Page 66 of Breakaway
So instead of running, I focused on what I could do, like distract Henley and take care of her. I might not have any skin in the game, but I could ensure everyone ate, drank their water, and remembered to sleep. That was within my skill set and would make a big impact overall, even if it felt marginal. We couldn’t battle the enemies if we weren’t at our best.
Henley moved, her arms trying to escape the embrace I had her in. I doubled down on my boa constrictor hold, nuzzling her neck with my face.
“Go back to sleep,” I whispered.
“Can’t,” she mumbled. “Too much to do.”
“Nope. Right now, the only thing to do is rest. I’ll wake you when it’s time.”
Henley grumbled, her lips moving downward into a pout as her body tensed like a coiled spring, one second away from snapping. If she thought that would sway me, she was severely mistaken. Her pout was cute, but my boa constrictor was stronger than her spring.
“Not going to work, Petal,” I crooned, kissing her neck. Henley huffed but relaxed her body, letting go of all the tension.
“You’re no fun.”
“Au contraire. I’m the most fun. I know the perfect way to distract you.”
“You can’t always use an orgasm to distract me.”
“Wanna bet?” I teased, blowing air across her throat. The goosebumps that followed cemented my proclamation.
“No,” she replied stubbornly, the pout thick in her voice.
Smirking against her neck, I let my hands smooth over her body. I rarely got to enjoy holding Henley, so I took my time touching every inch of her I could. Just like that first time, her skin was as soft as rose petals, making it hard not to think about how good she felt. My lips brushed her skin, no longer happy to be on the sidelines.
Sucking on the skin behind her ear, my hands pressed into her, wanting to mark her everywhere. Henley’s head tilted back, her breath catching in her throat as she gasped. My hand slid up her stomach and cupped her breast, rolling my thumb over the hardened peak. Henley no longer tried to escape my arms but arched into me, seeking more.
My free hand moved lower, brushing against the seam of her panties. A damp patch was already present, and my lips widened at it.
“Don’t say a word,” she hissed, wiggling her body closer to my hand.
“Who me?” I teased as I dragged my middle finger over the spot. I could feel her trembling, fueling my desire and need to drive her wild. Pushing the cotton to the side, I brushed against her soft curls and gathered the wetness onto my finger as I stroked her. Back and forth, I moved my finger, never giving her more than the lightest pressure.
“If you’re not going to do what you said, I’ll go get Fletcher,” she hissed.
“You wish,” I purred. “Beg for it, Petal.”
I heard her suck in a breath, her lower half rocking against my finger, but I kept it away from the place she wanted. Her body sank into the mattress as she gave up, her head tilting back to look at me.
“Please, Dax. I need you.”
“Sit on my face and ride me until you come, Petal. Don’t you think about stopping until my face is covered.”
She sucked in another breath, her body trembling in my arms. I let her go and laid back against the mattress while I waited for her to move. Henley didn’t waste time; immediately pulling off her shirt and panties as she knee-walked to me. She straddled my face and moved closer, glancing down at me.
Gripping her thighs, I dragged her closer until her wet cunt hovered right where I wanted it. Licking my lips, I pulled her down.
“Smother me, Petal.”
She whimpered before lowering herself the rest of the way and settling her pussy right over my mouth. The smell of her arousal filled my nose as I held her thighs to me, wanting her to know she didn’t need to move. Slowly, I licked up her center and moaned as she filled my mouth. I’d always enjoyed oral sex and the pleasure it brought my partner, but with Petal, I craved it. I’d become an addict, a fiend for her.
As I dipped the tip of my tongue inside, she relaxed as pleasure raced through her. Flattening my tongue against her swollen lips, I lapped up everything, then pointed my tongue as I flicked it against her clit. Over and over, I plunged my tongue and flicked it against the sensitive areas. I kept her from getting close, wanting to drag out her orgasm.
Flicking my eyes up, I watched as she pinched her nipples and fondled her breasts. Her eyes were closed as she rocked against me. Moving one hand off, I reached behind her and pushed my finger into her ass as I began my onslaught. Her thighs shook against my face as I picked up my pace, this time pushing her to completion.
I listened like a greedy man to her moans, the small way her breath hitched, and the whimpers she made. It filled me, ramping up my desire. When my face felt drenched, I gave her the release she craved, pushing my finger in and flicking her clit repeatedly. Henley screamed as she came, her whole body shuddering around my face as she squirted all over me.
Moaning as I drank her up, I became drunk on her cum and the unrelenting need to feel her pulse around my cock in the same way. Henley climbed off me as she panted, her face and chest red from the orgasm. She moved off the bed, and I pounced on her.