Chapter 47 — Crossing Boundaries
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My body slumped against him, drained.
He pulled open his drawer bringing out a tissue, then he started wiping the mess off of me.
Once done, he picked me up bridal style.
He strolled towards his bed, laid me on the mattress.
Just as he began pulling away, I wound my arms and legs around him.
“Rosie—”
“I need you, Henry.”
He exhaled heavily.
“We already talked about this, Rosie.”
“I know… but I'm still not satisfied—”
“The goal is to release the pent-up lust inside of you, not fully sate your needs and besides…” he drawled, staring at me.
“You know I want nothing more than to be inside you—”
“Then why won't you.”
“Because I can't, Rosie. And you know why.”
My heart fell instantly.
“You need to sleep, once you wake up. You'll feel much better. Okay?”
I stared at him for a moment…
“Okay?” I muttered, letting go of him.
He pulled away, and went back to cleaning the table.
I curled into the sheets, staring at him as he moved around.
“Will you at least lie with me once you're done?” I asked, quietly.
“I have work to do—”
“Please, Henry.”
He paused, eyes torn between giving in or not.
My gaze fell to the sheets, awaiting his rejection instead—
“Okay.”
My eyes snapped to his.
“Really?”
He chuckled softly.
“I just agreed, didn't I?”
I grinned.
“I'll stay awake to make sure you do.”
He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips.
“You do not need to, Rosie. I'm a man of my word.”
“Indeed…”
I didn't sleep, even as post-orgasmic bliss lulled me in, I still didn't sleep.
After spending eons doing absolutely nothing, except walking around his room while he occasionally glanced at me.
Henry sighed finally, realizing I was still awake.
“I guess you took it literally.”
“Are you done?” I asked.
He shook his head, muttering something under his breath.
Then he pulled his shirt—and my cheeks reddened in response, but I still kept my eyes on him.
Roaming over his pert n*****s and sturdy build.
His trousers came off soon after and my gaze fell on his bulge.
My body hummed softly.
He was hard, and yet he wouldn't f**k me.
If control and restraint were a person, they'd be Henry.
“Aren't you done yet?” I whined, this time, aching to have him in bed with me.
“A moment, Rosie,” Henry groaned, picking up his glasses and a book.
Then he walked over, climbed into bed.
I immediately wrapped my arms around him, snuggling deeper into his chest.
A deep chuckle reverberated off his chest.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he murmured, slipping on his glasses before opening his book.
I crossed my leg over his waist and pressed my boobs at him.
“Rosie.” Henry warned.
“What? I'm just getting comfortable,” I said, pouting.
He scoffed.
“Go to sleep.”
“Will you be here when I wake up?” I asked, yawning loudly.
“I will.”
“Pinky promise.”
He laughed, the sound soothing to my ears.
“What's funny?” I slurred as sleep began pulling me in.
“Go to sleep, Rosie,” Henry ordered, flipping the page of his book.
“Not until you pinky promise.” I murmured.
“I'm not a kid, Rosie.”
I curled my arms around him tighter, rubbing my wetness against him.
He inhaled deeply.
Then I slid my legs down, brushing over his c**k.
Almost as though it had a mind of its own, it jerked under my touch.
Henry grunted, fingers clamping around my ankle to stop the movement.
“Seriously, Rosie?”
I craned my neck up to stare at him better.
“Pinky promise you'll be here when I wake up.”
“Quit being childish—”
“Pinky promise.” I whined, giving him my best puppy eyes.
He exhaled, shaking his head.
“Fine…”
His hand left my leg, then he curled his pinky around mine.
“Pink promise.” He said softly. “Now go to sleep, you have school tomorrow.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I murmured, yawning again.
He laughed quietly, then went back to his book.
By the time he was turning the next page—
My eyes drooped shut, but not before I felt a feather-light kiss on my forehead.
*******
My eyes snapped open.
I blinked rapidly, willing my eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room.
A warm, hard body pressed against mine.
Henry.
He was asleep already.
Strands of dark hair streaked with gray fell loosely over his forehead and ears.
He had one arm around me, pressing me close to his chest and another holding his book.
A small smile graced my lips.
God, he looked way too handsome for a forty-year-old man.
My gaze trailed down his lashes, then his nose—finally landing on…
His lips.
Full.
Smooth.
My tongue darted out, wetting my lips.
I wonder what it would feel like—
I shook my head quickly, dispelling the thought.
“No, Rosie.” I chastised, staring at his chest instead.
Fuck.
I tore my gaze away and focused on the wall instead.
“Wrong alternative.”
I don't know how long my eyes stayed on the wall while I fought a mental battle.
I groaned, finally giving in as my gaze went back to his chest.
I imagined trailing my tongue over his broad chest, inching lower over the hard planes of his muscles.
I placed a finger on his chest, occasionally glancing at his eyes.
Still asleep.
I trailed higher, brushing against a n****e.
He shifted slightly, brows furrowing. But he was still asleep.
I moved higher.
Higher.
Finally—
My finger stopped just below his lips.
I glanced at him again.
I brought my thumb to his bottom lip, gliding over it.
Soft.
(Don't do this, Rosie.)
Come on, I just want a taste.
(You do know that is non-consensual, right?)
He's not gonna know, is he?
I just wanted to know how he tasted…
How he feels.
Just once.
Just one kiss.
I began pulling away from him.
The action caused him to shift slightly, still asleep.
I dragged my body up, face inching toward his.
My heart pounded in my ears.
My lips parted slightly as I got closer.
Then I stopped.
I was so close…
Just a few more, Rosie.
I licked my lips, glancing at him again.
He laid still.
Unaware.
I brought my head closer, before placing my lips against his.
I hummed in satisfaction.
Just as I'd imagined, he was just perfect.
I pulled back, my heart still beating fast.
More.
I dove for him again.
This time, deepening the kiss a bit.
A soft moan had me pausing for a fraction.
I pulled back a bit, staring at Henry's unsettled expression.
After a while—his countenance softened.
And so, I went again for another kiss.
As soon as I closed my eyes and leaned towards him,
“What are you doing?”
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