Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
But Henry had been right earlier.
How the hell was I ever supposed to be apart from him again, when he made me feel like this? How was I even supposed to survive that? If this was the one night I’d ever get to have with Henry, I couldn’t let it just fly by. I wanted to savor every moment. Every inch of him.
His lips dragged upward on my cock again, his tongue trailing underneath the ridge of the head. My skin was standing on end, and suddenly I was perilously close to coming even though he’d only been down there for a short while.
“Ah,” I said, bracing him with my hands and pulling his head off of me.
“You okay?” he breathed. His eyes were lust-drunk and he looked so fucking sexy it was almost painful. I couldn’t process it.
“More than okay,” I said. “I’m too good. But… maybe we should slow down, just a little bit?”
A flash of surprise passed through his eyes, but he nodded. His lips were berry red and swollen as he moved up in the bed, lying next to me.
“Just cuddle me for a little bit?” I asked.
“Of course,” he said. “Of course.” He turned so that his arms wrapped around me, his chest pressed up against my back. He held me close, breathing deeply.
His cock was rock hard against the small of my back, and mine was still about to explode in front of me. Every part of me wanted release, wanted to come and come and come for him. I didn’t want to slow down, even for a second.
But I tried. I really tried to heed my own words, to take it slow. To savor every moment. Because something inside me knew that I might never get to experience this again.
I cleared my throat, taking a deep breath. “You’re, uh… you’re really fucking good at that, you know.”
He puffed out a small laugh. “I barely even got started,” he said, nestling his nose into the back of my hair and planting a kiss on the back of my neck.
“I know,” I said. “That’s the point.”
“I can try to be worse, if you’d like?”
“Fuck no,” I blurted out, gripping his arm and pulling him closer against me. “I just didn’t want to come in two seconds flat, y’know?”
“You can come in two seconds flat if you want to,” he murmured. “As long as you were aware that I’ll make you come again afterward.”
I groaned. “Not fair.”
“Oh, you want to come three times?” Henry asked, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Challenge accepted, Sebastian—”
“Not what I meant,” I said. I pushed backward and flipped around until I was on top of him, pinning his arms to the bed on either side of his face, straddling him. He smiled as he looked up at me, lifting one eyebrow.
“I like this,” he whispered. His eyes were twinkling.
“It’s not fair that you come floating back into town without notice, and you’re this perfect, dreamy, fucking irresistible thing dropped straight into my lap,” I said. The weight on my chest had grown too large, and now I was babbling, probably ruining the entire mood of the evening. But I couldn’t stop.
His gaze softened. I released his arms and he reached up, running his hands along the sides of my hips.
“Sebastian,” he said. “I know there’s… a whole world out there. And I know nothing is how we wanted it to be. But for tonight, it can be. Okay? I’m not asking you for anything other than tonight. If you still want that, too, of course.”
“There’s nothing I want more in the world, and you know it,” I said.
“So, no,” he said. “I’m not going to ruin your life, or whatever it is you might be worried about. I’m not going to blab about this to any gossip papers or sites. You’re going to be perfectly safe and sound, and when I’m gone, you can continue your life as you have been. But I’m not going to lie about how badly I want you tonight.”
My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vise.
The scariest part was that I hadn’t been worried about any one of the things Henry had mentioned.
I hadn’t been thinking about wanting to go back to my life as normal. I’d been wishing that this could be my life, all the time.
Henry’s dimples appeared again as he looked downward. I glanced and saw that my cock was resting on his lower stomach as I straddled him, and I’d leaked precum onto him and formed a small, glossy patch.
“I love that,” he murmured.
“I love you,” I said without thinking.
His eyes widened, snapping up to meet mine.
It wasn’t as if either of us had any doubt about loving one another. It was so obvious it may as well have been tattooed all over us.