“I don’t honestly know,” he admitted. “You’re a difficult person to read. A few days ago it was pretty clear that you hated me, but here you are, giving me a chance to prove that I am not the ass you first believed me to be. You say you are ready, you respond with a fierce passion that I struggle to resist whenever I touch you, but I can see a bit of hesitation that still lingers.”
“Hmm, fair enough.” She stepped away from him and walked over to one of barstools at the tall marble-topped pub table. “Mind if I remove my shoes?”
He followed her and to her surprise he slid out of his blazer, rolled up his sleeves, and squatted before her.
“Let me help you.”
His balance was impeccable as he sat before her and lifted her left foot to his lap. He worked the petite buckle like a pro, and within mere seconds, he gently slipped the heel from her foot and set it beside him. Before moving to the next shoe, he wrapped his large hands around her foot and began to move his fingers around, massaging out the soreness she suffered. He dug into her heel and the pad beneath her toes, all the while being firm yet gentle. He had magic fingers and the ache in her foot caused from the heel had vanished. If only he’d been there every other time she’d removed four-inch heels from her poor feet, she’d never have anything to complain about again ever.
He shifted feet and brought her right one to his lap, repeating the steps he’d taken with her left. It did not escape her attention that he’d been cautious with her shoes and she appreciated the fact that he hadn’t discarded them like a pair of dirty socks. Nothing irked her more than the mistreatment of her precious shoes.
Both feet were now pain free, and Henry still sat squatting before her, his eyes focused on her with an intensity that made her feel oddly vulnerable.
“Tell me about your previous mate. Who was it? What made him the right man for you?”
Echo found the term mate an odd description but let it go. The fact that he wanted to hear about the one other man who had been successful at winning her heart gave her mixed emotions. She didn’t want Henry comparing himself, but she was eased by the thought that he understood that there had once been someone else.
“Charlie. And he was my life. Period. He was the only light in a darkened world and he made me a better person for knowing him. I gave him my whole heart without hesitation and when he died, he took most of it with him. I will never stop loving him and I will never stop missing him. However”—she could see the disappointment in Henry’s eyes as she’d placed Charlie on a pedestal and thought she should throw him a bone—“I understand that he is my past and that there is a whole Charlie-free future that waits for me. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here with you.”
Henry walked around the oval glass coffee table and placed the wine glasses on the two coasters that Echo had pulled out from the set. He cleared his throat as he sat down onto the couch and turned to face her, taking her trembling hands in his.
“I don’t care about your past. Yes, the intensity of love you felt for him gives me pause, but that is my own selfishness. I’ve discovered that I want you all to myself and I don’t want to compete with a man that I clearly cannot stand up against.”
He reached out and tucked one of the long curls back behind her ear. “So will I? Have to compete with him? Or will you take me as I am and not worry if I will treat you the way he did?”
“I want you as you are, Henry. I do not expect you to fulfill the void that was left by his death by being like him. I want you for you. No more, no less. Just you.”
The wicked twinkle flashed in his eyes again.
“You really should have learned to be careful what you wish for.”
Chapter Fourteen
Without hesitation for fear that she might chicken out, Echo pulled Henry’s hands toward her and placed them on her lap. She released her hold and slid her hands up the muscled length of his arms, over his shoulders, and down his chest, feeling his cool flesh through the fabric of his shirt. The chiseled lines made her ache and she resisted the urge to rip his shirt from his body. She loosened his tie enough so that she could slide it up over his head, and she laid it out on the table before unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time.
Echo could feel the rise and fall of Henry’s chest in response to her touch as she made her way down to the button just at his navel. His fingers were kneading at her thighs that were still concealed by her dress and she continued to move down the buttons until she reached his waistline. As her fingers brushed his flesh, Henry’s grip tightened on her legs and he groaned.
“Fuck! I can’t wait any longer.” He seized her face in his hands and brought his mouth down onto hers, his moist lips caressing hers as he plunged his tongue deep past her teeth. She reciprocated and their tongues intertwined as she eagerly tasted him.
Echo could feel her moans hum against Henry as she gave into her desire.
With fluid-like motion, he quickly reached over to her side and found the hidden zipper, pulling it down so that her dress could easily be slid from her other arm, revealing her bra, thong, and matching garter belt. Henry breathed in when the dress fell from her and a deep-rooted hunger burned in his blue eyes as he rushed her. His hands slid behind her back, seeking out the hook to her bra as he planted butterfly-like kisses over her already revealed flesh, Echo savoring every one as they built up her arousal. When the hook popped and the bra fell to join her dress, Henry’s tongue immediately found her nipples and flicked across the tips of each one, perking them to hard little pebbles before he sucked her left nipple hard into his mouth. The sharp pain that pulsed through her as he bit down quickly morphed into pleasure. It spread down to her aching mound and she called out his name as she reached down and dragged her fingers up his back, pulling his shirt with her.
Henry pulled back, never taking his eyes from her, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession as he ripped the shirt from his body.
He was intricately defined, each muscle etched into his body like a marble statue, and Echo ached to see the rest of him. When he stood, she could see the growing bulge of his dick hidden away behind his trousers and she salivated in anticipation of feeling the hard shaft sliding in and out of her mouth, his essence saturating her tongue.
