Page 136 of Enthrall Shadows
I stepped forward into the towel that he held open for me. He dried water droplets off my body with long sweeps of the towel.
“I’m still up for a revenge fuck,” I teased.
He grinned. “Or something decadent.”
“Oh?”
Henry’s finger slid over his wristwatch. He pressed his fingertip to an app. “How about this one?”
Familiar notes rose from his watch.
Neil Diamond’s sultry baritone singing “Holly Holy”echoed around us, the song’s emotional lyrics conveying the precious love a woman gives a wounded man.
As if we’d rehearsed it, we both tossed our towels aside.
With my hand in his palm and my other around his shoulder, we slowed danced in a tight circle. Rocking together, both of us naked and yet warmed by each other’s bodies.
A classic song for a classic man, though way before his time. I knew there was a story there. He’d share it one day.
The sticky heat from outside was finding its way in here.
“They might hear,” I whispered.
“Fuck’em.” He tilted me backwards and then brought me up quickly to kiss my cheek.
Around and around we went, stealing precious time just for us, a slow pattern of togetherness. My heart soared with this precious connection.
Healing has a strange way of finding you. Sometimes it storms its way into your life and forces you free. Other times, it quietly whispers you were right all along.
All of this offered him vindication. I sensed the profoundness of that fact.
“This is our song,” I whispered.
“This is our song,” he repeated softly.
As the music faded, we stepped apart.
“Let me nurture you,” I offered.
Kneeling, I took his erection in my hand. “We can make the rest of this stay about you.”
His eyelids looked heavy. “About us.”
Leaning forward, I pressed my lips into a tight pout against his cock, easing the head inside my mouth, taking him deep to the back of my throat.
He growled as his erection grew.
This closeness, this intimacy flowing with ease, was a connectedness that felt as sacred as this place.
Glancing up, I admired the way his tall frame hovered over me, like a proud king ruling over his consort, his dark hair framing that stark intensity as he watched me.
Pressing my hands to his thighs, I massaged his taut muscles, making a memory of this.
Time dissolved as I proved how much I cared for him, lowering my head to take his soft sacs into my mouth to suckle, their texture a contrast to his hefty, rock hard shaft in my grasp.
If only I could reach back into time with this special connection and prevent him being hurt, betrayed or harmed.
In my mind I saw flashes of us rolling around the tent at dawn, his passion and strength in the way he maneuvered me, giving me the sense he could protect me from anything.
