Page 29 of When We Were More (Aron Falls #1)

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“What are you doing here? Where are the girls?”

It comes out as a whisper. I think it’s because I know exactly what Henry’s doing here. It’s the same thing I’ve been talking myself out of doing for the last couple of hours.

“The girls are with my mother. Overnight.”

We watch each other in silence. I’m sure we’re both aware that whatever happens here is likely to change everything. What we do next matters.

“Are you going to invite me in?”

I step aside and nod.

He walks over the threshold to the wooden floors in my foyer.

He’s still in what he was wearing earlier, and I look like a scrub.

It was intentional to keep me from going over to his house.

I’m wearing yoga tights and the old college sweatshirt I stole from Joe.

He closes the door and kicks off his shoes, all without taking his eyes off me.

“It didn’t work, tiger. It made things worse for me.”

“Me too.” I peer up at him through hooded eyes, feeling almost drugged by the tension in the air. “Should we try it again? Maybe it wasn’t long enough…”

“I don’t think that’s it, but I’m willing to give it a try.” God, he looks sexy with that grin on his face.

He takes my hand and leads me into the living room to my couch. He sits and tugs me toward him. Oh, my God, is he trying to pull me onto his lap?

“Sit,” he growls. His hands are on my hips now, pulling me nearer to him.

I resist. “No, I’m too?—”

“Don’t you dare say too heavy, Matilda. You are perfect.” His eyes bore into mine. I see no hint of insincerity there. “Sit. Please.” His voice is gentler now, as if he’s aware of how nervous I am.

“Like, straddle you?” I choke out. “Or wrap my legs around you?” Now I’m practically whispering, and heat rises in my cheeks.

“However, you want, as long as this part of you—” he keeps his hand on the front of my hips but takes his thumbs and runs them down my body, stopping inches from my center “—is touching that part of me.” He glances down at a very obvious erection pressing against his jeans.

I don’t mean to, but I moan. Then he gently uses his hands on my hips to guide me onto his lap.

I choose to wrap my legs around him, and when his body contacts my pelvis, the sensations it causes in my body are phenomenal. I lean my head back and groan. Henry takes the opportunity and shifts forward, kissing me on my exposed neck.

“Oh, God. That’s so nice, Henry.”

He chuckles. “I’m just getting started. If you want me to, if you’ll let me, I plan to show your body pleasure until you can’t take anymore.”

My heart pounds in my chest. I lift my head and tilt back to look into his eyes.

“Henry, it’s been a long time for me and…” I can’t hold his gaze, so I lower mine.

He puts two fingers under my chin and gently lifts it until our eyes meet. He brushes his fingertips over my cheek and then tucks my hair behind my ear.

“And what, Matilda? There’s nothing you could say that would make me not want you.”

I swallow past the lump in my throat. “It’s been a while, and even though I was married, I don’t have a lot of experience. My ex was usually in a rush. I’m probably very… very vanilla.”

He smiles at me, and it’s beautiful and sexy at the same time.

“First of all, what a dumbass he was not to take the time to worship this body of yours. To not appreciate it and show you all the ways you can feel amazing.” He cups my cheek with one hand and moves the other lower.

I’m not sure what he’s doing until pleasure consumes me as he brushes his thumb across my nipple, over my shirt.

“We’re going to rectify that tonight. But before we do, I have two rules. Okay?”

“What are they?” I can barely get the words out as I’m distracted by him playing with my nipple.

He goes from the gentlest touch to squeezing with exactly the right amount of pressure, and then he does this rolling thing between his fingers.

It feels wonderful. Add in the fact that I’ve unconsciously started rubbing my core across his firm cock, and I nearly come undone.

“You don’t insult your body or put yourself down, and you never, ever, bring that prick up again when I’m about to fuck you.”

Holy shit, did he really say that? My lower belly quivers.

“You’re about to fuck me?” I whisper.

He leans forward and places a soft kiss at the side of my mouth.

“I am. I’m about to do a lot of things to you.”

He brushes his lips over mine and presses a kiss to the other side.

I don’t know what possesses me, but I lean into his mouth and slide the tip of my tongue along the seam between his lips.

