by Soraya Naomi
She lays her head on my chest, creating that prison of intimacy that scares me less and less. I’m distracted by her ruthless strokes that send my senses careening through the ceiling and drive myself up into her hand, my breath coming harsh and fast.
I can’t help but rest my palm on her back, descending and digging my fingers into her ass while she jerks me off, and I feel the climax bearing down on me. Nevertheless, the need to brand her is painfully overwhelming. I take what I want without considering the ramifications anymore, so I seize her wrist to stop her movement.
“Come here.” I sit up and hold out my hand, guiding her so she’s kneeling and leaning forward slightly, her stomach against the top of the upholstered headboard.
“Grab the edge, Mary,” I say while I rub my palm down her spine toward her behind and spank her once. “Your skin is always so soft.”
Then I push my finger between her ass cheeks and Mary responds with a groan as I slither lower to her pussy, spreading her open and circling her wetness before moving back up. Mary’s seemingly photoshopped skin has enthralled me from the day we met, my rough hands against her perfectly smooth flesh inciting sensations I’ve never experienced before with a woman.
Pressing against Mary’s back, I glide my cock against her pussy.
“Christ, you’re so fucking wet.” I fondle her breasts, dropping a kiss on her shoulder.
“I want you inside me,” she groans.
I grin, intending to take every part of her, and tangle my fingers in her curls at the back of her head, directing her to the floor on her knees and feeding her my cock while I’m seated on her bed.
“Take my cock, Mary.”
As I fuck her mouth, there’s nothing gentle about the way I handle her, and she welcomes my assault eagerly because we both want it. I choke her on my cock and slide out, leaking pre-come that dribbles down the shaft, and Mary catches it halfway down with the tip of her tongue, tracing the path all the way back up to the source.
“Fuck!” I tug her head back because I don’t want to come in her mouth.
With urgency, I arrange her in the same position on the bed as before and guide her to bend forward as she clutches the top of the headboard while I nose my way down her spine. And without any hesitation, I taste her pussy.
“Ah! Henry,” she whimpers, bending lower to give me better access.
She loves to have her pussy eaten, and her absolute faith and submission to me has me concentrating on her pleasure. She makes circles with her hips, teasing my mouth with her core as I lap up to her ass, alternately licking and pushing the tip of my finger inside, and she clenches her ass in response.
“Don’t clench, baby. Relax.”
She takes a deep breath, and I can slip my finger in, preparing her.
“Ow!”
“Shhh...” I cement my lips over her pussy while I finger her ass.
When she screams out her orgasm and is dripping wet, I move up, still kneeling behind her, and nudge the head of my dick against her ass, sliding it up and down to spread her wetness, whispering into her ear, “When I said give yourself to me fully, I meant it...”
She hesitates, but at this point, she’s so worked up and under my spell that she submits. Angling forward slightly, she grips the headboard. Then I shift toward her, ever so slowly, while holding the base of my cock.
“Relax, Mary.”
She surrenders and exhales, unclenching so I can ease myself inside. As her flesh gives, I grunt. It feels fucking incredible, and I have to tense every muscle to keep from shooting my load before I even get started. With my chest against her back, I secure my arm around her and begin to explore her slit with my fingers.
“Oh, my god,” Mary breathes, overwhelmed by sensations while I let her adjust to my length buried inside her sweet ass.
“You’re so tight, baby. I can’t go slow, so hold on.”
Her head falls back against my chest, her face a mixture of pleasure and pain as I grind my hips and rub her clit.
Then I place my finger against her lips and she parts them. “Suck it.”
As I push my finger into her mouth, my other hand skims over her stomach, palming her pussy. I rotate my middle finger and push it in while my cock glides in and out of her ass.
“I feel...full.”
Smirking against her cheek, I lodge my arm around her again to hold her tightly, and I thrust all the way into her ass, bottoming out. When I slide out, I plunge my finger into her pussy. Then I get a rhythm going and Mary arches magnificently as I fuck her.
