Everything She Never Wanted

Chapter 13

13

Henry lowered between her thighs, inhaling the scent of her desire. He eased her panties from her as he kneeled next to her bed. When she was completely bare to him, he wasn’t sure he’d survive.

She spread her legs wide, giving him plenty of access. The bed was at the perfect height. And she was waiting. He wanted nothing more than to dive in and devour her.

But he needed her to remember the moment. He needed to know she’d have to concentrate on saying the right name in the future. He wanted his name on the tip of her tongue whenever she came again.

And that meant pleasuring her in ways she would never forget. Teasing her until she was begging him. And touching her in ways she’d never been touched before.

He ran his tongue from her knee to her thigh. He licked the crease between her thigh and her entrance, resisting the urge to dive right into her. He kissed his way around her, torturing himself as much as he did her. He dipped his tongue low, below her entrance, wondering if she’d ever had a man touch her there. The way she tensed told him no.

He nipped her other thigh, then laved it with his tongue. Her breathing was labored, but the way her core clenched every time he moved his lips told him she was enjoying herself.

He pressed his palms against her thighs, spreading her wider. He cupped her a*s and brought her to the very edge of the bed, almost off. Henry was getting harder every second, but he wasn’t ready to give himself a release yet. He needed to hear her beg.

He ran his tongue from her core to her c**t. She moaned, her hips reaching for him. He brought his hands up, anchoring his fingers between her a*s cheeks and spreading her apart with his thumbs. He teased her, touching her gently as his tongue stroked her with long licks. She moaned and tensed and sighed. He listened to every sound she made, and turned her on more with each calculated move.

When he finally pressed his tongue to her c**t, she shuddered with an o****m that he knew shocked her. She trembled through it, her breath leaving her body in small gasps. She started to get up, but Henry pressed her back to the bed.

He wasn’t anywhere near done with her.

With the first one out of the way, Henry was ready for the show to start. One finger went deep inside her. His tongue pressed hard onto her c**t. He crooked his finger and she came again, her gasps growing to pants. He added a second finger and teased her with his thumb and drew out another one.

“Henry, please,” she begged, giving him exactly what he was waiting for. He wanted her to beg. He needed to hear her so insane with desire she couldn’t do anything but beg for him to give her more. She wouldn’t have the strength to pleasure herself if he walked away, so she had no choice.

Him.

And damn if he didn’t love having power over her.

He wet one of his fingers with her come and slid it lower to tease her a*s. She tensed, but he was a patient man. He continued to circle her with the finger damp with her own come, sucking her c**t and pumping her with his other hand.

It all grew to be too much for her. He could sense when she was ready to give in. “Let me in, Cynthia. I promise, you’ll like it, baby.”

Her body relaxed, giving him the permission he needed. She wouldn’t say the words, but she would enjoy it like he said.

He eased one finger into her tight hole. She squeezed him, stopping his finger. He let her have it, but didn’t let up on her. He pressed his fingers to her g-spot and tongue her c**t in a way he knew she wouldn’t be able to resist. Her a*s relaxed again, allowing him to move his finger.

Slowly at first, he eased in and out of her. When she moaned, louder and longer than before, he knew she was there. She was ready.

Henry thrust hard into both holes. He sucked on her c**t. He clamped her between his teeth, her come making all of her slippery. She tensed, just for a second, then everything released.

She screamed, his name mixed with ‘yes’ and ‘oh, God’ and ‘more.’ He pumped into her harder, his c**k aching as she came on his fingers again and again. She squirted him, his palm flooding. He drank her up, needing more of her.

Before she was done, he did it again. She bucked, coming off the bed. He lips lost contact with her, but he didn’t care. She came harder, come pouring into his hand as she jerked and thrashed.

He only stopped when she begged him to.

Cynthia had no idea how Henry did that, but she wanted him to do it again. Her a*s was hanging over the edge of the bed, her legs barely able to support her. Her entire body tingled.

