“Every time you sit down for the next few days, Emma, you’re going to think of me.” He pushes inside, the first inches of his thickness breaching me. “Relax, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” His hand pushes down on my stomach, thrusting forward another degree. Little by little, with every kiss to my knee, every rock of his hips, every stroke through my hair, my breathing levels out, becoming more controlled and stable. “There you go.”

“Henry,” I pant. “More.”

“Holy fuck,” he exclaims, driving into me with all his might, finally fully seated. He’s everywhere, going further, deeper than anyone else has before. “How are you this tight?” He withdraws all the way out of me, moisture coating the condom, before slamming inside again. His restraint has snapped, now nonexistent. He tugs hard on my hair as his tongue runs down my throat. Too many actions at the same time. Not enough actions at the same time. “I want to be inside you every goddamn second, Emma. Your pussy is my new favorite spot. I’m never fucking leaving.”

“Harder,” I whine, clutching his shoulders like a lifeline as my nails dig further into his skin, pink welts forming under the hand of my attack. “I can take more.”

“Yes, you can.” He pumps into me recklessly, every thrust more aggressive than the one before. It’s chaotic. Unrefined. Unscripted and wild. A bead of sweat rolls down my cheek, breasts bouncing in unison with his plundering.

“Close,” I let out, the long-forgotten-now-familiar feeling crawling up my legs and settling low in my belly.

So good.

So freaking good.

“Clench around my cock when you come, Emma. I want to feel it.”

The orgasm sprints through me, his words having alarmingly immediate effect. Tears spring to my eyes in the aftermath, overjoyed and overcome with stimulation as my body shakes and quakes, plummeting down from its high. There’s no time to relax. No time to breathe, because Henry is flipping us, changing our position. My ass raises in the air as I land on my elbows and knees.

“I can’t do another one,” I whimper, doing my best to cling to the pillows for support.

“If it’s too much, say your word. Otherwise, I’m giving you another one.”

Then, his hand meets my ass with a firm smack as he thrusts forward, deeper than seconds before, my elevated hips providing a new, bottomless, undiscovered angle. The sound escaping me is half sob, half moan. My brain can’t process anything beyond the sting of my skin.

And how much I enjoy it.

“Again.” I don’t realize I’m saying it until he repeats the smack on the other side, even harder.

Out of body.