An attemnpt to capture the sensuality of Henry Cavill, a fictional story between him and a OFC, Nikki in an alternate universe. I don't own Henry or anything in this really, just strumming up my imagination for something lustful.

WARNING – This is extremely M++

Chapter 1

She pressed his upper arm with her hands, feeling his muscles; his face registered no response, he felt her slight fingers and grew just a bit harder, but kept himself under a tight rein of control. Henry realised she was getting dangerously high with the mixed drinks; taking alternate sips of her vodka lemonade and his beer. His beer mug looked huge between her tiny hands and her lips on his glass looked just about perfect. After every sip her little pink tongue would flick out and lick her lips and it was all he could do from himself from embedding his fingers in her soft dark hair, tilting her head and taking a taste of that sweet mouth. He tried to focus on the very important fact that she was his best mate's sister and his responsibility in a city entirely new for her; such illicit thoughts would complicate everything. Her eyes caught his for just a few seconds and lowered demurely, he could see she was aware of his reaction to her touch and her laugh, but she was too much of a lady to say anything. Her blush said it all; the blush that made her cheeks glow pink and flame to a dusky red - the blush which vanished somewhere at the neck of her blouse, which started somewhere deeper than that, it was all he could do to not pull her towards him, to feel her move, to feel her come sweetly underneath him. He forced his thoughts away from her delectable body and tried to concentrate on what the others on the table were talking about.

Through the semi-alcoholic haze in her mind, Nikki realised she had just tried to feel the hardness of his arms and immediately flushed when she saw him go still and look intently into his drink with a tight jaw. She didn't even like beer but needed a taste of him and the only thing which she could have put her lips to without going beet-red was his beer. She knew he realised how she was feeling right now, all she wanted was to be grabbed by his hands; those hands with such long fingers and she couldn't stop thinking what he could do with them, what she so badly wanted him to do. And right then he looked at her, pursed his lips around a cigarette and took a long deep puff and still looking at her with his piercing blue eyes, blew out the smoke slowly and deliberately. She did not particularly like smokers and abhorred smoking but her mind seemed to be rewiring itself right at that moment, the thought of those lips pursed onto something else made her shift uncomfortably on her perch. His lips, another source of her fantasies, gorgeously chiselled and looked a perfect combination of soft and stiff. An Englishman's lips; she had seen them become a thin straight line when he argued and look so soft and inviting those other times when he smiled at her, only she knew the willpower she had to exert to stop herself from pressing her body to him just to have his hands in her hair and his lips on hers. She hoped he would quit being such a gentleman for a few hours so she could stop trying to remain a lady.

He brought nightcaps for everyone, baileys all around. It felt good to have something cool flow down her throat, she needed to calm herself down badly and the thought of going back to her room, taking a warm shower and sliding into her bed soothed her fragile nerves. But she didn't trust herself to be able to find her room in the hotel and happened to be on a separate floor from others. She would need to walk slowly and do this on her own. And right then he offered to walk with her as he happened to be staying on the same floor.

Well there wasn't anything else he could have said, so he lied, lied about where his room was just so he could have a few more moments with this sweet vixen that had been tantalising him for the past few days. He had dated other women of similar stature and it always made him feel masculine to be able to swing them up in his arms and have his way with them; not that any woman he had bedded had not been a willing partner. He didn't need to exert a lot of energy with women, he had a natural charm and spark that made women want to be his slaves but he loved spoiling his women and making them feel precious. And if it were up to him, this little lady, who was just about rib high on his tall frame would have been the centre of his attention for the past few hours and then some. She looked adorable, her hair all mussed up while she has been trying to make sense of it with her hands, her lips wet and pink and so bloody inviting and she was concentrating quite hard to walk in a straight line and locate her room at the same time. And then she asked him what his room number was, and he stuttered something illegible and in-turn asked for her room number.

At the back of her mind, she knew something wasn't right, if there was anybody who should not give out their room number, it should be her, the woman so why was he hesitant. And before she could complete her thought, she wobbled and grabbed his arm for dear life. Oh those hard arms, to feel them tighten around her when she moaned. And suddenly there was her room, right in front of her. The journey was irritatingly short, what wouldn't she have given to be able to walk and walk and never reach her room, just holding onto that arm and pressing it to the side of her aching breasts. But all good things must come to an end and here she was, still a lady, turning to thank her gorgeous gentleman escort for a lovely evening and bid him goodbye.

Did she catch on that he might not be on this floor, why did he have to hesitate to give out his room number, he should have blurted any number starting with a 2, how difficult could that have been. And then she grabbed his arm and pressed it to her sweet softness and all sane thoughts left his mind. He knew right then he was lost, lost in her warm chocolate coloured eyes, her shyness, her small ineffectual hands. And when she turned, looked right up at him, smiled and said goodnight he knew he shouldn't have looked at her, he should have looked somewhere to her right or left, just anywhere but her eyes, those eyes which were desperately trying and hopelessly failing to hide herself from him. He touched her slight chin lifting her face so he could see her flame some more. She slowly lifted her eyes to meet his searing gaze that seemed to look deep within her soul. She needed to block her vision of him, had to close her eyes and just right then he couldn't help himself. He lowered his lips and touched them to hers like moisture to a leaf, a trembling one at that. She softly whimpered and shyly pressed her lips to his, her hands holding tightly onto her room key. He deepened the kiss slowly, pushing her hair back from her face and her mouth closer to his and felt her sway dangerously close to his body. He had to pull back before he crossed into that place from where there would have been no return, he had to look at her and see for himself if the warmth flowing from her body was just due to the wild drinking session or a further reaction to him. He was fairly certain it was a mixture of both and at that point all he wanted was to inflame her completely.

She couldn't have imagined how soft his lips were; she never knew a man's lips could be so different to a woman's and feel so right. The moment the kiss ended and he pulled back, she had her eyes lowered and just couldn't look up at him, never had she felt so shy and completely wanton at the same time. Her first kiss, the duration not as long as she would have hoped for but somehow she knew this was just the beginning; she was a bit tipsy but not that drunk to not be able to see his body's reaction to her. Just noticing that made her flush so much, she had to lift her hands and hide her face from his searching eyes.

A single kiss and in his view a very chaste kiss and the lady hid her face! She flirted like a vixen, looked at him with hungry eyes, knew just the right moment to lower her eyes and then blushed at one kiss. There was something here he couldn't quite put his finger on, but his brain was refusing to cooperate with him and form rational thoughts. He reached for her hands, slowly pulled them away from her face and slid the room key from between her trembling fingers. Taking slow breaths she sensed his questioning eyes and turned her face away. He reached on her side, careful not to touch her or his last thread of control would have snapped and slowly put the key into the lock opening the door to her room.