“Your greedy pussy wants Daddy’s cock, doesn’t it?”
I make a sound of agreement, rocking against him.
“I’m not going to fuck you today.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’ve been through a lot, and I don’t want you to regret this.”
I should be glad that he’s being the voice of reason, but I’m not. I just want to feel special. My eyes water as I nod my understanding.
“Don’t cry, sweet girl. I’m not going to fuck you, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to make you feel good.”
“You promise?”
He brushes my hair from my face. “I promise.”
I rub against him. I can’t help it. He doesn’t stop me, though. In fact, he lifts his hips and I gasp. Feeling bold, I lean forward and kiss him. He doesn’t let me down and kisses me back until I feel dizzy. And then he moves, as if we’re having sex. My breath catches in my throat when his fingers dig into my hips. Not because it hurts. Because I think he wants me as much as I want him. Unlike my dealings with Kyle, Henri doesn’t make me feel like this is something that I owe him. No, he acts like this is a gift. LikeI’ma gift…
“Sweetheart, if we keep this up, I going to cum,” he rumbles against my ear. “I don’t mind, but I thought you might want to know before I make a mess.”
I rock against him, and he groans.
“Do it. I want to know your scent is on me.”
His expression is borderline pained, but he nods. “Hold on.”
Reaching between us, he adjusts his cock so that it’s against my nether lips. I’m so wet that I know he can feel it as he rocks his hips. We move as if we’ve done this a million times. My breasts brush against his chest, and the light dusting of hair makes a delicious friction that I feel like a jolt right to my core. Our heavy breathing fills the air, as well as the occasional gasp from me when it feels especially good.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” Henri praises. “I don’t know how our paths never crossed before, but now that I have you, I’m not letting you go.”
His words pierce my heart in the best way possible, and I kiss him as tears leak from my eyes. There’s no way he can know how much I’ve needed to hear those words in my life. He doesn’t want to let me go. I’m not someone that’s disposable. He cups my face as we kiss, but pulls back much too soon for my liking.
“What’s this?” he asks, running his thumb over my tears.
“It’s nothing.”
“Sweetheart, you’re crying. Something’s wrong.”
I shake my head. “It’s just… it meant a lot what you said. About how you weren’t going to let me go.”
My face flames, but Ineedhim to know.
“I mean it, too. I feel a strong connection with you, Dove. Something I haven’t felt in a long time.”
I nod because I feel the same way. I’ve never felt like this about anyone. Not Kyle. Not any of the other boys I’ve dated. Henri is like the sun, and I want to bask in his warmth until it consumes me. Untilheconsumes me.
I kiss him and rock my hips, needing to be as close to him as possible. His chest rumbles as he groans.
“Fuck. I’m trying to take it slow.”
“What if I don’t want to take it slow?”
He pulls back, staring into my eyes. “Be careful what you ask for, little girl.”
I swear to god his words send a jolt through my body that has me gushing. He reaches between our bodies and drags his finger through my arousal, circling his finger around my clit. A needy sound escapes my mouth before I can stop it. It’s nothing compared to the storm brewing inside my body. We’re back to dry humping, but it’s not enough. Not even with him playing with my clit.
“Henri,” I moan.