Lib Novel Page 45
We must have lain there in that bed for nearly twenty minutes, neither of us ready to fall asleep.
I noticed the shift in Henry’s breathing as he tugged the covers over to his side, and instinctively, I moved toward him, giving up the fight. I cautiously slid my arm over his hip and gently tugged him against me. To my surprise, he didn’t fight my touch, but instead relaxed into my hold, his breaths shaky.
“You are cold,” I said, sliding my leg between his, pulling him back against my warmth.
“I mean, we are in the woods… It gets cold out here…” he murmured. He shifted in my arms as I fought the desire to let my fingers stroke his bare skin, trace lines over his soft edges.
To let my hands wander along the waistband and over his covered…
Henry sighed, turning in my grasp so that he was chest to chest with me. I could see him in the darkness, the only light that of the lanterns outside casting a faint fiery silhouette on him.
“Grayson… I…” His voice was soft, barely a whisper. Then, I felt the faintest touch on my hip. A familiar warm palm rested against my exposed skin, and a sigh of relief escaped him.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Henry. I need…” I sighed in defeat of my own. “I need you to know that, okay?” I whispered, even though there was no need.
Henry pulled himself closer. I could feel his hardness against me, spurring me into arousal once more.
“Okay,” Henry whispered.
Just as I thought this would end the way it usually did—with Henry getting jumpy and fleeing the scene, I was surprised.
Henry leaned in and kissed me.
But this kiss was different than the one we’d shared earlier, in the woods.
That had been a rush. Wild, unfettered, and brand new. But the way Henry kissed me now, as his hands slowly explored my stomach, my chest, my neck, and even my face, was something so much better.
His lips moved slowly against mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth with ease as he carefully caressed mine, sucking on my lower lip as he thrust himself against me, eliciting a deep, contented moan to bubble from my throat that I was powerless to stop.
I ran my hand over his perfect ass, gripping it as I thrust myself against his rigid hardness. I slid my hand beneath his waistband, just enough to feel the warmth of his skin against my palm.
A deep sigh escaped him as I let my fingers stroke his skin.
“You like that?” I breathed, slowly and as gently as possible tracing lines over his hip with my fingertips. “You like it when I touch you like this?” I asked as I ran my fingers over his heated skin.
Henry nodded as he kissed me again. He bit at my lower lip, sucking the flesh into his mouth as his clothed cock throbbed against mine.
“Yes,” he breathed.
I trailed my hand over his stomach, letting my fingers brush against the trail of hair, teasing him. I meant what I’d said, and I didn’t want to go any further without Henry’s expressed consent.
“You can tell me to stop, if it’s too much,” I whispered into his mouth. “You don’t owe me anything,” I reminded him. Though I hoped he wouldn’t shut down what was happening between us, because it felt better than good.
It felt right… in a way it never felt with anyone else.
Henry’s hand slid between us, and I half worried he was going to push me away, but instead, he leisurely slid his hand beneath the opening in my boxers, gripping my aching cock in his palm, squeezing just the slightest, and I shuddered with ecstasy.
The touch, his touch, was overwhelming.
“Henry,” I groaned into his mouth.
“I don’t want you to stop,” he whispered, his thumb brushing my wet slit, spreading my precum over my swollen head.
“I just…” he breathed against me, his words full of hope, fear, and promise.
“What is it?” I asked, kissing him again. “You can tell me.”
“I haven’t wanted anyone like I want you… in a long time,” he whispered.