Seconds. That’s all it’s going to take me to finish. I’m not ashamed. I’m not embarrassed. Not when Henry moves with such lethal precision and purpose, a determined man on his mission, greedily ready to be the one to bring me rapturous exaltation.

When an additional finger joins the first, I balk at the stretch. He stills, his unused hand rubbing my stomach in soothing circles.

“Too much?” he inquires, that same husky tone present. He remains unmoving, letting me acclimate to the new addition.

“Not even close.”

“Thatta girl. You can take it,” he says proudly, dropping a chaste kiss to my hip.

Never has someone’s praise meant more and I light up, a bright star in a cloudless night sky.

He resumes moving, quickly finding the perfect sequence. When his thumb circles my clit while his middle and fourth finger dive inside me a final time, I’m on the cusp, an orgasm rapidly intensifying like a hurricane in the Atlantic.

Another circle and it’s right there, closing in and just barely out of reach… And it vanishes into thin air.

“W-what?” My eyes fly open, disoriented and frustrated. “Henry!” I beg. I’ve said his name more times in the last five minutes than I have in 17 years.

I love how it sounds.

“Come on, honey. You’re the most intelligent woman I know. You really thought I’d let you finish on my fingers without tasting you properly?”

There’s no time to process the oddly kind chastising before he hikes my feet up, placing them on his shoulders. His palms slide under my thighs as he yanks me toward him. I let out a yelp that transitions into a groan, the depraved sound bouncing around the room as his tongue finally mimics the torturous path his fingers previously created.

“I fucking knew it,” Henry hisses, licking me brazenly as if I’m the last source of water on a desolate island at high noon. “I knew your pussy would taste like heaven. You’re my new favorite meal, Emma. I want to devour you every hour of every goddamn day. I’ll never get sick of how good you taste.” Slick sounds—the effect he has on me—drown out my appreciation of his mastery. I can’t bring myself to care, climbing back to the edge, so very, very close to euphoria. “I’m not one of those alpha assholes who’s going to dictate when and where you come. But when you do, I’m going to drink up everything you give me. I want it all, honey. Every last fucking drop.”