Henry leaned against the kitchen side of his small Charlottesville apartment, surveying the beautifully set out table, complete with candles, wine and a very special little velvet box. Tonight was the night he'd been waiting for. The night he'd been building up to for quite some time. Tonight was the night he was going to cement his future with the girl he loved and he could barely contain his nerves.
Elizabeth had been so busy trying to get her work done, they had scarcely managed to see each other in weeks, but Henry had convinced her to commit to one evening where it was just them. No text books or study guides. No mention of revision or midterms. Just them enjoying being together. And he'd seen it as the perfect opportunity to ask the most important question of his life.
Glancing up at the clock, the butterflies in Henry's stomach started to stage a rebellion. He'd been so sure of himself earlier in the day, knowing exactly what he was going to say and how unbelievably romantic it would all be. But as the minutes ticked by and he awaited Elizabeth's arrival, the voice of crippling doubt took over. What if she's not ready? What if you freeze and can't get the words out? And holy hell… What if she says no?
Henry took a few deep breaths and looked around his apartment. There wasn't one inch of it that didn't have something of Elizabeths staring back at him. Her books, her clothes, her make-up and the cute little teddy bear she'd given him for their first Valentine's Day. Even though Elizabeth hadn't officially moved in, she had more stuff there than he did. They were so good together, so solid, so in love. Henry smiled to himself as his body and mind calmed…. Of course she'll say yes.
The pasta was drained, the candles were lit and the wine had been poured. The only thing missing… Was Elizabeth. She was meant to be there by 6pm but as Henry looked at the clock for what must have been the millionth time, it became glaringly obvious that she wasn't coming. She was almost an hour late and having not heard from her all day, Henry was starting to think she'd stood him up.
With a sigh, he blew out the candles, scraped the food into containers and looked at the little box sat there on the table. It was all meant to be so perfect, yet there he was, stood alone, looking down at a ring he'd had for months, unsure of what to do next. Could it be possible that Elizabeth had lost interest in their relationship? She had been rather aloof for weeks and Henry started to wonder whether what he'd perceived as a busy schedule was actually her way of withdrawing from them, from him.
Grabbing his jacket and slipping the ring box into his pocket, he went in search of Elizabeth, and hopefully some answers. If she was going to break up with him, the least she could do was actually get it over with and stop stringing him along. With every step he took, Henry was getting more and more annoyed at the whole situation. He was ready to demand some answers and he steeled himself as he knocked loudly on her door.
"Hey Henry, what can I do for you?" Becky looked a little surprised to see him as she opened the door.
"I need to speak to Elizabeth, is she here?" His voice was laced with annoyance.
"No. I haven't seen her since first thing this morning and she said she wouldn't be back as she had a date with you. Is everything alright?" Becky now seemed concerned by the situation.
"She didn't show up and I don't know what to think." Henry dragged his hand through his hair, getting more exasperated by the minute. "I need to find her."
"Try the library Henry, you know what she's like. I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation." She offered Henry a friendly smile as he turned on his heels and set off in search of his elusive girlfriend.
As Henry entered the library, all annoyance evaporated and his heart melted at the sight before him. Elizabeth was sat in her usual quiet spot in the corner, open books surrounding her, scrunched up balls of paper littering the floor and her head in her hands as she sobbed.
Henry hastily approached her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders "Hey sweetheart, what's wrong?"
Elizabeth looked up at him with glassy eyes and shook her head. "I can't do it Henry. All this work, I just can't do it." She buried her face in her hands once again and her body shuddered as her tears fell.
"Yes you can baby. You're the most competent person I know. What's happened to make you feel this way?"
"It's everything. Trying to finish assignments, studying for midterms…. The timescale to complete it all is always so fucking tight for me and I just about manage to scrape through but this time I just can't do it. I'm not good enough."
"Ok, that's it. You've done enough for one evening." He set about packing her stuff up and pulling her out of the chair "You need to relax or you'll drive yourself crazy."
"I have too much to do Henry. If I stop now I'll never get it all finished in time. Maybe a quick cup of coffee and then I need to get back to it."
"No, you need to relax. You're more stressed out than I've ever seen you Elizabeth. No more study tonight, you'll burn yourself out if you're not careful."
