Page 76 of Say You Will

“Yes. Please. Yes.”

“This position makes penetration more shallow. We’ll ease into it for your first time.” He rolls me onto my side, facing away from him. But when I try to lift my leg, he holds it in place.

“This will be more comfortable for your hip. Keep your legs together. Stay relaxed. That’s it. Perfect.”

He presses tightly against my back in a classic spooning position. I’m still on the verge of an orgasm. I have been for what feels like forever.

He glides his cock between my thighs, bumping against my clit on each pass. Kissing my cheek, he nuzzles in, then murmurs close to my ear, “This is called a cuddle fuck.”

He positions himself and slowly, slowly eases himself into my body. The feel of him is shocking. Delicious.

“You’re taking me so well. I’ve never felt anything so fucking good.”

If my eyes were open, they’d be rolled back into my head in pleasure.

He slides in deeper, and we both gasp.

For the first time, I’m not alone in my own body. Henry is inside me. I never dreamed the sensation would fly through my nerve endings until he became part of me. Like a full body shiver, but not cold. Not discomfort.

Henry. Everywhere.

It can’t feel like this for everyone or there would be no such thing as “casual sex.” It feels as though I’m handing him pieces of my soul.

Neither of us has been loud through any of this. Quiet gasps, panting breaths . . . nothing like I’ve read in books or seen in videos. As I continue to hover on the edge of orgasm, full of Henry, his warm, solid, strong weight behind and against me, a sobbing sound of utter need escapes me. I don’t even realize I’ve done it until Henry responds.

Still and unmoving inside me, he brushes over my shoulder, down my arm and holds my hand against my abdomen. “I’m not hurting you?”

Reaching my other hand up, I hold onto his forearm and hug myself with Henry.

“It’s so good. But I need you to move.”

He drops his head to my shoulder with a shudder. Henry releases my hand, but I keep mine on his forearm as his fingers circle my clit, the muscles moving under my palm as he works my body.

I’ll never forget this feeling, never look at his forearms again without remembering the way the lean, hard muscle flexes with his movements as he gives me the single greatest pleasure of my life.

He starts a gentle rhythmic pumping, pushing his body into mine. In and in and in and in.

Every sense of reality distorts. My awareness of anything except us . . . this . . . is gone.

I’ve been on the edge of orgasm for so long now. Over and over, he had me right there, then backed off. Now, I’m pretty sure even without his fingers on my clit, there would be no stopping this tsunami.

When it crashes over me, stars burst behind my eyelids as I jerk and shake and clench so hard that he has to hold on to keep himself inside. It goes on and on as my body flutters around his, trying to coax him into his own release. To give me his pleasure.

Henry jerks, his cock flexing inside me. We come in silence until a sound seems to tear out of him. Then we’re still. Holding onto each other. Gasping.

He pulls me even closer against him. I try to move away and roll over to see him, but he holds me too tightly, refusing to allow me to move.

“Not yet.” His voice is gruff; his temple pressed to mine.

“Henry.”

“Wait.” After a moment, he releases me. Then he separates from my body, careful of the condom, leaving me empty at the loss of him.

Turning to face him fully, I place my palm on his cheek, smiling through my tears.

“Oh, shit.” He uses his thumbs to wipe my face as he searches my eyes. “It wasn’t good?”

I shake my head. “It was overwhelmingly wonderful.”

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