Page 56 of Always a Bridesmaid

“You want to smother me? Because I can’t think of a better way to go out,” he said, his breath tickling her sensitive skin.

Driven by the erotic foreplay, Jane read on. She knew this passage, knew what was to come next—and it was her.

“‘I want to see you touch yourself,’ he said, and there was something about the quiet assuredness in his tone that spoke to her. Stole her breath. She tiptoed her fingers down her body, circling her navel,”Jane said as she followed the words exactly.

“‘That’s it. A little lower.’ Every word reverberated through her core, making her hotter and hotter. He was still beneath her, his tongue doing delicious things to her, when her fingers rubbed over her pleasure point. He grunted against her, and she realized he was watching her every move. Feeling exposed, she nearly pulled back, but the hunger in his eyes overrode her nerves and had every thought tumbling out of her head. Instead of shying away from the unknown, she did what she’d always wanted to do but never had the confidence for—she took charge.”

“You going to take charge, love?” Henry asked. “Are you going to slide those pretty fingers down here and join the party?”

“Yes,” she said on a gasp of air.

He looked up and watched as she ran her fingers down her body until she reached her pleasure point and then ever so gently toyed with it. She closed her eyes and let out a moan as her pace picked up.

“Keep reading,” he commanded, and her eyes fluttered open. “I need to know what comes next. Besides you.”

She nodded and lifted the book and began again.

“She brushed back and forth,pressing harder with each stroke, while his tongue was doing some stroking of its own. The deep pulls and barely-there strokes echoed throughout herbody. It didn’t take long for them to find a rhythm, for her body to tighten, and her thighs to quiver beneath her. And then she shot off like a firework on New Year’s Eve. Flying high and?—”

Jane dropped the book and her back arched as the pressure built. Unable to control herself, she pressed down even harder, creating enough friction to appease her ever-growing desire and need.

Erotic didn’t even begin to describe what he was doing. It was pure, unadulterated foreplay that would go down in the history books. His tongue flicked in and out, circling around and accelerating her pleasure.

“Henry!” she cried out. “God, Henry.”

She gave a last buck and shot off like a firework, her orgasm exploding inside her and traveling out to her limbs. It was so intense she had to put her hands on the bed so as not to fall on top of him.

When she came to, she was on her back and he was undoing his pants, grabbing a condom, and before she could even catch her breath, he was sliding inside her in a powerful and confident thrust.

They both gasped in unison and Henry rested his forehead on her shoulder. Of their own accord, her hips bucked slightly and he groaned.

“I need a minute or I’m going to come right here, and I’m guessing that’s not how the story goes. Is it?”

“No,” she whispered. “In the story they come together.”

He lifted his head and met her gaze, his sex-hazed and her own trying to focus past the stars she was still seeing. “I like the sound of that.”

She wasn’t sure, but it sounded like he wasn’t just talking about sex. He was talking about something much more important.

Them.

Slowly he pulled nearly all the way out and then slid back in, creating delicious tingles across her entire body. She wrapped her legs around his back, locking her ankles so as to keep him in place—and pulling him even closer.

Every time he pulled out, she’d tighten and lift her hips to meet him. It didn’t take long for them to find a perfect rhythm that allowed for maximum contact and pressure.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, then took her mouth in an all-consuming kiss that had her head spinning tales of happily ever after and forever. She’d told herself a lot of stories in her lifetime, but never had she wished one would come true as much as she did this one. Because never had a man called her perfect. But in his arms, she felt perfect—perfectly right for him.

The kiss built in heat, keeping pace with the frenzied way her body reacted to his touch.

He was pumping so hard, she had to slide her arms around his back and dig her nails into his shoulders just to keep hold.

“Henry, I’m there.”

“Then fall. I’m right behind you.”

That was all she needed. The promise that he was right there, ready to catch her, and the top blew off. She cried out as her body pulsed with pleasure. She locked her legs so tightly that even air couldn’t pass between them.

He drilled her into the mattress and then his body arched, his head falling back as the veins in his neck strained from him clenching his jaw. Then he gave a final, powerful push, and she felt his release burst through her—but he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting until both of their orgasms had passed, then collapsed on top of her.

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