“Go get on the bed,” he said, his husky voice taking on a demanding tone that made her want him even more.
Without a word, she stood, and as she headed to the bed and passed by him, she dragged her hand across his crotch, allowing herself a taste of what waited for her. Even the brief touch impressed her.
Back in the corner of the room a large king-sized bed awaited her, and she climbed on like a kitten in heat, her ass high in the air, her legs spread in invitation. Henry rushed up behind her, his cool hands grasping the fleshy mounds of her. He made a quick movement and she heard the tear of fabric before she felt her panties being pulled in pieces from her body.
“I’ll replace them,” he muttered as he bent down and kissed the back of her thigh. Sparks pulsed through her body. His cool touch ignited fire in her like no other, and as he traveled around, his lips pressing against her inner thigh, she could feel her pussy drip with need.
“Head down, love, and spread your legs for me—I want to see how wet you are.”
She obliged, pressing her head deep in the overstuffed comforter and spreading her legs wide. She could feel Henry hovering over her pussy as he took a deep breath and inhaled her arousal before she felt his tongue trail along the length of her pussy lips. She moaned into the bed and wiggled her ass at him, eager for him to take her fully into his mouth.
His hands spread her cheeks apart and his tongue teasingly trailed along her slit again.
“Tell me what you want, love.”
“I want you,” she moaned.
He gripped her cheeks tighter and she heard an animal like growl rumble from his gut.
“Yes—and?”
“I want you, Henry! I want you to devour my pussy and make me come!”
“Good girl.” His mouth was suddenly pressed firmly to her, caressing his lips around her pussy lips, tongue pushing deep into her body.
She cried out into the blanket and bucked her hips, pushing against him, eager to feel him as deep as he could be. His tongue wiggled around, licking around in circles, flicking in and out. He dragged it up her slick fold, lapping at her leaking juices as he pushed her hips forward revealing her hidden clit. Her nub pulsed and tingled in wait, and when his tongue teased the tip, she cried out louder, her need controlling her vocals. He continued to flick across her clit, building up her orgasm to the point that she could barely control it. When he sucked the sensitive nub in between his lips, she was done. Her hips seized as the walls of her pussy clenched in response to the ache and pleasure that now flooded her body. As he sucked hard on her clit, draining her of every electrifying surge, her juices flowed down her slit, drenching her. Her body relaxed and Henry continued to dine on her, lapping at her nectar, licking and sucking at her lips, drinking in every last drop that her body released. When her pussy was spent, he flipped her onto her back. His lips glistened with her juices and he dragged his tongue, cleaning up the last bit that had been smeared over his mouth, as he unzipped his trousers and let them fall to the floor, revealing his dick pushing hard against the fabric of his briefs.
Nervous excitement filled her as her eyes fell to his cock. Even hidden he was huge.
His fingers slid between the band and his waist and he slid the boxer briefs down over his hips, his dick springing to life, pre-cum glistening at the slit.
“Oh my gawd,” she whispered.
He looked to be a generous eight or nine inches with impressive girth, veins etched along the shaft, skin pulled tight like satin over steel, his mushroomed head purple with need.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promised.
Echo quickly climbed to her knees, his words barely registering in her mind as her need to swallow him consumed her. She gripped his cock in her fist and dragged her tongue up the full length, prompting a deep moan to pour from his mouth. Like the rest of him, Henry’s dick was cool to the touch, though she’d expected it to be pulsing with heat, and as she pumped her hand at the base she could feel the marble-hard shaft twitch with need. She circled the pulsing head before she pushed her tongue against the leaking slit, lapping at the salty sweet pre-cum that dripped out.
Henry’s fingers were quickly tangled into the now-messy pile of her hair and he pushed her down so that her lips spread around his flesh and he popped his dick into her mouth. His groans grew louder as Echo bobbed her head up and down his cock, sucking in with each pass, her tongue tickling the length as she did. As she pumped the base with one hand in tune to her movement she reached up and caressed his balls with her other. He pushed harder on her head, eager to feel his dick deep down her constricting throat. With his shaft slicked with her saliva and the pre-cum that continued to leak, he was lubed enough to make swallowing his girth easier. Echo stopped pumping her fist and reached her hand around to grip his firm ass cheek as she took him a little deeper with each stroke until Henry gave a final push and seated himself deep down so that her lips were at the base of his cock.
She felt his balls sink into his body and his dick twitch as spurts of his hot semen shot down her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in and she worked his dick out while still sucking him off and drinking him dry, swallowing every last drop, including the slicked strand that spread from the tip of his dick to her lips when he popped free. She licked him dry, running her tongue in a circle around her lips to make sure she got it all.
His dick still stood at attention even though she had just drained him, and Echo looked up into Henry’s eyes as she wrapped her hand around his girth and tugged.
“Still hard as marble.”
“I’m not done.” His voice was raspy in between pants. “Lie down.”
He didn’t have to ask her twice. Her pussy ached for his dick to fill her.
