I had my hands behind my body, clenching my fists, to avoid roaming or touching something or someone while my mouth was busy.
Henry, exploring, sucking, and nibbling while "helping me breathe," had one hand still buried in my hair and the other on my neck, pulling my head as close as possible while our bodies still had a bit of space between them.
Figured—there was no soft woman's body that either of us was accustomed to pulling closer, just that of a hard man.
He moaned lightly; his voice had turned deeper, and I opened my eyes slightly at the noise, meeting a half-lidded dreamy gaze with a passion in it that was so raw it made my heart skip a beat and nearly jolted me awake from what I was doing.
There were a few voices outside when the door opened, and we both instantly parted, stepping back as Henry turned to the side so that neither I nor the men entering the room to change clothes could see him.
"I think I strained a muscle."
"I thought it was only for women..."
