Page 109 of Painted Truths

His movements are delightfully slow and measured, his long, thick hardness pressing against the swollen nerve centre inside me with every delicious thrust.

“You think you’re funny, do you?”

I’m so focused on the tingling that’s spreading throughout my extremities, I don’t answer him. I can’t.

“Answer me, Peach.”

I try to nod, but I’m a slave to sensation, the slow rhythm so at odds with how we usually come together. He reaches between us, rubbing my engorged clit, spreading my juice across my lips and nub in divine circles, driving me higher and higher while keeping up the slow, deep fucking hitting that sweet spot inside of me—over and over again.

Until he withdraws, looking down to where the head of his cock is sitting on my wet centre, covered and glistening with my slickness. He grasps himself to tap his dick repeatedly on my clit, drawing a low moan of pleasure from deep within my chest.

“Do.” Tap.

“You.” Tap.

“Think.” Tap.

“You’re.” Tap.

“Funny?” And upon gritting out the final word, he pulls me up onto his lap, sinking his cock deep inside, the new angle in the aftermath of the taps from his wet cock to my throbbing nub almost too sublime, but I, somehow, choke out an affirmative, because hello?

Yes, I’m very fucking funny.

My answer seems to set him in motion as he seizes my hips in both hands and moves me up and down on his cock, setting a punishing pace while using me to get both of us off.

All the while, his green eyes hold mine, looking deep down inside me as his hips piston up and down, in and out; the intensity in his gaze, the searing heat, the longing—it’s too much.

“Henry, yes, yes, fuck me harder. I’m almost there. Harder.”

He pulls me against him, burying his face in the nape of my neck, his pants of exertion hot on my skin as I feel his hand move from my hip, around my ass to my pussy, drawing a finger through the wetness, gathering my juices as he feels where we’re joined. Extracting a surprised yelp as he moves his slick finger back to my untouched puckered hole, he inserts the barest tip while maintaining the ferocious speed he’s built up as he fucks my pussy.

He simultaneously bites the sensitive spot on my neck, driving me wild with wanton abandon.

It’s all too much. And instantly, I’m hurtling off the edge, shouting Henry’s name at the top of my lungs as I come harder than ever before.

Henry follows with a long bellow, and I feel hot jets of his essence fill me as his cock pulses in my overwrought pussy, sending shivers of prolonged pleasure through my core, propelling them throughout my entire body.

As we both come down, he pulls back to place a gentle kiss on my forehead before meeting my eyes. Our intermingled breaths are short pants while we both descend from a height, with Henry reaching solid ground before I do.

“I’m not afraid of being all in this with you, Peach. And if that were to mean kids sooner than later, sign me the fuck up. I can’t say it any more clearly than this.”

His eyes are so intense on my own that I feel like I would happily drown in a sea of green and gold.

“I want you. I want us. I want nothing between us ever again. Secrets, lies, miscommunication, even a goddamn condom—nothing will separate us ever again. I want everything, Olivia Parker. I want everything with you.”

We’re brought back to earth with a bang later that evening when he gets a call that he’s needed back in New York to settle the ruffled feathers of one irate board member, though he manages to put off flying out until the following day.

We spend the night, once more, wrapped up in each other until the sun shines through the cracks in my apartment blinds before we drift off to sleep, wrapped in the safety of each other’s embrace.

I wake several hours later to an empty bed with a note tied to a single blue rose, putting an unwilling smile on my lips, even though I’m heartsick he’s left without saying goodbye.

Please forgive me.

You look too peaceful to rouse, Peach.

And honestly, if I wake you, I doubt I’ll ever leave.

I hope to be back over the weekend, but I’ll call and email while I’m gone.