Henry climbed up onto the bed and slid his body in between her legs, his smooth flesh rubbing across her clit as he moved up her. Her body responded in need, her pussy releasing nectar, her pussy lips begging to be stretched by him.
He hovered above her. The hunger hadn’t left his eyes, and as he leaned down and dragged his lips across the pulsing veins in her neck, she felt him guide his dick to her entrance. The head of his dick nestled at her opening as he nibbled at her neck. Ecstasy enveloped her as her desire welcomed him and he slowly pushed into her body. Her pussy screamed in pain at his massive size and she cried out, tears welled in her eyes.
“God, Henry! It hurts!” But the pain turned to pleasure that she’d never experienced and she pulled him further in, her pussy stretching around him. He slid in and out, sinking deeper with each push until he was seated to the hilt.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard!”
Henry braced his arms as Echo spread her legs as wide as she could, opening up for him. She braced herself against the headboard and prepared for the onslaught. He thrust his hips, slowly at first. Making sure he could slide in and out without hurting her, he pulled his dick out until only the head remained in her and then slid home.
“Yes! Yes!” she cried out over and over as he continued to thrust in and out, picking up speed and intensity as he went. His muscles were flexed and glistened with sweat from his effort and Echo’s body writhing beneath him eagerly welcoming him. Henry shifted so he was on his knees and he grabbed her hips tightly in his hands as he rammed deep into her canal, pushing and prodding his cock into her opening as quickly as he could, panting with effort.
“Come for me again, love,” he instructed as he spat on her clit, released her right thigh, and pushed his thumb to her pulsing nub, running rapid circles around until he’d pushed her over the edge.
Echo bucked her hips against him as another orgasm burst from her pussy and traveled along her body, her pussy walls clamping tightly around Henry’s dick, coming for the second time that night, her cream dripping out around his girth. His dick twitched in her and he gave her one final thrust as he came with her, filling her pussy with his hot liquid. They both called out, their bodies tense with the effort, sweat dripping from every inch until they were each spent and their bodies melded together.
Henry wrapped an arm around her back and effortlessly lifted her from the bed. Dick still deep in her orifice, he pulled the blanket back and settled them between the sheets, Henry on his back, Echo lying atop him impaled by his still-stiff cock. Once he pulled the blankets up around them, he wrapped his arms around her in a tight yet gentle embrace.
Echo nestled her head into the crook of his neck. Her arms were tucked along the sides of his body. The chill from his skin melted against her overheated flesh and as her panting subsided and she was able to breathe deeply, she allowed sleep to consume her—Henry’s baby-blue eyes the last picture that filled her mind as the darkness fell.
Chapter Fifteen
Echo woke with a start. Confusion flooded her mind and she tried to focus her eyes through their sleep-induced blur. For those first few moments she was unsure of where she was, but as the sleep lifted images of Henry flashed. His slicked muscles, his body moving above her, the way his lips felt pressed against her.
She rolled over and tugged the blanket up around her, confirming that she was still in his bed at the Oxford. A smile crossed her lips at the realization of what she, they, had done. Spreading her hand out across the bed feeling for him, she gripped only more of the blanket and a flat mattress.
Hoisting herself up on her elbow, she saw that she was alone in the bed, and as she looked around the room, eager to see him, disappointment filled her when she found it empty. Beside the bed she clicked on a lamp and blinked away the ache in her eyes as the light assaulted her vision. She wondered where he’d wandered off to, and as she did, she realized she had to pee so she flipped the blanket back and slid from the bed. She still wore the garter
belt and stockings but removed them when she was in the bathroom and found one of the hotel robes hanging on the back of the door. She slipped into it, enjoying the way the plush garment felt on her bare skin.
When she stepped back out into the open room she found her clutch over on the marbled pub table and pulled her phone from it.
4:27 a.m.
She had a dozen texts, three missed calls, and two voice mails, not to mention the endless work-related e-mails that continued to pour in even though Jules was now in charge. She rolled her eyes and opened the text strands. Nothing of real importance. A few manic texts from Jules complaining about the Wicked Witch, a few more from the Wicked Witch bitching about Jules. There were two from Paige—each a 911 message. The last one had come in about two hours ago. Weird, she didn’t typically contact her that late. She checked her missed calls. They were all from Paige. She clicked on the voice mail icon and plugged in her code at the prompt.
“Hey, sweetie, it’s me. You never called me back. So what’s the story? I’m dying for details. Call me. Love you.”
She deleted it and listened to the next one.
“Hey, sweetie.” Her voice had taken on a hard edge, like she was angry or upset—maybe both. “Still haven’t heard from you. I sent you a text. Are you okay?…Echo, are you with Henry? You need to call me. Now. I don’t care when you get this. Call me. I need to talk to you.”
She saved that one and ended the call. She really wanted to talk to Paige—she had some questions of her own, but right now was definitely not the time. Henry could return any moment from wherever he’d gone, and she didn’t want to be in the middle of a heated conversation when he did.
Her phone vibrated in her hand and startled her.
“What the fuck?” She frowned down at Paige’s face as a new 911 text appeared on her screen. “Really?”
More out of irritation and the desire to shut her up, Echo opened the message, typed “What!” and hit send.
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