Her arm comes back to hook around my neck while she grips the headboard with her other hand. Violent passion bursts out, and I keep up my brutal pace until our skin shines with a thin layer of perspiration.
“I’m going to come so fucking hard in your ass,” I breathe hotly against her ear, and out of nowhere, she begins to come, her muscles taut. I can feel each loud cry of her orgasm deep in my groin as she whimpers and writhes, shuddering and trembling.
I pound inside her, and as Mary leans forward again, I grasp the sides of her waist and hammer into her. Vicious. Animalistic. I shove in deep once more, gripping her hair and tugging while I groan, my hips bucking, and then I explode superbly. I don’t think I can quit coming because it feels so fucking good, so I continue my pumping until I release the last drop.
Quickly, I ease my cock out of her, and we both collapse on the bed. Slick bodies pressed together, limbs entangled while we return back to earth. Thoroughly spent. Thoroughly depleted.
Thoroughly aware that by getting more involved with Mary, I might be creating an enormous problem for myself – if I don’t handle Tara sooner rather than later.
CHAPTER 26
Mary
I wake with a warm, hard body spooning me, and it’s as if I have a furnace in my bed. Henry’s arm is locked around my waist, keeping my back to his front, his breath caressing my nape. Careful not to wake him, I slowly roll over and watch him sleeping peacefully, noticing how big he is next to me.
I’m sore everywhere yet without any regrets. I gave myself to him willingly, wanting to plunge into his world of passion. Although I have no idea where we stand, I sense him becoming as attached to me as I am to him. He might not speak the words, but his actions betray a lot. A warm feeling pools inside as I trace his unshaven jawline, and he rouses, nuzzling my throat.
“Morning,” I say.
He grunts in reaction and drags me closer to him while I stroke the side of his face. For several minutes, we stay in this idyllic position, and in this moment, I recognize that I’m irrevocably in love with Henry. He’s the man who makes my heart skip a beat with the attention he lavishes on me.
“Morning. What time is it?” He shifts onto his back and reaches for his phone on the nightstand.
Seeing his clothes scattered on the floor, I smile, liking that he’s a part of my life. I adore how Henry comes to me at night.
All of a sudden, he cups my chin. “What are you thinking, Mary? You were a million miles away.”
I want to ask what we are, but I’m not that bold. And I don’t want to push him too much. I let him know last night that I just want us to be honest and not play games, which is step one.
“I was thinking that you sleep here a lot and you haven’t even taken me on an official date,” I pipe in, winking at him, but he releases me and his dark brows dip, his eyes narrowing into deep impenetrable slits.
Crap! Did I say too much?
I can literally feel him pulling away – again. But at this point, it’s beginning to annoy me, especially after the progress we made last night.
Henry rubs a hand down his face and sits up, apparently at a loss for words. He gets out of bed and calmly starts collecting his clothes. “I need to go.”
Seriously? I’ve let him set the pace for so long, and this one comment spooks him? After I let him fuck my ass? He needs to give me something too, some kind of commitment. However, this time, I don’t speak. Instead, I watch him ru
sh to get dressed before he unexpectedly bends down and places a kiss on my lips.
“Stop shooting daggers at me, Mary. You’re even sexier when you’re mad.” Then he swipes the sheet down quickly and sucks a nipple before I roll over, laughing, and he smacks my ass, hard. “Go shower and be ready in an hour, okay?”
I feel a smile pulling at my lips as I nod, and he strolls out. Elated, I jump out of bed, trying to think of something nice to wear while I head toward the bathroom to shower.
***
Exactly an hour later, I’m checking my phone to see if there have been any reports about the dogfights in the Loop, and I find an article in the Chicago Tribune about how several men have been arrested.
That reminds me that I need to text Rosalia.
Mary: I had to tell Henry where I was because he was at my apartment. He knows you were with me.
Rosalia: Shit! He’s going to tell Logan, and Logan’s gonna be pissed!
Mary: Then distract him so he forgets why he was mad.