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from her. Everything trembled at the contact against her overly sensitive skin. Aftershocks racked her, shaking her entire body.

Henry stood, still fully clothed, then hoisted her up onto the bed. She didn’t have the strength to protest. She didn’t have the strength to do anything except breathe, and even that was a challenge.

She heard water running in the bathroom then he was back, pulling the covers up over her. Cynthia reached for him. “Don’t leave.”

He kissed her forehead. “I need to. Your mom will be back soon.”

“But what about you?”

“Best night ever.”

“I can’t have you leave like that.”

“Because you owe me or because you want to?” he asked harshly.

His question startled her. Every other man she’d ever been with all but demanded reciprocation. If she got off, they did, too. It was the way she thought all men worked. Henry asking was more than a little bit of a shock. And more than a little bit of a turn-on.

“Can it be both?” she asked.

Henry shook his head. “Not for me. If I wanted to pay for s*x, I’d find a hooker. I did that because I couldn’t stand not tasting you for another second. I needed to feel you come on my hands, to taste you on my lips. You don’t owe me for that.”

“Henry…”

“It’s fine, Cynthia. I’ll see you soon.”

He walked out of her room, leaving her n***d on her bed. And confused.

By the time Cynthia dressed in something she could wear in the cold weather, she knew Henry was home. She thought about texting him, but she didn’t want to give him any warning she was coming over.

She pulled into Amavita and took the roads to his house. When she saw his Jeep parked outside, she got out and went to the door. The house was quiet, but she knew he was there. Footsteps from his truck went straight to the house.

No one answered her knock, so she tried the knob. Finding it unlocked wasn’t a surprise. She tiptoed inside, kicking off her shoes and hanging up her coat. She heard noises coming from his room and headed there. When she realized it was his shower, she stripped off her clothes, leaving them on his bed.

Steam filled the small bathroom, clouding the mirror. The shower lined the back wall. A black and gray shower curtain separated her from him. She heard his grunts and knew exactly what he was doing. Without hesitation, Cynthia pulled back the shower curtain. His eyes widened when he saw her, but he didn’t stop stroking himself. His c**k looked even bigger in his massive hand. The purple tip disappeared, then reappeared again. Water sluiced down his muscles, dripping from the tips of his hair and the peaks of his n*****s.

She got in the shower, pulling the curtain closed behind her. Without a word, she knelt in front of him. She pushed his hand away, replacing it with her own. Water flooded her, forcing her to close her eyes, but she could see him in her mind. She wrapped her lips around him, bringing her hand up to his balls and toying with them.

He grunted, thrusting into her throat. She gripped his hip, dragging her nails down his a*s cheek. His fingers went into her hair, setting the pace he needed. He thrust, she sucked. She toyed with his balls, rolling them in her palm. She took him as deep as she could, and when he hit her throat and held her there, she ran a nail between his tight balls.

He came with a shout. “f**k. Cynthia. Yes. Fuck.” She let him guide her head, taking him in again and again as he spurt aftershocks into her full mouth. When he finally eased his hands from her hair, she swallowed, then kissed her way up his body.

He claimed her lips when she got there. A hand squeezed her breast almost to the point of pain. His other arm wrapped around her back, sealing her body to his. His kiss was rough, demanding, passionate. She’d never been kissed like that. Like she was the air he breathed and the beat of his heart.

The water ran cold and they finally got out. Henry gave her a fresh towel from a rack in the corner then wrapped the one hanging on the back of the door around his waist. They went into his room, where he pulled on clothes. When she did the same, he finally faced her.

“Why are you here?”

“Because I wanted to be.”

He kissed her again, softer this time. Sweeter. “Thank you.”

She burrowed into his embrace and decided she never wanted to leave it. Or him.

Which meant one thing.

She was in trouble.

Vivian smiled across the table, trying not to laugh so hard. She tightened her thighs, praying she didn’t wet her pants.