Henry had forgotten all about his plans for the evening and how mad he'd been. Seeing Elizabeth in such a state only reiterated how deeply he loved her. All he wanted to do was get his girlfriend to relax for one evening, and as his mind wandered, he formulated a plan.
When they'd been driving for a while, Elizabeth finally noticed that they weren't anywhere near Henry's apartment. In fact, they were quite some distance away.
"Ummmmm Henry, Where are we going? I thought we were headed home?"
Henry smiled at her use of the word 'home' and then answered quite firmly. "Nope. Far too much temptation for you there. I don't trust you not to hit the books again."
"So, what's your plan?… You're just going to drive around all night so I can't get to my books? Well that's genius. What happens when you run out of gas Einstein?"
Henry glanced over at her and smirked "You're incredibly sexy when you're stressed baby."
Elizabeth huffed and turned her body towards the window. This silly game of his was costing her precious study time and she was in no mood for it.
When the car finally came to a halt, Henry pulled her out of the passenger seat and led her into the rather posh looking hotel.
"Henry, what the hell… Stop messing about. I have work to do."
"I thought we could stay here tonight." Henry was feeling rather pleased with himself, putting his little plan into action.
"You're crazy! This is impulsive and stupid Henry." Her frustration was growing by the second.
"This is romantic and necessary Elizabeth. Now stop complaining and smile for me." Henry gave her gentle kiss and checked them in.
As the elevator clicked through each floor, Elizabeth sighed. "You know what that receptionist was thinking! That we only checked in to have sex. Did you see the look she gave us? This isn't the kind of place you pay by the hour Henry."
Henry sniggered "That's not why we're here… And it's gonna take far longer than an hour to get you unwound." He took hold of her hand and led her into their cosy looking room. It was small and not overly extravagant, but it was perfect for them.
With his hands resting on her hips, Henry could see the concern on his girlfriends face and tried to placate her "No books, no distractions, no study… Just you and me baby. You can take a bath, we'll order room service, watch a movie. I just want you to give yourself a break. I want to take care of you."
"Henry, you can't afford all this. I really appreciate it but it's not necessary." she wrapped her arms around his neck "We can go home, I promise I won't study."
"You don't need to worry about anything, if I want to take my girl away for the night, I will. Just relax, I'll get the tub filled with bubbles." As Henry walked away, Elizabeth grabbed his hand.
"We can do that after." Suddenly, being alone with her handsome boyfriend was just what she needed. And it would be a crying shame to waste a romantic hotel room.
"After what?"
"For someone so intelligent, you're a little slow on the uptake Henry." With a slight tilt of her head and a tiny nibble of her bottom lip, Elizabeth moved her fingers to the buttons on her jeans and popped them open, one by one, watching Henry intently. She liked the way his eyes darkened with desire when he watched her undress. It was arousing and exciting and made her feel incredibly sexy.
She turned around and gave a teasing wiggle of her hips as she dragged the denim down her legs, bending over to free her feet and giving Henry a perfect view of her thong clad ass. She could feel his eyes boring into her and, gripping the hem of her sweater, she pulled it over her head and glanced to the side, knowing Henry wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself for long.
Henry was practically salivating. They hadn't been intimate for almost a month what with her workload and his ROTC training and he could barely contain himself. He wanted to touch her so badly, feel her body against his, make her unravel in the most spectacular of ways. But more than anything he wanted to make her feel cherished.
They had got to know each other well before making the decision to enter into a sexual relationship. They both saw something worth building on and didn't want to ruin it. But when they could no longer resist and took that step, it became very apparent that they were compatible in every way.
Henry rapidly rid himself of the confines of his clothing, his cock hardening as his eyes traced Elizabeth's body "Holy shit you're incredible. I've missed you so much."
"Then get your ass over here and fuck me."
Henry crossed the room and turned her to face him, running his hands up her body, feeling her muscles twitch under his touch as he squeezed her breasts through the lace of her bra before unhooking it and letting it fall. He then travelled back down, pressing featherlight kisses against her stomach as he pushed her panties down just far enough so they could drop to the floor. Elizabeth loved how gentle and sensitive Henry could be, but right now she was a raging ball of stress induced tension and she needed a powerful release, and she knew damn well he could provide it.
