“I said, stand up,” he repeats, firmer this time. Stealing a glance at him, I read the expression on his face. There’s a softness to his features, and I know he’s giving me a chance to refuse. There’s an out, if I want it.

But I don’t.

Shooting to my feet, my heart races, wondering where he’s going with this.

Henry surprises me, positioning himself flat on his back on the floor and offering me his hand. “Come sit on my face.”

My mouth drops open at the five words. “Pardon? I-I’ve never… I haven’t…”

“Never?”

“Never.”

“Even better. Let me eat you out, Emma. I told you one taste wasn’t enough.”

My face is heated, both from mortification and desire. I turn around, knees on either side of his hips. I’ve never been so close and intimate with someone before. He’s going to have access to everything, and I won’t be able to stop him. I shiver, a thrill running through me at the thought.

“Like this?”

“Yeah, honey. You know exactly what to do.” His tongue licks over my still sensitive clit, lurching me forward, ass in the air. “Oh, fucking perfect. Just like that. This is a sight I’d like to see for the rest of my life. Grab my leg if you need me, okay? I’m right here.”

I nod, refocusing on the mast in front of me. Using a combination of my mouth and hand, I work him back up, taking care to observe which moves he likes best. He particularly likes when I lightly graze my teeth behind the trail of my hand, running along the vein covering his entire length. It’s almost impossible to stay upright, determined to take him deeper and deeper while my breathing becomes more shallow with every plunge of his finger.

“Henry,” I whine. The name comes out garbled and disjointed, mirroring my diminishing cognitive activity. I’m seconds away from falling. He doesn’t let up, tipping me over the ledge a second time, his hands sliding under my stomach to keep me from collapsing.

I moan around him through the aftershocks, my movements becoming sloppy and rushed, energy evaporating.

“Dammit,” he curses. “I’m going to come, Emma. Pinch my thigh right this second if you want me to pull out. Otherwise, I want you to swallow every drop.”

I ignore his warning, fingers forming a tight circle around the base of his cock and squeezing. Warm liquid coats my throat seconds later, and I swallow his release down happily. After two more bobs of my head, I free him from my mouth, cleaning up the mess as I go and making sure I don’t leave anything behind.