“I swear,” Tim continued, “seeing Scott leap the way he did made it hard for me to stop laughing and help him.”

“What happened?” Vivian asked, her laughter breaking free as she imagined the scene.

Tim sipped his water. “He finally swatted the right spot and killed the bee.”

“Oh, jeez.”

“Yeah. I was just happy he wasn’t allergic. Of course, he said he wasn’t before I hired him, but neither of us were expecting a bee to fly up his pants the first week he worked for me. He learned after that to keep all his skin covered.”

Vivian laughed loudly, no longer caring who heard her. Tim laughed with her, no doubt picturing the whole thing in his head again. Vivian couldn’t remember the last time she laughed so hard, or so much.

“Well, I always told Cynthia there was something to learn in every mistake.”

Tim nodded. “I tell my kids the same thing.”

“Do yours listen?”

A laugh burst free, and he shook his head. “Not one of them. I always assumed it was because they were boys.”

Vivian shook her head. “Cynthia never listened either. Now that she’s an adult, I think she’s finally seeing that I’m not completely insane. I know when she has her own kids she’ll accept even more.”

“Is she married?”

“Oh, no. She’s single. She was seeing someone in Philadelphia and is now getting involved with her best friend from high school.”

“You don’t sound thrilled with that.”

Vivian shook her head. “Henry is a good man. He was always kind. His mother is a wonderful person, his father was also. But he just lost his father, and Cynthia still has her heart set on leaving town. I worry things are going to end poorly between them.”

“It’s hard letting them make choices that you know are wrong, isn’t it?”

Vivian nodded. “It really is. How are your boys doing?”

Tim smiled, a look of pride entering his eyes. “They’re doing well. Justin is settling in to his new job, so he thinks he knows everything. William has a serious girlfriend, so he’s a love expert now. And Sam is playing basketball. It’s a tough day when the sixteen year old is the easy one.”

Vivian laughed. “I remember those days. Jeez. Sixteen was tough.”

“Thankfully Sam is focused enough on basketball not to be worrying too much about girls yet.”

“It’s coming,” Vivian teased.

Tim groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

Vivian chuckled softly. “I keep hoping it’ll get easier. Cynthia has always told me just about everything. I knew when she lost her virginity, when she first thought she fell in love, when she had her heart broken. This last guy she was with I thought might be the one she’d settle down with and I could sleep easier, but it fell apart for some reason.”

“She hasn’t told you why?”

Vivian shook her head. “No. I’m not sure why, but she won’t talk about this break up. I figure if she wants me to know, she’ll tell me.”

“Girls sound so much easier than boys. Mine rarely tell me anything.”

“They will one day, I’m sure. Are they close to their mother?”

Tim shrugged. “Sometimes I think so. Others she seems as confused as I am about them.”

“I imagine that’s the way of it.”

“It is for us. Is Cynthia in touch with her father?”

Vivian paused. “Um, no. He’s been out of our lives since Cynthia was a baby.”

“I’m sorry,” Tim said, sounding uncomfortable. “I didn’t mean to overstep. I knew he left, but I thought he might be in touch with her.”

Vivian shook her head. “It’s fine. It was a long time ago. The only reason he and I were together at all was because of Cynthia. He had no desire to be a father.”

“Well, he has no idea what he walked away from.”

Vivian nodded. “I’ve thought the same thing many times. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt sorry for him though. He’s the one who missed out. I’ve been blessed to watch my child grow into an amazing woman.”

“I enjoyed meeting her,” Tim said. “Although our meeting was brief.”

“She did, too. She’s actually the one who suggested we go out.”

“Oh, really? Then I think she’s my new favorite person.”

Vivian blushed, feeling his appraisal all the way down to her toes. She thanked him and sipped her water.

“What do you say we take a walk after this?”

“A walk? Do you know how cold it is?”

