When It's Love by Emma Lauren

Author:Emma Lauren
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Contemporary
Publisher: Emma Lauren
Published: 2013-12-16T05:00:00+00:00

I’m anticipating Henry’s touch. I ache for it. Just as I’m wondering if he’s going to kiss me, I feel his weight beside me on the mattress. I open my eyes to look at him. He’s lying on his right side, propped up on his elbow, and staring at my face. Without taking his eyes off of mine, Henry places his hand there between my legs. There, where I’m completely open, exposed, and dripping wet. His large hand palms me and his long fingers reach down my ass. He’s looking at me closely, looking deeply into my eyes as he sets the heel of his hand against my clit, and, oh, yes, that’s all it takes. No rubbing or manipulating required because my body tenses at the gentle pressure of his hand, the throbbing escalates, my mouth opens, and I close my eyes again as I yelp out his name. And that’s all I can say because my body is quivering and quaking and I’m gasping fiercely, coming like I’ve never come before. The climax is rocking my entire body. It’s rocking my entire world. I throw my hands into my hair, fisting it as the pulsating pleasure-wave cascades through me for several long, rapturous seconds before it begins to recede with jolting aftershocks. Within a minute my muscles go lax and I finally catch my breath. I open my eyes and see Henry still staring at my face. There’s a half smile on his lips.

“Henry,” I say. I’m speechless.

He puts his finger over my lips and says, “Shhhh.” I can smell myself on his hand and it occurs to me that this should be deemed way to feel sexy #3.

I have absolutely no idea what will happen next. Is he going to kiss me? Is it my turn to touch him? Are we going to have sex? Henry starts to get up and I expect him to roll over on top of me. As I ready myself for his weight on my body, I realize he’s not moving to get on top of me, but to get his cap, which had fallen off my head when I lay back on the futon. “Hey, I thought I was keeping that cap,” I say playfully. Henry doesn’t respond. He just gets up, adjusts his clothes and puts his fleece back on. “Get under the covers so you don’t get cold,” he says as he puts on his hat. He walks over to the table where he left my phone and tosses it over to me. “The pictures for Professor Sparling are in there,” he says coldly. “See you tomorrow for Christmas dinner.” He leaves without another word.

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