He laughs. I love making this man laugh. “Shut up and just enjoy this,” he says.
Less than a second later, his tongue replaces his thumb as it licks my clit slowly, with just the right amount of pressure. I’m not lasting much longer. He continues to pinch and caress one of my nipples while his other hand and face stays buried between my thighs.
“Hen, that’s too good,” I whine. I don’t want him stopping, but he needs to know this is like some sort of divine torture.
He adds another finger, and the fullness sends a quake through me. His movement speeds up slightly as he licks at my clit, and then practically makes out with the lips of my pussy. Pulling me into his mouth just long enough to feel suction and warmth before he moves on. I know he’s as turned on as he’s making me right now, because I’m learning that Henry is not a quiet man when it comes to sex. He groans into my pussy with every change in position of his mouth.
“Look at how pink and swollen you are for me, Pixie. Fucking delicious,” he growls out.
Well, okay. I’ll take that dirty talk and raise you a squirting good time, sir.
And that’s all it took, apparently. Just a few dirty words and a groan from his gorgeous mouth to send me over the top and down into the valley of “holy fucking shit” and “don’t you fucking stop.” I yell out words, swears, perhaps even call upon whatever goddess might be listening, because my orgasm barrels through me, and causes my entire body to convulse. My pussy clenches his fingers like it just struck and closed a multimillion-dollar deal.
“That’s it. Suck in my fingers, G,” he says with an approving moan. “So wet for me.”
In a haze, I look down at him just gazing between my legs. His hand still moving slowly, his chin and mouth glistening with my pleasure, and I’m entirely too impressed that he’s messy and dirty. Exactly how I’d hoped.
I smile at him as he pulls his fingers out and wipes his face.
“So you’ve got some skill, Riggs.”
He places his long middle finger into his mouth. Then he sucks it clean so that it disappears to the knuckle. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”
“Oh, I fucking hoped. But that—” I let out a laugh. “THAT was fucking magic Hank—”
He kisses me before I can finish saying the nickname that I know drives him nuts. I can taste myself still on his tongue and it sets me off all over again. I want to fuck this man so good. There isn’t anything else in this world right now more important than reciprocating that same level of pleasure.
Pulling back from our kiss, still leaning over me, he braces himself on his forearms. He drags one thumb over my lips and down to my chin. “You’re beautiful,” he says.
“Oh, I’m aware.” He smiles at my sass, and I press a quick kiss to his lips.
“And to answer your question. Since you asked so sweetly.” He draws a line from my cheek to my chin, holding my gaze. I melt into the softness of his touch. “I’ve thought about this moment since you told me I reminded you of a Ghostbuster.”
He brushes his lips against mine. “And then I thought…” he pauses, sadness flickering through his eyes for just a blink before he continues. “I thought you weren’t an option anymore. So I tried to forget about the smartass pixie I damn near fell all over one night in a bar.”
I try to keep the blurry tears that have formed from falling.
“And then when I saw you again…” His voice lowers to a graveled whisper before he kisses my lips again. The tears fall when I close my eyes. There’s no need to try to hide any emotions right now. The man is lying on top of me, naked and handing over words that I’ve craved for more than a decade.
“You were sitting at the bar, and you laughed. You had been in Strutt’s for about a month by then. It was a month, though, since I had seen you. Seen the ghost of a woman I thought I’d never see again.” He pauses again, taking a breath, and if I didn’t know him like I do, then I’d think it was just a pause to gather his next thought. But he’s trying to hold back. “You threw your head back and laughed. Some joke between you and Everly, at the expense of a couple of douchebags that you both were flirting with that night.”
I’m trying to flip my memory back to the night he’s talking about. “I remember.”
“That was when I knew I made the right decision. I couldn’t marry someone else. I wouldn’t let them relocate you. Never seeing you again wasn’t an option I was going to allow. Once you came back into my life, there was no letting you slip away ever again.”
He brushes his thumb across my lips, kisses them, and then finds my gaze. It’s impossible to speak right now. “There was no way I could live without seeing you. Without knowing you were safe.”
“We’re supposed to hate each other,” I say back, as tears track down the sides of my face.
“But we don’t, Pixie,” he says with a half-smile. “We play a game. We follow rules. But right now, we’re in a big fucking time out and the only thing I want to do is fuck you, make love to you, do all of the dirty, kinky shit you’ve been taunting me with over the years, and then do it all over again.”
I laugh. And our conversation has moved back to a place I feel comfortable, talking about some filthy fuck time with the sexiest man I’ve ever met. My chest is too heavy to think about more than that.
“We only have two days,” I say with a frown I can’t help. Lifting up, I bite his lip and then lick the tip of his nose.
“Two days to do all the things I’ve ever wanted to do to you,” he whispers as he kisses my shoulder, his cock nudging my hip as if I’ve forgotten the rides I’ve just taken. My pussy is sensitive, but she’s wet all over again. The bitch is ready with her park hopper, fast pass, sticker, ticket, and height requirement sorted. It’s time to buckle up.
He moves his mouth down to the column of my neck, mixing kisses with licks and gnaws. His hands caress down my body as his fingers brush rhythmically against the sensitive space he just played, like a kid with a Casio.Work that magic, baby.