Tim chuckled. “Of course. I was thinking we could get a cup of coffee or something. Plus, I like walking around town when the air is crisp like it is now. It feels fresh and ready for something new.”

Vivian nodded. “You make it sound charming.”

Tim shrugged. “We live in a wonderful place. It is charming.”

Tim paid for dinner then helped Vivian into her coat. She tugged on her gloves and tucked her hair under a hat. Tim offered his arm, letting her slip her hand against him when they stepped into the cool night air. They turned toward the center of town.

“Do you enjoy the local wines? Many of them are good if you like to drink wine.”

Vivian nodded. “Cynthia’s friend, the boy she’s seeing now, his family owns Amavita Estates.”

“Really? I don’t think I’ve tried that one.”

“I’ve always enjoyed their wine. Of course, I was careful about having anything when Cynthia was young. Now though, we have more of a tendency to share wine with our dinner.”

“See, that’s the sort of thing I look forward to. Of course, Justin is a beer drinker. He thinks wine is girly.”

“He just hasn’t found one he enjoys.”

“That’s what I told him. Growing up here, you’d think he had an appreciation for wine. I think I’ve failed him.”

“Well, does he buy honey from the grocery store?”

“He better not.”

Vivian laughed. “Then I think you’ve done your duty as a father.”

Tim nodded, laughing with her. “I wonder if a parents’ duties are ever done. I’ve heard when you have grandchildren you can stop worrying about your children.”

“Yes, then you’ll worry about their children.”

“It’s a never-ending cycle, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but I don’t think I’d have it any other way.”

“Me either.”

They walked down and found a coffee shop. With warm cups in their hands, they headed back toward their cars.

“So, do I need to call Cynthia?” Tim asked.

“What for?”

He fought a grin. “To convince you to go out with me again. Or did I impress you enough that you’ll agree with just my request.”

“Well, dinner was delicious, coffee is great. But I think my favorite part of the night was the company.”

“Mine as well.”

“I think I could be convinced to go on another date.”

“Good. Do you think you could be convinced to share a goodnight kiss?”

Vivian grinned. “I might be able to be.”

Tim tossed his empty coffee cup in a nearby trash can, then did the same with hers. He moved closer to her, her heart rate kicking up at his proximity. Vivian hadn’t kissed a man in years. Too many years to count. She knew she was out of practice, but kissing was like riding a bike.

At least, she hoped it was.

When he cupped her jaw with his gloved hand, they both chuckled.

“Maybe I should have done this inside,” he said with a smile in his eyes.

“I think this is perfect.”

His smile faded, leaving only desire building between them. He stepped closer, his padded fingers brushing her neck. Vivian tilted her head back, her eyes falling closed as Tim lowered her lips to her.

His lips brushed hers, warming them instantly. She wanted to sigh into him, to ask for more, but she kept herself from giving in. His arm slid around her waist, pulling their bodies closer together. Through their heavy jackets, Vivian felt the warmth of his body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to pull him closer.

His tongue teased her lips, seeking entry. She opened for him tentatively. When his tongue brushed over hers, the sigh she fought to hold back broke free. Her arms wrapped tighter around his neck. His tongue glided over hers. Back and forth.

Her back hit the side of her car, and he leaned into her. She could feel him lengthening and herself dampening. It had been a long time since a man created any sense of desire within her. She hadn’t thought she needed it, or wanted it. But Tim brought something that was dormant back to life within her. She sunk into his kiss and enjoyed every second of it.

When Tim finally pulled back, his lips were wet and bruised just like she knew hers were. She licked hers, tasting him on her mouth. He pressed his lips to hers once more, a quick, sweet peck, then stepped away.

“Second date, Vivian. I’m going to hold you to it.”

He waved as he went across the parking lot. She climbed into her car, pulling out of the parking lot ahead of him. She couldn’t stop smiling her entire drive home.

She had no idea that had been missing from her life.