That’s all it takes to set him off. His mouth presses against my lips, and his tongue dances with mine as a hand weaves into my hair.

The other hand, the one he’s been using to play with my nipple, now cups my breast under my sweatshirt, and his thumb strokes lines across the sensitive skin.

I waste no time in sliding my hands up under his shirt.

I have to touch his skin or I’m sure I’ll die.

When my hand meets the hard planes of his chest and ab muscles, I grow even more turned on.

I imagine that these muscles will help hold him over me while he fucks me. The thought makes my core ache.

He continues to kiss me but backs off long enough to rasp out, “Off,” as he grips my sweatshirt by the sides and lifts it over my head. When it’s off and tossed to the side, he pulls back and looks at me.

The only thing I still have on up top is my lacy black bra. The temptation to say something self-deprecating is strong, but I stop myself.

“God, you’re even more beautiful than I thought you’d be.

” His words don’t sound like mere platitudes of a man trying to get in my pants.

I think he means them. It makes me feel sexy…

and brave. I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, letting the straps fall down my arms before I slip it off.

“Fuuuck.” Henry’s eyes are focused on my chest now, and both hands are cupping my breasts.

Suddenly, I need more control of my body, and I wiggle my legs from around him, then position my knees at his side.

I’ve figured out this position will allow me to move easier.

Henry brings his lips to one of my nipples and sucks it into his mouth. My God, it’s incredible. I can’t stop myself from rocking on his cock, needing some relief from the tension building there.

“That’s my girl, take what you need from me, baby.” He murmurs the words around my nipple, and it somehow increases the pressure even more.

“Henry… I need…”

“Tell me. Tell me what you need.”

“I need to come,” I whisper. “Please.”

He’s moving his mouth up to my neck and plants kisses, nips, and licks there. One hand cups a breast, and the other splays across my ass.

“How would you like to come?”

I slow my movements. “I-I have options?”

An amused laugh escapes him. “You have lots of options. Do you want to hear them?” He whispers the words near my ear and then resumes covering my neck with his mouth.

“Yes, I want to hear them. Say them close to my ear like that. I… I liked that.”

His mouth moves near my ear again, and I shiver.

“I could fuck you with my cock. In any position you want. Even how we’re sitting now.

” God, his words make my pussy throb with need.

I roll against him a little faster, pressing harder.

“I could make you come with my hand, filling you with my fingers, pumping in and out of you, and stroking back and forth over your G-spot.”

I tense. He notices and pulls back, his eyes searching mine.

“What is it?” His voice is kind, sweet, almost. Nothing like what he-whose-name-we-shall-not-say-here would be. He’d get very angry at me if I showed any discomfort—emotional or physical—during sex. Or he’d say there was something wrong with me if I didn’t have an orgasm.

“I don’t think I have one. You should probably have that info going into this so you don’t waste your time.”

“One what?” He sounds legitimately confused.

“A G-spot. I’m pretty sure I don’t have one.”

His eyes darken. “You do have one, Matilda. If someone never located it before, it’s because you’ve been with men who didn’t know what they were doing or were too lazy to find it. Neither of those things describe me, and I’ll prove to you that you have one. Okay?”

I stare at him for a moment. The intensity in his eyes, the confidence in his words nearly undo me.

“What if you’re wrong?” I whisper.

“I’m not.” He plants a tender kiss on my lips. “I promise. Do you trust me?”

I stare into his eyes. He’s waiting for an answer. Do I trust him?

“Yes.” My voice is soft, but clear. “Finish telling me the other ways, now.” He chuckles again, and I love the sound.

With him staring into my eyes, a thumb brushing faintly across my lips, he continues.

“I could tease you and fuck you with one of those toys I bet you have upstairs that you use to get off when you need to, then fuck you a second time with my cock. Or I could lay you back on this couch and eat your sweet pussy until I’ve had my fill and you’ve come all over my face.

” God, his filthy mouth is turning me on to the point I can barely stand it.

I press my pussy down a little harder on him and moan.

“If I choose the mouth one, can I still have your cock after?” My words are tentative.

“Of course, you can. Is that what you want?”

