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“You’re driving me insane,” he says hoarsely.
I look up at him, into his gorgeous blue eyes, and clench my internal muscles so I’m gripping him. He blinks slowly, then begins to move with long, deep thrusts, almost withdrawing before burying himself back inside me again.
Oh he wants me, and I’m so happy I could cry. As he kisses me, I stroke up his arms, then across his broad back, feeling his defined muscles. He’s so big—I love that. His mouth moves over mine, and then I part my lips and our tongues tangle, and we both groan again.
This was what I wanted—to be desired, to be needed. He’s trying to take it slow, but I can feel the willpower it’s taking him to hold back. And when he gives in to his body’s urge to thrust and goes deeper, I moan against his lips.
He lifts his head, breathing hard. “Slowly,” he scolds. “Let’s make it last.”
But I shake my head. “No. Please.”
He sighs and kisses me. “All right, baby girl. Tell me what you want?” He kisses my nose. “What do you need?”
“I just want you to want me.”
“I do, Juliette. Can’t you tell?”
“Show me how much.” I don’t know how to make it any clearer. I’m too shy to tell him I want him to fuck me as if his life depends on it.
He looks into my eyes, and he must see the yearning in them, because he withdraws with a growl. Before I can complain, he moves off me, tugs my arm, and rolls me over onto my front. Then he pushes up my knee, positions himself between my legs, and guides himself down into me again.
“You should be careful what you wish for,” he states, lowering down so his mouth is close to my ear. Then he pushes his hips forward and buries himself inside me again.
I moan and bite the pillow. Oh, in this position he’s so deep…
“Like this, Juliette?” he asks silkily, beginning to thrust.
“Yes…” I whisper. “Oh God, yes…”
He wraps my hair around his hand and pulls it so I have to lift my head. “I can’t hear you,” he murmurs in my ear.
“Ahhh… yes…” I close my eyes. “Please…”
He gives in and starts to thrust properly, driving into me until his hips meet the back of my thighs with an audible smack.
I squeal and bury my face in the pillow again. He’s hot and heavy on top of me, and I can’t do anything as he thrusts inside me except lie there and take it, and it’s so damn marvelous it makes me want to cry, and oh God I’m definitely drunk, but it’s absolutely amazing and I can’t stop now…
He slides a hand beneath me and tugs my nipple, and I clench around him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers in my ear. “Do you know how long I’ve dreamed about this? Fantasized about having you at my mercy?” He slows down a little, driving me mad with his slow, leisurely thrusts. “I’d watch you in the boardroom, talking about everyday things, and I’d picture you like this, bent over the table, naked beneath me, your gorgeous hair spread over your back, and I’d imagine what your breasts and nipples looked like, and how you tasted…”
“Ahhh… Henry…”
“And I’d wonder what you sound like when you come, and how it would feel to know I’d given you pleasure…”
I groan. I can already feel it building inside me again. “Oh God…”
“Are you going to come for me again, angel?”
“Yes…”
He steps up the pace, pounding into me, and that’s it—it’s too much—I clamp around him and squeal as I clench, so powerfully it makes me see stars.
He doesn’t stop, thrusting all the way through my climax, and I come and I come, so hard it almost hurts.
“Ah I’m so fucking in love with you,” he says as he drives into me, “you’re mine now, say it.”
“Henry…”
