Page 31 of Finding English

Her thumb swiped off the bead of precum on the crown, and he twitched, giving her a sense of the power.

“I need to be inside you,” Henry groaned, his voice like broken glass yet still holding the delicious British accent she loved.

“I want you, Henry.”

He brought his head up to hers as he kissed her neck, causing a shiver to ripple down her spine as he bit down on her pulse. Her hands pushed at his shorts until he kicked them away, and she felt his dick against her nether lips, so close to where she craved him.

Lifting, he pulled open his bedside draw and reached inside. Quickly rolling a condom down his length, he settled back between her thighs. His hand moved over her brow, pushing her hair off her face with a gentle touch.

“Are you sure about this?”

That he would take the time to ask her again when she’d made it clear what she wanted only made her more certain. “Make love to me, Henry.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

His grin made her smile in return as he pushed into her slowly but firmly, not stopping until he was buried inside her body. The stretch and burn of his cock inside her were delicious as nerve endings long forgotten began to wake.

“You feel so fucking good.”

Her hands reached for his head, pulling him down to kiss him as she began to move, their bodies falling into a rhythm only they could hear. The push and pull as they each chased their climax, coming together in a perfect union. Her body began to quiver, her toes curled as her legs shook from the intense feeling rushing through her as his pelvis hit her clit on every inward stroke.

“Hurry, baby. I can’t hold on. You feel too good.”

The sound of his voice had her orgasm rocking through her on a wave of pleasure, her body pulsing as he kissed her, lights flashing behind her eyelids, his movements jerky as he found his release inside of her. He never stopped kissing her from the start to the last shiver. He kissed her, every emotion in his body telegraphing to her, and she knew he experienced it too when he stopped and looked down at her with wonder in his beautiful gray eyes.

“You felt it too!” Cassie said in a whisper as the magnitude of what they’d shared filtered through her brain. That hadn’t merely been sex or even making love, it had been so much more than she could put into words. It had been unique, two minds that fit together so well it was as if they were opposite of one piece.

“That was like nothing I’ve ever felt. It was everything. You’re everything, Cassie.”

He dropped a kiss on her open lips, curling his tongue with hers in a languid stroke before he withdrew from her body, causing a loss she didn’t like.

Lying lazily on the bed, her limbs boneless, she watched him come back to the bedroom with a washcloth, his body beautifully magnificent in its nudity. He tenderly wiped away the evidence of their lovemaking before tossing the cloth back in the en-suite bathroom and slipped into his shorts before passing her the tee she’d been wearing.

“Much as I want you naked against me all night, I don’t want Michaela wandering in here and asking why mommy is naked.”

As he pulled her into his arms, she signed and snuggled closer, laying her head on his shoulder as his arms held her close.

Tiredness tugged at her, the events of the last few weeks, along with the release he had given her, the comfort of being in his arms, lulled her into a deep sleep.