I pull my lower lip between my teeth and nod. Henry brings his mouth to mine and kisses me, desperate and hard as though he can’t get enough of me.

“Can we go to your bedroom?” He whispers.

I nod and move to get off him, but he grips me behind my thighs and stands in one fluid motion. He carries me to the steps like I weigh nothing. Christ, he’s strong. He makes me feel sexy. When we’re at the steps, I squirm to get down.

“No.” His tone leaves no question, but I’m sure he can’t manage to carry me up these stairs. Apparently, I’m wrong because he does, with ease.

“First room on the left,” I tell him.

The door is open, and we walk through it to the bed. He takes care as he lays me down, then he stands, grasps my pants and underpants in his hands, and pulls them off me in one fell swoop. He stares down at my center and slides a finger between my folds. A groan escapes him as he does.

“So fucking gorgeous and so damn wet for me, tiger.”

I watch as he gets to his knees, then he grips me right above my ass with both hands and pulls me to the edge of the bed.

The bed I nearly fly off of when his mouth presses sensual kisses to my skin.

When he licks me from my entrance to my clit, I rise off the bed.

He chuckles against my pussy and uses a hand on my lower belly to guide me back down.

He spends the next several minutes edging me close to an orgasm, only to pull away at the last second. It seems like an eternity.

I lean up on my elbows and stare down at him. “Damn it, Henry. Make me come!”

He grins. “You’re ready?”

“I’m beyond ready,” I whine. “Please.”

“Okay, baby. Lay back down. I’m about to show you that you have a G-spot.”

I recline again, and his mouth is on me again. I’m panting but manage to get my words out. “Don’t be disappointed if you can’t find?—”

Holy shit! Henry’s mouth is still on me, and his finger or fingers, who even cares how many, are inside me. I’m feeling something I’ve never experienced before, and it’s amazing.

Henry lifts his mouth off me, and I open my eyes to see him watching me. With his fingers still inside me, his thumb from his other hand places gentle pressure on my clit. “Do you still think you don’t have a G-spot?”

I can’t even speak, so I shake my head.

“Good, now come for me. Let me see how stunning you are with your pussy quivering on my fingers, and then I’m going to fuck?—”

I hear nothing else he says because my body explodes in overwhelming pleasure. I buck and twist, and it’s a miracle he can keep his fingers on and in me. But somehow, he does. When I can finally see straight again, I need him inside me. Now.

I sit up and go for his pants button and zipper. I push his pants down so fast I’ve even impressed myself.

“Please, Henry. Now. I need your cock in me now.” I watch as his eyes dilate, then he steps out of his jeans and pulls a condom out of the pocket before tossing them to the side.

I nearly salivate as I watch him roll the condom down his thick cock. When he’s done and he brings it to my entrance, he goes slow. In my desperation, I lift my pelvis, attempting to push him into me faster, deeper. He groans.

“I’m trying to go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“No. Not slow. Please.”

“Matilda,” he growls.

“Now, Henry.”

He stares at me for a second, then gives me everything. Yes, there’s a hint of pain, yet so much pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, Matilda. Jesus Christ, you feel fucking amazing. You’re so tight.”

Over the next few minutes, Henry adjusts his pace and depth. He even changes his angle at times. When he finds the perfect position, he seems aware of it, probably from my response, and he stays there. Pounding into me.

“Harder, faster,” I beg.

He obliges and, when I’m not expecting it, he places a thumb on my clit and another orgasm roars out of me with blinding pleasure. It seems like it lasts forever, and as it wanes, he comes, moaning with his release.

Holy hell. I never had any idea sex could be like this.

When we’ve both come down from our orgasms, he lets his body fall forward onto mine. Still, he’s careful not to rest all his weight on me. After a few minutes, he rolls us over so he’s on his back and I’m nestled into his side, a leg thrown over top of his.

“Matilda?” He strokes the back of my hair with his hand, and it’s soothing, relaxing.

“Hmmm,” I answer sleepily.

“That didn’t fix it either. I’m never going to be able to stop thinking about doing this with you again.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, it didn’t fix it for me either.”

“I guess we’ll have to try again…”