Rosalia: Yeah, that might work with Henry but not with Logan. You need to persuade Henry not to tell Logan.
Mary: I’ll see what I can do.
Rosalia: Work your charm on him!
My front door opens, and I walk into the entryway just as Henry closes it. When our eyes lock, both of us freeze. I’m in a plum wraparound dress with flats, and he’s smokin’ hot in charcoal slacks and a vest over a sky-blue dress shirt. And his thick hair looks like he just got out of bed, a perfect mess.
“You look beautiful, Mary.”
“Thank you. You look very handsome.”
He holds out his arms. “All for you.”
I close the distance between us and he has to bend down to meet my kiss. “God, I love it when you don’t wear heels.” And he hooks his arms around me, picking me up.
Chuckling, I give him a hard kiss, knowing he’s got something planned for our date. “So where are we going?”
“We’re just going to watch Narcos today, right?”
I pull back, and he lets me slide down his hard body.
“What?” I retort, momentarily disappointed.
“Just kidding.” He holds open the door for me, and I entwine my hand with his. Before we exit, he whistles once and Strawberry comes running to the door. “Come on, girl. You’re coming with us.”
“I’m very curious to see where we’re going.” I’m a sucker for a good surprise.
As if he reads my thoughts, he replies, “I know you love surprises, Mary. Carmine mentioned it once. He hates them.”
“It’s true. Adriano and Carmine loathe surprises, but I fucking love them.”
As he tows me toward the elevator, he smiles, and it’s that lighthearted smile he shows more and more when he’s with me.
***
After Henry parks the car, he steps out and opens my door. “We’ll be right back, so Strawberry can wait out here.”
As I peer around, I notice a vet across the street before Henry tugs me along with him, and we enter through the revolving doors where a receptionist greets him a bit too enthusiastically, “Mr. Pierce, you can continue to exam room two.”
“Thank you,” he replies, glancing at me and expertly ignoring her flirtation while remaining courteous.
“Mr. Pierce, what did you do...” I whisper with anticipation as we stop at room number two and from behind me, Henry opens the door, revealing the veterinarian with a few of the pit bulls who are in a much better state than they were in yesterday.
Henry mutters into my ear, “I knew you were worried about them. The dogs were rescued after the cops apprehended a dozen people; the organizers are in jail.”
I turn my head sideways to peck his cheek. “Best surprise ever.” I’ve peeled down the layers of Henry, and the man beneath is even better than what I imagined. I always sensed that there was a considerate man hidden behind the distant hacker he ordinarily portrays. And it seems like Henry knows me quite well these days too. “I read in the article in the Tribune that they were arrested.”
“Hey, Dr. Jameson,” Henry greets him.
“Henry, welcome back.” Then he addresses me, “You must be Mary.”
“I am.” I step forward to shake his hand before he continues assessing one pit bull lying on an examination table.
“Well, you saved these dogs, Mary. Some had severe internal wounds, and I only had to put one to sleep.”
“Oh, no,” I mumble, stroking one dog who seems a little lethargic. “Did you give this one medicine?”
“Yes, he was scratching open his stitches, but they’ll heal soon.” He looks behind him at three dogs in a basket who are all trying to climb out. “They’re doing much better.”
Henry pulls me over to them. “Shall we take these out for a walk?”
“Yes. Thanks, Henry. They could use some fresh air. They’ve been cooped up inside. But not too long in the sun; maybe bring them back after lunch.”
“We will.” Henry stoops low and hoists one pit bull out of the basket, and the others with less severe injuries jump out as the doctor hands me three leashes which I secure around their necks.
“They’re all pretty calm,” I note, having thought these dogs would be more vicious. Last night, they seemed brutal.
“These three are young, and I don’t think they were trained to fight yet. Or at least not for as long as the other dogs, whom I had to contain because they tried to attack my assistant and me.”
“What are you going to do with them?” I question.
“That depends on if they can be taught to trust humans again. If that doesn’t happen, they’ll have to be put down.”
