and up her throat to her face, and her muscles tightened in a continuous clenching that dragged his fingers deeper. Henry murmured, “Just relax and let go, baby. I’ve got you.”
Ophelia’s head tossed on his pillow as she struggled and moved, a hint of desperation in every jerk of her hips and the way she touched herself. Henry hummed against her and thrust his hand deeper, curling his fingers until he found...
She came off the bed with a shriek, her heels digging into the mattress and his side, and her channel nearly crushed his fingers as her muscles seized up. She groaned and froze, back arched off the bed, and her mouth hung open as he kept licking and sucking at her clit. The orgasm rolled through her and kept on coming; her whole body turned red and flushed, and he almost thought she stopped breathing. Her legs closed around his head, thighs tight against his ears, and he didn’t mind it for a second.
She twitched as he moved his hand and withdrew his fingers, and she caught his wrist before he could impale her again. She managed to breathe, “Wait,” and he held off.
He breathed against her, still desperate to taste more of her, and watched as her breathing started to even out and some of the new tension melted from her frame. Henry liked having her a sweaty mess in his bed. He pushed up on his elbows to watch her, to enjoy the fruits of his labor, and occasionally dipped his head to breathe against her more. Her thighs tried to close around him again and then abruptly fell open on the bed. She flushed more, but he didn’t think it was the same as before.
Ophelia’s voice cracked as she said, “Wow. That was...”
“Just the first of many,” he murmured, and nipped at the sensitive skin right above her clit. Henry elbow-crawled up her body, letting her feel his weight and how much he wanted her as his cock slid against her thigh. “The only question is how adventurous you want to be.”
She could hardly open her eyes, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. “If that’s the kind of adventure you’re promising, I think I might find some courage somewhere.”
He chuckled and lay on his side, tracing shapes on her stomach as he watched her expression. “No need for courage. Just…trust.”
“That’s even rarer than courage,” Ophelia said under her breath. But she didn’t pull away, just exhaled.
“Then I have a great idea,” he said. She’d feel more in control on top, and, well... if he enjoyed the hell out of watching her ride him, then more the better. Henry moved to his back and absently stroked his cock, on the edge of desperate to feel her against him, and rested his free hand on her side to encourage her to move over him.
Ophelia eyed him dubiously, her cheeks pink as she eyed his junk, and she moved to her knees next to his hip. “I haven’t really...”
He swallowed a groan of pure need. That was the look that did him in—sweet, a little uncertain, but willing. God, she was so willing. Henry pushed up on his elbows to kiss her, then caught her wrist to help guide her into straddling his thighs. “Then we’ll start slow, and if you fall off... Well, you know what they say about getting back on the horse.”
And he waggled his eyebrows at her.
She smiled, flushing more, and braced her hands on his chest. She squirmed where she balanced on his thighs, still looking around like she didn’t know where to start, and he had a moment to regret his plan. She might kill him. She might actually kill him with how sexy and fucking amazing she was. He’d straight up die if he had to admire her naked body and feel her thighs and didn’t get to feel more of her.
Henry grabbed her hips and encouraged her to move, and clenched his jaw against the urge to lift his hips and plunge into her. Trust. They needed to work on trust, and getting himself off didn’t come into the picture. Maybe eventually. Or he’d have to take the coldest shower in the history of the world just to let her get some sleep. He tried counting by sevens, his usual trick for pushing off an orgasm, as he moved Ophelia forward until her slick folds slid along his cock, trapped between her and his stomach. Her eyebrows arched in surprise as