Page 48 of Stronger Than Fate
“Come for me, darling,” he whispered, “I don't think I can hold back any longer.”
He began to penetrate me harder and I pressed against him, wrapped my legs around him, and with just a couple more thrusts, I exploded in a powerful and prolonged orgasm that left me on the edge of unconsciousness. The rhythmic contractions of my muscles triggered Henry's orgasm as he released inside me with that incomparable sensation of pleasure that took him to the limits of sanity and made him growl with pleasure. He collapsed on top of me with a rough grunt and remained motionless, experiencing that delicious exhaustion and satiety that comes from the pleasure we'd shared.
After several minutes, he raised his head and looked at me with a special gleam in his eyes, gave me a soft kiss on the lips and withdrew from me. He removed the condom and settled beside me, hugging me tightly against his body.
“Damn, this is wonderful!” he stated. “Tonight you're staying to sleep with me.”
“I can't stay, I have to work tomorrow.”
“Me too, but we'll get up early and I'll take you to the hotel.”
“Henry, I came in my car,” I reminded him.
“You can leave it here and you'll have an excuse to come back,” he said, smiling.
“I think it's better if I go, so we don't have to get up so early.”
He lifted my chin so I would look at him, and the intensity of his gaze made me shiver.
“I want you to sleep by my side.”
My heart danced wildly in my chest, but I forced myself not to overthink it. I caressed his face and smiled; I couldn't refuse that request.
“Alright, I'll stay.”
He smiled and hugged me tighter. I rested my head on his chest and fell asleep instantly.
I woke up feeling hot. Once again Henry was enveloping me with his arms and legs, his chest pressed against my back. Very carefully, I turned until I was facing him. I observed him sleeping peacefully for a few seconds, still unable to believe everything that had happened between us, everything I had experienced with him, as well as being surprised to have him by my side. I moved closer slowly and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He moved a little and mumbled something unintelligible that made me smile, but he continued sleeping. After much maneuvering, I managed to get out of bed, picked up my clothesthat had been left on the floor, and went to one of the bathrooms outside his bedroom to avoid waking him with the noise. When I was ready, I headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. While I was looking for the coffee, I felt him standing behind me and hugging me around the waist.
“Why did you abandon me?” he asked, kissing my neck.
I turned and put my arms around his neck.
“Good morning, champion,” I greeted him, and gave him a sweet kiss on his lips.
“Good morning, beautiful. Why did you get up and leave me alone?” he asked, looking into my eyes without blinking.
“You were deeply asleep and I preferred to let you rest because it was still early.”
“My body yearns for you,” he said, and began to leave a trail of kisses down my neck.
How could he say he wasn't romantic? These displays of romance that came to him naturally were a clear example that he was. And boy, did he achieve his goal! Each of his words accelerated my heart and melted me inside. Even so, I was clear that I shouldn't confuse romance with love; the former was just a way of expressing oneself and love was a feeling. The problem I faced was that Henry attracted me both physically and emotionally, and I was sure that what he felt for me was simply lust, passion.
“See how my body yearns for you,” he said, and took my hand and brought it to his groin so I could feel his erection.
And that confirmed it. His body yearned for me, his heart did not.
“We're going to have to do something about this needy part,” I whispered against his lips without stopping my caresses.
Henry closed his eyes and began to pant. When I was about to pull down his pajama pants, the sound of the door opening startled us. I quickly moved away from him, and Henry positioned himself behind the kitchen counter to hide his prominent erection.
“It’s Jacinta, the lady who takes care of the cleaning. I had forgotten she was coming today,” he informed me.
I straightened my clothes and went back to what I was doing before being pleasantly distracted.
“Good morning, Jacinta. How have you been?” Henry greeted, without leaving his spot.
“Good morning,” I greeted, looking at her with a smile.