“That’s so sad.”
“It is. The owners don’t comprehend the repercussions of what they’re doing.”
“They don’t care about the dogs, only about money,” Henry comments, and the doctor nods in agreement.
In awe, I stare at Henry, who absolutely avoided dogs a few weeks ago, now being more at ease around them. That’s my influence on him, and I revel in it.
Ready to take the dogs out for their exercise, Henry leads the way back outside without telling me where we’re going.
***
Thankfully, I wore black tights underneath my wrap-around dress because the chilly fall wind is strong enough to cool my cheeks as Henry and I saunter along a garden path at Oak Street Beach.
There’s almost no one else around when we reach the shore, where I release the leashes and all four dogs – three pit bulls and little Strawberry – sprint down the beach in excitement.
Henry picks up a wayward stick and flings it far away, letting the pit bulls run after it. Strawberry’s much slower and tries to keep up, causing us both to laugh at her.
I rush to get ahead of Henry and turn around, walking backward. “You can’t deny anymore that I’ve rubbed off on you.”
A crease forms between his brows. “How so?”
“You like dogs now,” I reply before I swivel around when he leaps forward. “Always too slow...”
I hear him bark out a laugh, so I stop and he stumbles against me, effortlessly steadying me by groping my behind.
“Want to race?” he whispers.
I shove his hands off me and grin daringly at him. “I’m afraid you won’t be able to keep up.”
He gives an answering twitch of his lips. “I’ll give you a head start, shorty.”
“Oh, so arrogant,” I remark and spin around, taking off toward Strawberry.
As I glance back, Henry breaks out into a run and is on me within seconds.
“Urgh! I need an hour head start with your giant long legs.”
Chuckling, he lifts me off the ground, but when I struggle, we topple backward into the sand and Strawberry jumps around us, barking at Henry while I’m on top of him on my back.
As I flip over and plant my elbows next to his ears, I notice him smiling at her.
“She’s protective of you.” He lifts his head, and as I shift my fingers into h
is hair, he grazes his lips over mine, whispering, “Thank god, because I can break into your apartment much too easily.”
“Not one word about my apartment, please. It took me forever to convince Adriano to let me move into one that I can afford after I graduate. My brothers pay my rent, you know.”
“That’s why you live in that building and not in the Astoria?” he probes.
“Yes. I don’t want them to have to pay so much for me.”
“But what would be your dream house?”
“Huh?”
“If money wasn’t an object, what would be your dream house?” he asks, curious.
That’s easy. “Luca’s penthouse is my dream house, but I’ll never be able to afford that. Or Astoria also has the most exquisite apartments, but they’re way out of my price range. I’ll never make as much as Adriano or Luca.”
He makes a noise like a grunt and appears to be a little upset or lost in thought, although his expression is unreadable. However, the moment is interrupted when barking reaches our ears, and we both look at where the dogs are splashing and chasing each other.
Henry groans when I stand up, adjusting his pants as I tease, “Our dogs need attention before they run off.”
The corner of his mouth kicks up. “Only one dog is yours.”
“Maybe I should adopt another one?” I muse aloud as I swipe the sand off my dress.
Henry stacks his hands behind his head, grinning. “If you get more dogs, then I don’t think you’ll have space for me anymore in your apartment.”
Strawberry’s circling me, trying to get me to play, so I edge toward the shore with her, saying to Henry, “I’ll always have space for you, and you know it.”
A lopsided smile eases all the way up to his silver-grey eyes before I turn and trail Strawberry to the ebbing water.
For over half an hour, I entertain the dogs, the sensation of utter freedom they give off infectious. Only animals can make me feel carefree like a child again, and as grown-ups, it’s nice to be taken back to our childhoods every once in a while.
And even though I sense the heat of Henry’s gaze on me the entire time, it never makes me uncomfortable. When I glance over my shoulder, he’s observing me with an affectionate look. So I wink at him as he sits up and takes out his phone, beckoning me to him while he dangles the leashes from his finger.