Page 35 of Pride & Precedents

"Henry, I'm going to…ah…I'm going to cum if you don't stop soon."

I smile against her skin and increase the pace of my fingers on her clit. She whimpers in response.

"That's the idea."

The trembling in her thighs gets stronger and I plunge two fingers into her aching pussy without warning. Her warmwetness grips my fingers and I press down strongly on her clit with my thumb, pushing her over the edge.

"Fuck, Henry! F-Fuck!"

She screams into my shoulder as her orgasm overtakes her and I have the sudden urge to beat my chest like a caveman. Her ecstasy is tantalizing, and I'm now painfully hard and leaking like a faucet.

Her breathing slows as she comes back down from her high. She lifts her head and looks up at me shyly. She gestures to my raging hard-on.

"Sorry to leave you hanging. I don't usually like to cum alone, but you caught me by surprise."

I shrug, happy to let my climax take a backseat in favor of her satisfaction. She reaches for my belt buckle.

"Here. Let me—" I take both her hands in mine and kiss her softly on the cheek.

"There's no need. Honestly, that was perfect."

She worries her lips between her teeth.

"You don't want me to…?"

I shake my head and give her hands a reassuring squeeze.

"I told you I like to take my time, Ms. Sanchez. Have a good evening."

I step away and head for the door, leaving her panting in her kitchen. Sure, I've got blue balls now, but I can tell from the feel of her, from the sound of her, from how she responded to my silent instructions, that she's worth the wait.

Chapter fifteen

Henry

"Pay up, bro! I told you he'd slip up!"

Noah's face looks especially punchable as Cory begrudgingly hands him a $20 over the mac and cheese. Mom's outdone herself with this week's family dinner, opting for a soul food theme complete with mac and cheese, cornbread, green beans, fried catfish, and oxtails. Adam and his fiancée, Maya, are here, and, since she's African-American, Mom decided not to include fried chicken. I personally don't think there's anything inherently racist about fried chicken—anyone who pretends not to love it is lying through their teeth and hopefully Maya doesn't think she's marrying into a family of bigots—but Mom's always been thoughtful to a fault. Besides, making someone more comfortable is definitely worth missing out on one of my favorite foods.

"Boys, did you seriously bet on whether your brother would start dating his paralegal?"

Mom levels a stern look directly at Noah, who has the grace to hang his head.

"'Dating' wasn't exactly the word," Cory mumbles under his breath, and I elbow him hard enough to cause a coughing fit. Maya's eyes are twinkling at the exchange and she's wearing a small smile, but she says nothing. Cory is shameless as usual.

"I assumed Henry was too uptight to ever bend the rules. He's probably got starch in his boxers right now."

He rolls his eyes at my glare.

"And I—" Noah interrupts, "told Cory that if he'd seen Henry, Jr. and Camila together, he'd know that was a sucker's bet."

Mom continues to look horrified that her sons would make such an ungentlemanly bet and turns to Adam.

"What about you? Were you in on this ridiculous wager?"

Adam holds up his hands in surrender.

"Of course not, Mom. I respect women too much to make them the subject of such tawdry conversation."

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