Page 19 of No Strings Attached
“I have protection. If we’re doing this…” He doesn’t finish the sentence.
“I’m on the pill,” I confirm.
He searches my face, then nods and kisses me again.
What follows isn’t fast or frenzied. It’s slow.Intentional.As promised.
Henson angles his cock at my entrance and pushes in. A breath gets stuck in my throat as I adjust to the feel and size of him. He’s so big, his body practically dwarfing mine, making me feel even smaller beneath him. And for some reason, that turns me on even more.
He kisses me in between each thrust, his lips brushing my neck, my shoulder—anywhere he can reach. With every movement, Henson whispers words that make my whole body ache.
“You feel too good wrapped around me,” he groans. “Tight. Perfect.” He slightly pulls out and pushes back in, making my back arch, and I almost see stars. “Fuck.”
My fingers curl into his back as I try to hold on, but I’m already slipping. I close my eyes.
“Look at me, Amira,” he orders, and I do.
His gaze locks onto mine, burning. “You’re mine tonight. No one else gets you like this.”
A sound escapes me—half gasp, half moan. He kisses it from my mouth.
Henson’s name slips from my lips more times than I can count, sometimes in a whisper, sometimes a cry.
“Come for me,” he demands, his voice breaking just enough to let me feel how close he is. “I’ve got you, baby girl. I’ve got you.”
My body tightens, clenches around him like he’s the only thing tethering me to the earth. Pleasure crashes over me in waves, hot and overwhelming, ripping through me with no mercy. My fingers grip his shoulders, nails digging in as I fall apart.
“You’re perfect.” Henson almost slows to a stop. “Such a good fucking girl.”
After a few breaths, his movements pick up again, faster now, rougher, each thrust stealing the air from my lungs. A scream rips from my throat as I cling to him, our bodies locked, my heart still racing from my climax.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re so fucking tight around me.”
I whimper, his words wrecking me in a way that’s almost unbearable.
“You love this, don’t you?” He pants, driving deeper, harder. “You like being ruined by me.”
I nod helplessly, too far gone to pretend otherwise. I never want it to end.
“Tell me how much you love my cock, baby. I bet no one has ever made you feel this good.”
“I—God—yes.” I gasp, nails digging into his back. “I love it. I love how you feel. Don’t stop.”
“That’s it. Take every fucking inch.”
My body pulses around him, already so close.
“Come for me again.” His hand slides between us, his fingers finding my clit.
And I do—shattering for him, crying out his name as my body clenches and trembles violently around him. He follows with a deep, guttural sound, thrusting hard once, twice morebefore he lets go, burying himself deep and holding me like he never wants to let go.
We’re breathless and wrecked.
And in the wreckage, I already know I’ll never be the same.
I’m so fucked.
By the time we collapse into the sheets, my limbs are heavy, my chest rising and falling as if I’ve just run a marathon. My head rests on Henson’s shoulder as his fingers trace lazy circles along my spine.
