24 hours – 10 rounds

2nd round

"You good, babe?" he asked as he stroked his right hand fingers lazily along her abdomen.

Elizabeth had her eyes closed and shuddered as she took in a long breath. "Hmhm," she murmured, not bothering to open her eyes.

Henry placed a kiss onto her hair and inhaled her scent while doing so. His left hand cupped some water and let it drip onto her breast. He could feel her flinch slightly on top of him as he teased her. His left hand soon followed the trail of the water drops and his fingers shaped her left nipple to a hard peak while his right hand snuck dangerously lower and lower.

Elizabeth opened one eye and saw Henry's hand disappear inside of her. The palms of her hands grabbed hold of his thighs that were resting on either side of her body and that locked her in his grip. She raised and curved her back as Henry's hands were playing with her clit and nipple at the same time. She squeezed his thighs tighter. The back of her head was still resting on his collar bone.

"Henry," she whispered, turning her face slightly more into his neck.

"Hmhm?" his voice was so low and hot in her hear.

"Did we clean up after ourselves?"

"The empty box is still on the coffee table. I grabbed everything else."

"Good," she sighed being able to completely enjoy his ministrations now. Henry continued to work on his wife.

Elizabeth felt as though she couldn't grasp Henry's thighs for her much needed leverage anymore and instead avidly grabbed the sides of the bathtub, clenching her hands around it hard.

His left hand had joined his right one underneath the water. He let one finger slip inside and with the other he put the necessary pressure on her clit.

"Hold still, babe," he ordered Elizabeth as she wriggled her hips underneath the water.

"No, argh, Henry," she grabbed his both wrists and tore his arms away from her intimate parts.

She was panting heavily, holding his both wrists in a deadlock.

"What?" he asked softly, looking at her worriedly. She had her back to him and he was hoping she'd turn around and tell him what's wrong.

Slowly, she put his hands on the sides of the tub where hers had been just moments ago. She scooted forward and turned around in the middle of the tub so she could face him. Henry's eyebrows went higher, asking her to clarify what it was with her.

She scooted forward, closer to him and took his hands again which were still resting on the tub. Sitting inside of his legs, opening hers to grant him enough work space, she led his hands to where they were playing with her before.

"You play with me," she said, leaving Henry's hands near her vagina for him to decide what to do with it.

She lent forward and captured his lips in a wet kiss. "I'll play with you," her hands flat on his chest dropped lower and lower until they were around him.

With one hand she cupped and squeezed his balls as her right hand pulled and pushed while twisting him around in her hand.

Henry's back left the tub and he grabbed her furiously. Three fingers from his right hand eased their way inside of her as the thumb of his left hand pressed her clit, that same hand large enough to hold her in place at the same time.

"Fu-, Henry!" the water was smashing to all sides, Elizabeth was unable to sit still as Henry brought her to where he wanted her.

"Let go, Elizabeth."

She shook her head desperately. "Are you there yet?" she hissed.

"Yes. Let go, baby. Come for me, please. I wanna see you come undone."

"Not without you, Hen-," it was her last hushed plea before he picked up the pace of his movements; faster and harder. She brought one of her hands to his neck and grabbed him for leverage. Her other one distractedly pumping him. He pinched her clit in between his thumb and index finger. "Oh, God!" Her head fell backwards and her mouth opened, no sound coming out, her breath stuck deep inside her throat.

Her legs fell shut, keeping him in place, locking his hands inside of her as she let her orgasm take control over her body.

As soon as she had gained awareness of what had unfolded, her head fell forward. Her legs giving him space to leave if he pleased. Henry was beaming at her, satisfied with himself he'd made her orgasm so hard.

"Liar," she threw at him as she swerved her thumb over his tip.

"I like looking at you when you orgasm," Henry admitted truthfully.

She started to stroke him again, determined to make him come as hard as she'd just come. She pulled his skin back down and back over his tip in long, yet fast strokes.

Elizabeth sat up on her knees, water cascading down her glorious body while she was working on him, and pulled the plug out of the tub, the water leaving the tub at a painstakingly slow pace. As soon as his dick was starting to become visible, the foam having drifted to other places and the water would soon be gone from around him, she lowered her other hand to his balls again and pulled them.

"Elizabeth," Henry's voice was demanding. She raised her head to look at him.

"What?" she asked, not being able to hide the smirk on her lips.

"I'm go-…" he couldn't finish his sentence; his eyes closing to let the feeling of orgasm overcome him.

"Oh, are you now?" she released him with both of her hands.

His eyes snapped open, only to see that her mouth was making its way to his balls. She licked them and sucked them before her right hand took control of his shaft again to stroke him over the edge. He gripped both sides of the bathtub again to keep himself from pushing too far into her mouth.

She swallowed as much as she could.

"Babe, that was … ."

"Yeah, I know." She gave him her trademark smile and snuck closer to him again.

"I like making you come, too…" she kissed him softly on the lips.

"But I wasn't able to look at you, when I was …" her eyes lowered to his shrinking penis.

She kissed him again. "It's a shame, you know," she admitted and kissed him again.

She put her hands on the side of the bath and pushed up.

"Don't bother drying yourself off." She stepped out of the bathtub and made her way out of the bathroom. She turned around once more and winked at him. "Don't be too long," she spoke louder when she was already in their bedroom.

Henry pushed himself up as well and hurriedly yet carefully so as not to slip, followed her of course.