“Tell me what you need,” he murmurs into my skin, mouth pressing a hot kiss to my hip bone.

“You. I need to come,” I beg, toes curling at his touch.

“You’ve had a long day,” he says, two fingers entering me without any prep. I cry out, hands faltering on the mahogany. “Do not drop them, Emma.”

I snap my eyes shut, trying to focus. Trying to listen while also absorbing every curl of his finger and press of his thumb. The feather-light grazes bringing flashes of ecstasy to my vision.

“I’m going to add another finger.”

“Okay.”

This time, Henry’s more controlled and careful as he slides back in, deeper than before, the third digit joining the mix. The stretch is almost too much.

Almost.

Instinctively, I hiss in pain. After a second, though, my legs relax. My thighs open wider, making as much room for him as I can. Five pumps, then a swipe of my clit. Five pumps, then a swipe.

He’s been paying attention.

He shifts his position on the bed, left knee near my hip, chest nearly collapsing on mine, tongue flicking my nipple. He’s moving faster. More synchronized. Determined and relentless, his fingers sprint in and out of me, ready to help me finish.

“That’s it,” he praises, the encouragement frying my already electrified nerves. “I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside you, honey.”

The endearment is my downfall and I explode around his hand, withering as I crash down to earth. Henry coaxes me through the subsiding pleasure, the pumping changing to lazy circles as I ride the wave to shore, panting and overheated.

“Fuck,” I curse, hands falling from the headboard and covering my eyes. I’m exhausted. Invigorated. Still turned on beyond belief and perfectly pleased at the same time. I have no time to recover because now Henry is pulling his briefs off, cock standing proud.

“Knees to your chest,” he says, reaching for a condom I didn’t know he had on the bedside table. Using his teeth, he rips the wrapper open as I get in position. “God, you’re so perfect. Remember your word?”

“Cheesecake.” I inhale deeply, preparing myself. He kisses the top of my knee, situating himself between my legs. He grasps my thigh, eyes darting to every corner of my body, unsure of where to focus. “Don’t treat me like I’m fragile, Henry. You know what I want.”

That snaps him into gear. He expertly rolls the latex over his considerable length and growls as the head of his cock presses against my entrance, almost slipping inside.