“You too,” I say.
He grabs the neck off his shirt and pulls it off like only hot men do.
Holy shit. I did not know that Henry looked like that under his clothes. His pecs are chiseled, his abs have abs. I can’t help but run my fingers down the ridges of his muscles. He has the most perfect nipples I’m ever seen.
“Wow,” I say. “You look great with your shirt off.”
“You do too, baby,” he says, taking my mouth with his. The apex between my legs tightens as he pulls me onto his lap. I feel his hard length against me, and I grind against him. If I could swallow him whole, I would. Without warning, he stands up, and my legs wrap around his waist. He throws me on the bed and I bounce, so turned on I can’t see straight.
Our kisses increase in urgency, feverish and unrelenting, his lips traveling down my throat to my cleavage. My skin ignites, and his palms on me, in between my legs, make me squeal. He tugs off my pants to reveal my matching panties, and his lips are on my belly, traveling down. Thank God, all my comfortable, but ugly underwear is dirty.
He spreads my knees apart and I’m panting with anticipation. Gone is the tentative man, Henry steams ahead, with a fire in his eyes.
“I feel like one lucky man. You are exquisite,” he says as he hooks his thumbs under my underwear and yanks them down. I’m sure he can feel how soaked my panties were as he rolls them in his hand and tosses them to the side.
He lowers his lips to my clit and licks it once, and I cry out. “Yes,” I plead through breathlessness.
“You like that?” he asks.
“Very much.” He does it again, dragging his tongue achingly slow against it and flicks it as I arch my back, wanting him to be closer.
“You even taste exquisite,” he says as he gets to work. He takes my clit and sucks, driving me over the edge. All that matters is his mouth on me, his fingers stroking the soft spot within me, how my orgasm is building, about to erupt at any moment. He flicks his tongue again against my clit, persistent and skilled.
Henry keeps surprising me.
I come unraveled, my pussy pulsating around his fingers. The roll of the wave finishes, and I lay there frozen.
His thoughtfulness, his attention to detail just gave me the best, strongest orgasm of my life.
“You are a goddamn expert,” I say, dropping my forearm over my eyes.
He kisses me, and I taste myself on his lips. “I liked hearing you moan because of me,” he says.
Two words…husband material.
I shake that thought loose because all I want is his cock inside of me.
“Do you have anything?” I ask.
“I think so,” he says. He rolls over and opens a drawer under his bed. He pulls out a foil wrapper. “These are fresh, I promise. Landon gifted them to me.”
“Did you think something was going to happen?” I ask, kissing his neck, touching his abs, running my hands over his chest.
“No, but I hoped so,” he says as he stands up to drop his pants. “I like to be prepared.”
His ass is so round, I reach forward and bite a cheek. He freezes.
Oh no. Why did you have to bite him, you weirdo?
“Are you going to bite the other cheek? Even it out?”
I laugh as I bite his other cheek, reaching around to cup his balls, causing him to gasp as he rolls the condom on.
“Come here, you,” he says as he drags me across the bed by my ankles.
With some finesse, I’m now on top, straddling his muscular thighs, staring at him. His beautiful penis is smooth and hard in my hand.
“I need to be inside of you,” he says as he grips my hips. “Ride me like a roller coaster.”
I laugh and kiss him, his hands palming my breasts as I position him at my entrance.
When I sink down on him, we both exhale and he grips my ass.
“Holy shit,” he says as he sits up.
The way he looks at me—damn. He pulls a bra strap off of my shoulders and kisses across my chest, and I roll into him, his cock filling me.
I ride him slowly at first, and the cold air puckers my nipples when he unhooks my bra and flings it onto his hardwood floor. He takes one of my breasts into his mouth, sucking my nipple, and I cry out as I moan into his hair. He anchors his arm under my ass and flips me onto my back, a move that shoots pleasure straight to my core, launching me to a new stratosphere of desire. Is it possible to reach a whole new level of orgasms?
He takes one of my ankles onto his shoulder, going deeper, making me gasp.
“Raegan,” he says, as he kisses me and moans against my lips.
When he pulls away, his eyes lock with mine, and it hits me.
I just fit with this man. His gaze seeps into my soul, sees me for who I am. His thrusts speed up, my eyes roll into the back of my head, but I try to remember everything. How he kisses me, how his hands feel on me.
It’s so good, but I know this is not forever. It can’t be.
His breath quickens as he grows bigger in me, and when he finishes, he grunts from deep within.
