Page 56 of See You at the Sunset

“Not here, not where I can’t take my time with you,” he said. He bent down to kiss her again, his tongue pushing into her mouth, taking control, moving at the same pace as his hand. In and out.

Jia knew what Henry was capable of if they had more time. She’d had him before. She needed him again.

The mere memory of his cock inside her had her clenching,the pulsations of desire grabbing his fingers, letting him know how much she wanted him.

“Tonight, I make you come on my fingers, and I’m gonna lick every last drop of you off them. And clean your pussy up with my tongue.”

“You recite legal briefings with that mouth?” she asked with a wicked smile.

Henry’s eyes flared, and the corner of his mouth lifted. “I’m gonna show you everything I can do with this mouth,” he whispered into her ear.

God, Jia needed more of this man. She hungrily leaned in for his mouth, and he kissed her back, all lips, tongue, teeth. No finesse, just a passionate ache to connect.

She reached down for the button of Henry’s slacks and pulled them open, dragging the zipper down with it.

Henry’s cock strained against the cotton of his boxer briefs, and Jia wanted to take a look. But that would require disconnecting from Henry’s mouth, and she wasn’t ready for that yet. He tasted so damn good.

Instead, she let her hand do the exploring.

Her fingers found the waistband and pulled, giving her space to get her hand in and find its prize.

He was long, thick. She remembered how perfectly he had fit inside her, the stretch of when he entered, the fullness of when he planted himself and then moved with precision.

Jia loved the feeling of him in her hand. She dragged her thumb across the tip of his cock. The wet of his precum making the motion slick.

“Fuck,” Henry hissed at the contact.

As if Jia needed any more encouragement. But damn, hearingHenry cuss, losing control of his carefully chosen vocabulary, charged her.

She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and applied pressure.

His breathing sped up, and so did the thrusting of the fingers inside her.

Henry grabbed and lifted one of Jia’s legs and wrapped it around his waist, drawing them impossibly close at that angle. She began to pump him, and as she did, her own motion dragged across her clit. His fingers on the inside, her own fist on the outside, bringing both of them pleasure.

He angled one of his fingers and hit something inside her that triggered every nerve ending and made Jia gasp. “Oh god,” she groaned.

He pressed his body closer to hers, each of them with a hand working toward the other’s pleasure trapped between their bodies.

She moved in tandem with his body rubbing, pumping, receiving the thrusts. She felt completely out of control and had no idea how she was still standing.

She tightened her hold on him, and he growled in her ear, “Don’t you fucking dare make me come before you do.”

And as if he decided to release the secret weapon, his thumb pressed down on her clit. That was all it took. Jia felt like an explosion had gone off within her. Waves of pleasure caused her to pulse between her legs. It was as if she was outside of her body hearing her own voice screamYes, yes, yesin a way that would give any porn star a run for their money.

She had no idea how she managed to keep holding on to him, but she circled his dick with her thumb and forefinger, dragging them along his shaft from tip to base. When she’dstopped pulsating, he moved his fingers from her and shoved his hand down his pants and wrapped it around her hand. His was wet from her orgasm. And the two of them together picked up the pace.

Henry quickly pulled his cock out of his briefs and his pants, turning at a slight angle as he came all over the wall next to Jia. His hand held on to her shoulder while the last of his own thrusts and squirts emptied out of him.

Next thing she knew, he laid his head down on her shoulder.

There was something so intimate and tender about the position. Jia turned and softly laid a kiss on top of his head.

Jia felt Henry shift as he readjusted himself. He pulled up and managed to zip and button his slacks and then turn toward Jia, helping straighten her skirt. He reached around her for the stack of napkins on the counter and gently cleaned their hands and wiped down the wall.

“Probably gonna need some disinfectant for that,” he said.

He hadn’t looked at her once.