Page 30 of As They Are (Strawberry Springs #2)

Henry’s teeth sank into my bottom lip before his hand covered my breast. My nipples were sensitive from my first orgasm, and I whined and shamelessly ground myself against his hardness.

His hand applied pressure. “Stay still.”

It killed me to follow his order, but I did. He let go of my breast and trailed down to my pussy again. This time, a finger pressed inside of me.

One finger was enough for my core to clamp down on.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he said into my lips. “Are you always this wet?”

I could only tell the truth. “No.”

“Then it’s all for me.”

He thrust his hand, his finger plunging deep before pulling nearly all the way out. I tightened with every movement.

“You’re gonna need some work if I’m gonna fuck you.”

“N-no.” I needed him inside of me. I was losing my mind. “I can take it. I promise.”

“Can you?” He added a second finger.

“Fuck,” I managed, though barely. I wanted to prove that I was ready so badly, to be so good that he would fuck me. But I couldn’t help that my pussy was contracting, tightening around the first thing it would find. I was so revved up. So ready.

And yet I was going over the edge just by his fingers alone. “I’m gonna ...” I trailed off as the first wave started, body tightening as I came again. Henry didn’t slow down the pace. In fact, he picked it up, curving his fingers to my G-spot, which only made pleasure rush through me even harder.

“I could do this all day,” he said.

“No,” I whined. “I want your cock. I fucking need it. Stop being a giver and take something.”

“Buttercup, I think you’ll be the one taking it.”

“Let me. Please, please, please .”

His hand finally went to his own pants, and he took them and his underwear off in one go. When his cock finally sprang free, my mouth watered.

Seeing it was so much better than only feeling it. I reached out and pumped it, reveling in the way he shuddered. Finally, I was affecting him for once.

“I have so many ideas,” I said, running my hand up and down him again. “So many ways to drive you wild like you did me.”

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”

I did. But I also wanted to take his cum down my throat. I bit my lip, unsure of what to do for our first and only time doing this.

“You said you wanted to take it,” he added.

A thrill of excitement rushed through me as he reached into a drawer to pull out a condom. Once it was slid on, he lined up with my pussy.

I wrapped my legs around him again, not letting him escape. He responded by pushing in, just an inch.

I gasped again. One inch and he was stretching me wide. What would all of him do?

“This is why I wanted to take my time,” he said, his mouth kissing the sensitive place under my ear, then he leaned over me. “This is why you listen.”

He had that voice again, the one that made all thoughts leave my mind.

“Are you gonna order me around, or are you gonna fuck me?”

Now his teeth grazed the skin. “I can do both.”

I tried to think of a smart-ass reply, but he pushed in deeper, stretching me even more. He pulled out before going back inside, working me open with slow, controlled thrusts. I struggled to breathe each time that I thought he was fully inside of me. He kept getting deeper and deeper in.

This method was true torture, but I must have loved it, because I could feel the heat again. My core was tightening around him, even though he was opening up all of me.

“You’re about to come again,” he groaned. “I can feel it.”

“I don’t know what’s happening,” I said. “This isn’t how it usually goes for me.”

“Good. I want you to remember this.”

I would. Even if it ended right that second.

But he pulled all the way out. I only had a moment to feel empty before he surged all the way in.

“Henry.” His name came out like a curse. Or a prayer. I wasn’t sure which.

“Wren,” he responded as he pulled out again. “Are you gonna come on my cock? Are you gonna let me feel it?”

My toes tightened. “I want to.”

“You will. I know you will.” His thrusts sped up, and with this new force, he was reaching parts of me that I didn’t know existed. I dragged my nails down his back, eyes closed again. He was so fucking hard. So fucking deep. There was nothing else I could do but come again.

Everything tightened one last time, releasing in a perfect explosion. My sight went black and every one of his movements sent another wave jolting through me. I screamed his name as I felt it hit me over and over again.

Henry cursed under his breath and slammed into me one last time. I held onto him hard, my orgasm still racing through my body. Then I felt him jerking inside of me as his lips captured mine one more time.

Or one last time. One last time for just the two of us.

Henry pulled away, eyes meeting mine as I caught my breath. I was heaving, both totally satisfied and begging to do it again.

“W-Wren,” he said. “I?—”

My phone rang, breaking my focus.

“Fuck,” I said as I checked the time. “I have to get back to the set. I’m late for, like, five things.”

I gathered my clothes and dressed quickly before running out the door.

Henry didn’t get a word in, not even to tell me to take it easy.

That should have been my first sign something was wrong.