He collapses on me, and I kiss his shoulder, dragging my fingernails up and down his back. When he lifts his head, he kisses me deeply, and I can’t help it. A single tear rolls down my cheek.
The next morning, I wake up in Henry’s arms. I check my watch, and my eyes bug out. When I stand up, Henry’s basketball shorts fall off my hips.
My farewell brunch is in ten minutes, and I’m at least fifteen minutes away.
All I want is to stay in bed with Henry all day.
“Henry,” I say urgently. He startles and jerks, his eyes opening like a newborn kitten’s.
“Is something on fire?” he asks.
“I have brunch with my friends in like…eight minutes.” I step into my jeans and hook my bra. I pull my shirt on, and he’s rubbing his eyes. He stands up and wobbles.
God, he’s so cute.
“I have to go. I don’t know where my phone is. I have to order an Uber,” I say.
“I’ll drive you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” he says, rubbing his hair.
“Thank you,” I say, kissing him although his eyes are half-closed.
I could cancel on my friends. I could spend one more day with him.
No, brunch is sacred.
But he’s so cute.
He steps into some slides and grabs his keys, and I find my phone stashed in my tiny backpack I wore to Thrill Mountain. We barely have time to talk about how this might be the last time we see each other, how last night was beyond my wildest dreams and my heart aches. We just focus on the task at hand, walking downstairs and climbing into his car to drive to Home Plate for brunch.
“Are you awake?” I ask.
“I will need about two gallons of coffee,” he says, backing out of his parking spot after checking all his blind spots. “It was worth it, though. I can probably get there, but be my navigator, just in case.”
“Definitely,” I say. I pull up the directions on my phone, and we make lefts and rights.
We’re stopped on 9th, waiting for a stoplight to change to cross Market, when he turns toward me and takes my hand up to his lips to kiss it. My throat grows thick in sorrow.
It kills me I met him two days before I’m leaving San Francisco. That a random, otherwise horrible day when I got stuck on a roller coaster could’ve been the worst day ever, but it turned out to be the best.
“How long are you staying in San Francisco?” I ask, my heart already missing him.
“I don’t know,” he says as the light turns green. “I have a meeting with a tech company here about a contract for coding some software. But if I get another project, I might take off. Who knows.”
“Maybe I can come visit you,” I say. “Before you leave.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he says. He sniffles, and I see some glassiness to his light eyes. His lips curve downward, and his eyes blink.
My heart sinks. “Why not?”
“It’ll be too hard. If I see you again, it will be even harder to accept…well…you know.”
I know exactly what he means. A small part of me imagined him coming over tonight, eating pizza in between boxes, having sex on my sleeping bag since I sold my bed last week so all my stuff would fit in my sister’s car. Knowing I have minutes before I have to say goodbye to him makes me want to bawl.
I’ve had one-night stands, but this feels more than that—more important, more pivotal. I’ve never had so much fun with someone, felt so safe, felt so cared for. This is what I was looking for on all those dating apps, when I went on the single cruises around the bay. It’s what Erin found on an airplane. It’s what Cassie found in an elevator.
My story does not end like theirs. My story with Henry ends today.
We reach Home Plate way too soon. We pull into the Wells Fargo parking lot adjacent to the restaurant, and Henry finds an angled spot to pull into. I check my watch. I’m late by ten minutes, but I don’t care. I hug Henry.
I can’t help it, I start to cry.
“It’s okay,” he soothes, and that just makes me cry harder. It’s not okay. It’s cruel and stupid and makes me wish things were different. We pull away from each other and kiss, and he kisses the tears away from my eyes. The rims of his eyes are red too as he looks at me.
“It was so nice to meet you,” he says, pushing my hair away from my face.
“It feels more important than that,” I say, hugging him.
“I know.” His voice cracks, and it makes my tears slip faster.
We kiss one more time. We hold each other for seconds or years, I don’t know, and I know one thing for sure.
I don’t want to say goodbye.
“Come in,” I say. “The girls won’t mind. It’ll be a little awkward but…”
“I can’t,” he says into my hair, kissing where his words went. “It’ll be too hard.”
“I understand,” I say, although my voice quivers. When we pull away, his hand still rests on my arm.
“I just wish…” he says. “I just wish things were different.”
“Me too.”
He kisses me one more time. “Goodbye.”
“Bye,” I say. I walk down the parking lot aisle, but I look back to where he’s parked. His car does not move, does not turn on. Every two steps, I look back to see his figure in the car, just sitting in the driver’s seat.
It makes me want to sob.