathroom. He threw out the condom, washing his hands, then turned to me. “Want to take a shower together?”
I wanted every moment I could get with him. Whatever he was willing to give. If that made me the pathetic girl I’d always been then so be it. He held out his hand to me. I was helpless to resist. Placing mine in his, he pulled me into his side, cupping my ass. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
“Me either.” I searched his eyes for any sign he wasn’t being sincere or that he was panicking.
His expression was soft as he pressed his lips to mine before tugging me into the bathroom, turning on the water. Once it was warm, he stepped inside, grabbing the shampoo.
Stepping in front of him to wet my hair, I asked, “Am I going to smell like you?”
“Probably.”
I could practically hear the smirk in his words. It felt like everything we did catapulted us toward something deeper, a relationship. Each time I expected him to step back, he moved forward. It was confusing. It would be so easy to go along with it but years of being let down held me back. In the end, I always got hurt.
I turned so I faced away from him, tipping my chin up so that he could work the shampoo in. His fingers massaging my scalp sent tingles over the surface of my skin. I closed my eyes at the sensation. “This feels so good.”
He lowered his lips to my ear. “Better than me inside you?”
I laughed softly, turning my face slightly to see his expression. “Nothing feels better than that.”
His eyes darkened as he moved me so I was directly in the stream of the shower, letting the water rinse the suds from my hair. Soaping his hands with the body wash, he moved behind me, his large hands spreading the bubbles over my body. He covered every inch of my body, biting the globe of my ass before soothing it with his tongue. He saved my neediest place for last. I spread my legs giving him better access.
“I need to make sure you’re clean.” He slid one finger inside me, the heel of his hand pressing against my clit.
“You’re doing a very thorough job.”
His head dropped as he placed kisses on my shoulder and the sensitive skin on my neck. His large hand working between my legs, the press of his erection against my ass, the water flowing over my nipples, and the gentle suck of his mouth sent me over. I rested my weight against him, knowing he’d hold me up.
“I don’t have a condom in here. Let me clean up…”
Pulling away from him, I grabbed the body wash. “It’s my turn.”
I wanted to tease him like he had me. I avoided his cock until I’d gone over every inch of his body with the soap and my tongue. Saving his abs for last, I licked each divot as I sunk to my knees in front of him.
Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, my eyes met his. I’d never felt more powerful, more in control than this moment.
I licked the head before sucking it into my mouth. His hand rested lightly on the back of my head, not pressuring me, but a constant reassuring presence. I picked up a steady rhythm between my hand and my mouth, determined to send him over the edge. Letting go of my hair, he braced his arms on the back of the shower, his hips moving in time with my mouth. I’d never experienced anything hotter.
He got impossibly bigger in my mouth. I sucked hard, increasing the pressure of my hand at the base. He jerked in my mouth as a hot stream shot down my throat. I swallowed, reveling in how he’d lost control, his head resting against his arm as if he didn’t have the energy to move. A feeling of tenderness passed through me. I kissed his cock once before standing. The kiss was dangerous, signifying more than a quick blow job in the shower. But I’d done it on impulse not thinking about the consequences. Hopefully, he wouldn’t notice or care.
His eyes popped open and he pulled me into his arms, my head tucked under his chin. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
No. I didn’t know. No one had ever told me that before. Instead of speaking, of giving away the sound of the tears threatening in my throat, I nodded against his chest. His hand played with the strands of my hair. I never wanted this to end even though there was no future for us―no long-term possibilities.
I was happy in New York, and he was happy here.
Neither of us planned or wanted more. This would have to be the single-best fling of my life. I’d throw myself into it, enjoying every second, knowing I’d never feel like this again. I’d never have him.
“We should dry off.” Henry moved to turn off the water, grabbing a towel to wrap me in.
I quickly composed myself, not wanting to clue him in to my feelings. They would only push him away further.
Henry got dressed first. “I’ll make us some breakfast.”
“That sounds great.” My smile was forced, my stomach in a never-ending slide.
He paused as if he was going to say something else, but I averted my eyes, running my fingers through my tangled hair. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
He nodded, slapping the door frame with his hand before leaving me alone.
I sucked in a deep breath, a hand over my stomach. I could do this. I could be with someone and not be clingy like I’d been in college. I could be mature, enjoying this for what it was—great sex between adults—nothing more.
When the butterflies settled in my stomach, I hurried to dress in my clothes from last night, putting on my glasses instead of contacts, then met him in the kitchen. It was all modern lines, nothing like the lodge downstairs.
“This is different,” I said, settling onto a barstool at the counter.
“There’s a lot of wood downstairs. I wanted something different up here.”
“It’s nice.”
“Thank you.” He poured eggs into the pan on the stove. “I’m making an omelet. Are you allergic to anything?”
“No. That sounds great.” I’d never done the morning after a one-night stand, but I didn’t think it was customary to have multiple rounds of sex that concluded with omelets in the kitchen.
He braced his hands on the counter facing me, one brow arched. “Are you freaking out?”
The air sucked out of me, causing me to deflate, my shoulders lowering. Was he reading my mind? “No. Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know.” He tilted his head considering me. “You don’t seem relaxed.”
Could I be honest with him? “I don’t normally do this.”
“Do what?”
Was he going to make me spell it out? “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do. Leave after the shower? Breakfast?” My mind was racing to conversations I’d had with my roommates in New York, trying to recall the protocol for this situation.
“I invited you for breakfast, so you should stay.” His amused eyes pinned me in my seat, quieting my inner turmoil.
“Okay.”
A few minutes later, he pushed the plate with the omelet filled with onions, cheeses, and tomatoes across the counter toward me. “It smells great.”
He placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of me. “You need milk or sugar?”
“Milk would be great. Thank you.” He pulled the milk out of the fridge setting it on the counter.
When he turned back to the stove to prepare his omelet, I practically inhaled mine. I must not have eaten enough at dinner or our extracurricular activities made me ravenous. “This is amazing. You should be cooking breakfast for your guests.”
He had the kitchen for it.
He leaned one hip against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, emphasizing his biceps.
Clearing my throat to cover my reaction to him, I said, “Can you make anything else?”
He winked. “Breakfast is my specialty.”
“If there’s a bakery in town, you could have them deliver pastries each morning. It would be something nice to offer. I can say you offer complimentary breakfast on the website. That’s something people look for I would think, especially here where you don’t have a full-service restaurant.”