Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
He was fucking flawless. To me, at least. There were a few scar marks across his upper arms, surely attached to stories from the wilderness. He was fit but I was certain Henry hadn’t stepped foot in a gym in his life.
He reached down to start unbuckling his belt and I put a hand up.
“Hold on,” I said.
His eyes met mine. “You okay?”
I let out a slow breath. “I’m very okay,” I said. “I want to savor you.”
He smiled softly. “I promise it feels a lot less hot in here once you have your shirt off,” he said. “Unless I was the only one who felt like I was going to burn up.”
“I’ve been burning up this entire time,” I said.
“Here,” Henry said, gently placing his hands at the front of my shirt and slowly starting to unbutton the front. “This is a ridiculously nice shirt, by the way.”
I nodded. My heart was hammering in my chest. “It’s silk.”
“Naturally.” His fingers gently undid button after button, revealing my skin below.
When he reached the final button, he slid his hands inside, slowly bringing them to the sides of my body. I shuddered under his touch, my eyelids fluttering closed as he leaned closer toward me.
“How are you still so fucking perfect?” Henry asked, his lips roving over my neck.
“I’m far from it,” I murmured. “But whatever you’re doing with your lips definitely is.”
“I thought I wanted you so badly back then,” he said. “But it was nothing compared to now. Do you know how hard it is not to kiss you? All of the time?”
“Yes,” I said. “I think I have an idea how that might feel.”
My cock felt absolutely trapped underneath my pants. I’d been hard ever since Henry and I had been alone, but now that he was this close to me, I was aching. All at once I felt like I couldn’t move a muscle but also like I wanted to pounce on him, to tear the rest of his clothes off and cover his body with my tongue.
Henry’s fingertips trailed across my chest, brushing over my nipples as he moved upward to my shoulders. I let out a groan and involuntarily bucked my hips forward, which meant that my cock pushed up against the front of his thigh.
“Mmh,” he hummed, gripping me even closer.
“I can’t help it,” I whispered.
“I don’t want you to help it,” he said, his hands resting on either side of my jaw as he pulled me in for a deep kiss.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d ever been so turned on. Maybe never.
Henry was unraveling me, and surrendering to it was the only thing I could do. I needed him. It should have been so obvious to me how much I needed Henry.
His tongue slid against mine and I opened for him completely, sighing at his touch.
“God,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me again.
I wondered if Henry had thought about this—this exact moment—as much as I had. Dreamed about it. I had woken up impossibly stiff so many times after dreaming of Henry like this, warm and pressed up against me, taking me with his mouth.
And yet the reality of it was so much more intense than any dream could have ever been.
“I thought I was hallucinating you,” I murmured as we parted to take a deep breath.
“Hmm?”
I swallowed. “The first day I saw you back in Berrydale,” I said, reaching out to run my fingertips down the middle of his torso. “I thought it couldn’t be real. That I’d finally gone crazy and my version of crazy was to see you.”
“What do you mean, finally gone crazy?” he said, running a hand through my hair.
I puffed out a small laugh. “I feel crazy,” I said. “All the time. Trapped in here, still thinking of you all the fucking time.”
He groaned. “You don’t know crazy. Imagine me, isolated in the mountains. Crazy enough to jerk off in a snowbank because it reminded me of you.”
“What?”
He paused, nodding slowly. “Of course I... got off to the thought of you. All the time, Sebastian. I’d picture what you must look like now, and it turns out whatever my brain dreamed up wasn’t half as good as the real thing.”
“I know the feeling,” I said.
He let out a slow, shuddering sigh, gripping me close. I could feel his erection pressing up against my lower stomach as we embraced, and I couldn’t help but rock forward against it.
“How am I ever going to give you up again?” he whispered, shaking his head and breathing deep as he buried his nose in my hair.
“I never want you to,” I said.
He hummed, his palms pressed against the small of my back. “I can’t be without you for another decade, Sebastian,” he said. “I think I might die if I had to be.”