Page 29 of Entangled
“Yes.”
“Good.” He slides his grip to my breasts, cupping them through my nightgown, then rubs circles on my nipples. “How about this?”
My knees buckle. “Oh, God, yes. Don’t stop.”
“Why do you still have clothes on?” He shoves the flannel material up over my hips without waiting for my reply, then suddenly freezes. He pulls back to stare at my face. Disbelief colors his deep brown eyes. “Are you seriously wearing a onesie under this?”
“It’s called a bodysuit, dummy.”
His gaze travels down my tiger print torso, lingering between my legs. “Call it whatever the fuck you like. I want it off.”
“So, take it off me.”
“Say less.” He lifts my arms over my head and unceremoniously yanks on the sleeves of my nightgown like he’s trying to strip a mannequin.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Undressing you, Princess. Get with the program.”
The thought of him removing my warm flannel in the drafty kitchen makes me shiver. Good thing he doesn’t need to completely strip me to get what he wants.
“You really are dense.” I grab one of his wrists and guide his hand to the row of snaps between my legs. “They’re here for a reason.”
I’ve listened to dozens of men orgasm on Myst. Maybe even hundreds. The feral growl that leaves Henry’s chest is the hottest sound I’ve ever heard.
Instead of unsnapping me, he drops to his knees.
Clamping his hands on my thighs, he shoves my legs apart and buries his face between them. His breath heats the damp satin covering my pussy, and I gasp as the reality of what’s happening finally hits me. I just had my first kiss, and he’s already got his mouth places that have only ever seen my touch. I consider giving him a heads up but decide against it.
There’s no way in hell I’m slowing him down.
Desperate to feel him closer, I spear my fingers into his thick, black hair and tug the strands. He tightens his hold on me and groans.
I’ve never felt like this. Equal parts vulnerable and powerful. To actually see a man—in the flesh—so wildly turned on by me, is a high I never imagined feeling. Before I can catch my breath, he uses his teeth to rip open the snaps.
Then he puts his mouth on me. All it takes is one swipe of his tongue.
Now he owns me.
Tightening his grip on my thighs, he licks me up and down in a slow tease. I have a collection of toys that simulate what he’s doing. They don’t compare. I’m discovering it feels a hell of a lot more intense when someone else pleasures you.
He flicks his tongue over my clit, licking and sucking with the enthusiasm of someone determined to savor every last drop of caramel in their ice cream bowl. It’s too much. Too good. I squeeze his face between my thighs.
“Not happening, Princess.” Henry lifts one of my legs and drapes it over his shoulder, spreading me wide open again. “This pussy is mine now. Mine to lick. Mine to fuck. Don’t you dare close your legs.”
My knees wobble with his possessive tone. “But I’m gonna fall.”
“Won’t let you.” He peers from beneath a fringe of sinfully long lashes as he slides a finger inside me. Then another. He rubs places only Thor has ever touched, stroking and tantalizing me like he was born for the task.
Maybe this is my loneliness talking, but my silicone god of thunder doesn’t compare. Not even in all his golden, vibrating glory. None of my toys come close to what Henry is doing.
His tongue makes featherlight circles on my clit as he resumes his tease, much slower now. As soon as I get close to orgasming, he pulls back and kisses my inner thighs instead.
“Henry.” I tug his hair, desperate to soothe the ache inside. “Please don’t stop.”
Increasing the pressure, he drags his tongue over my clit again but keeps his movements agonizingly slow. His eyes never leave my face as he licks and kisses like he’s got all the time in the world. The leisurely pace is driving me insane. My orgasm hovers in the periphery, just out of reach. Right now, I’ll do just about anything if he lets me come.
“I need…”
