Page 75 of Say You Will

Slowly, he relaxes his grip and opens his eyes. “That was incredible. Thank you.”

It feels strange that he’s thanking me, but it also fills me with warmth. He’s sincerely grateful I did something I wanted to do in the first place.

“Come back here,” he says with a smile.

I move in for a kiss, and he wraps both of his arms around me in a bear hug, rolling me until we’re on our sides facing each other. He kisses me and moves his hand back between my thighs, performing that circular movement again on my clit.

An orgasm builds so fast and hard, that I gasp at the spiraling tension inside me.

Then he stops.

My eyes fly open in confusion, but he smiles and cups his palm firmly against my entire pussy. Not pressing hard, but not a millimeter of space between my body and his hand.

“You’re so wet and swollen on my fingers. Your body is opening up. Do you feel that?”

I need him to touch me the way I need water when I’m thirsty. Food when I’m hungry. Rest when I’m exhausted. Apulsethrobs in my pelvis. “I feel it.”

“It’s your body trying to draw me in. Can I give you a finger, and we’ll see how that feels?”

I nod.

His finger glides in effortlessly, and he pumps gently. It feels amazing, but it also feels like . . . not enough.

“I’m going to put a condom on now,” he says. “It doesn’t mean we have to have intercourse, but if you decide you want to, we won’t have to stop what we’re doing and lose momentum.”

“Okay.”

He places his palm back against my pussy, and that unbelievably erotic sensation doesn’t abate in the slightest. A pulse inside me thrums against his hand. I’m on the verge of an orgasm but desperate for him to fill me up.

Never removing his palm, Henry stretches across to the nightstand, removes a condom, rips it open with his teeth, and puts it on one-handed.

My pussy flutters, and he smiles because hefeelsit. He eases a finger back inside me, his thumb lazy on my clit. I push back in response.

Reaching for my hand, he guides it down to where he’s touching me. “I want you to feel this. I know you’re nervous, but your body is a fucking wonderland.”

He adjusts his grip so that he’s got his hand wrapped around mine, his finger next to mine. Then he moves our two fingers to my entrance. This pulsing, soft woman doesn’t feel like me. Our fingers enter easily, my body snug and clinging, but not tight. That heartbeat I’ve been feeling pulses again, and I feel it inside and out.

The corner of his mouth lifts as he draws our hands away. My expression has to be nothing short of awe.

He grins back. “Iknow. You’re brilliant.”

I squirm against him.

“Let me try another finger. That’s it. You can take it.”

He stretches me with his fingers, and I want more and more. “It feels so good.”

“You don’t have a hymen. Most women your age don’t. So nothing we do should hurt, darling. If it does, tell me right away.”

I laugh, even as I push myself against him. “Did you . . . go to med school . . . to learn how to have sex?”

He leans down and sucks on my nipple before searing me with a look. “Hush. I believe in thorough research.”

I grind against his hand in a desperate rhythm. He’s being too gentle. I need more. I’m so close to orgasm—

“More, Henry.”

“Do you want my cock?”

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