"Urghhhhhhh, hurry up Henry. I need to get rid of..." She waved her hands frantically over her body "All of this stress. You're taking too long."
Henry narrowed his eyes at the beauty in front of him. Stressed Elizabeth really wasn't such a joy and he needed to tame the beast. And he knew exactly the way to do it.
Dropping to his knees, Henry took a firm hold of her hips and swiped his tongue hard and fast up through her abundantly wet folds and over her clit, making her yelp with a mixture of shock and pleasure. Every inch of her ached for him in a way she had never experienced before and just the slightest touch from him could drive her crazy.
She looked down to see why he had stopped and he was staring up at her with the goofiest grin spread across his face. He loved being the one who could shatter her resolve with just his touch, but he also loved making her yearn for it, and the more he teased her, the better it would ultimately be.
"Henry! Stop messing about… You're being such an asshole this evening." Her voice had taken on a rather whiny tone.
"Well if you're going to be like that…. " Henry was playing a dangerous game and smirked as he feigned upset and moved away from her.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it… Please Henry… keep going." She was staring at him, her eyes so wide and deep, he was practically a puddle on the floor. He had never been able to resist those baby blues of hers and moved back towards her, getting to work immediately.
Henry was insatiable, feasting on her like she was the very essence of life. His tongue had a life of its own and Elizabeth couldn't stay still, squirming with pleasure as Henry tried to hold her hips steady. His hands firmly cupping the arc of her perfectly rounded butt as he pulled her closer to his mouth, trapping her in a delicious web of ecstasy.
Her legs were trembling at the sensations Henry was creating within her and she had no idea how she was still upright. There was just something about him going down on her while she was standing that heightened every feeling. Her fingers were gripping his hair, holding his head in place in case he dare try to stop, and everything around her seemed hazy. She was slightly unsure if she was chasing down the peak of pleasure or if she wanted to keep it at bay just a little while longer.
With the slight tense of her thighs, Henry plunged two fingers into her wetness, pulling them in and out as rapidly as his tongue was still moving and he had her just where he wanted her. Ready to completely lose it… And he was only just getting started.
Henry looked up at Elizabeth, needing to see the effect he could have on her. Wanting to commit the pure beauty of it to his memory. Her lips parted as she let out a breathy groan and their eyes met for the briefest of moments before Henry curled his fingers, caressing the sweet spot that always pushed her over the edge and he felt her muscles clamp and contract as she came hard.
"OhgodohgodohFUCK….HENRY." The way she cried out was sending his own arousal into overdrive and he couldn't help himself.
Pure lust took over and Elizabeth barely had a chance to come down from one orgasm before Henry lifted her up and slammed her against the wall. One arm wrapping around her back to hold her steady while his free hand pumped his cock, coating himself with her arousal as he plunged deep into her with one well timed thrust.
"Ohhhhhh fuck… Yesssss." Elizabeth wanted everything Henry could give her, as hard and fast as he could manage. There was a time and place for slow and steady and this definitely wasn't it. She was already over sensitive where his tongue had paved the way and she needed to feel him.
Her legs wrapped around his body, pulling him in deeper. The feel of him inside her, slipping in and out at a frantic pace was something she'd desperately missed and she couldn't focus on anything other than the pleasure building within her. Losing herself completely to the man she loved so much.
One hand was gripping his neck tightly, while she had the other palm pressed against the wall above her head, stopping herself moving too much with each deep thrust of Henry's hips. It felt incredible, yet it wasn't quite enough, she needed something more, something primal. There was only one position that would do the job just right.
Elizabeth dropped her legs down and pushed Henry back, making him groan in frustration.
"What's wrong baby? Why are we stopping?"
Making her way to the bed and leaning over it, Elizabeth looked over her shoulder and her steely blue eyes drew him in "What are you waiting for?…I need you."
Henry's expression went from one of frustration to one of pure elation as he wasted no time, holding onto her hips and pushing into her, as hard and deep as he could possibly go.
"That's it baby…. I wanna feel you… Make me come again." The dirty talk slipping from her lips as her body responded to him was sinful and Henry couldn't get enough.
"Oh god you're always so fucking tight for me babe, you feel so good... Tell me what you need." His hands moved from her hips to cup her breasts, squeezing them hard with each thrust.
"Touch me Henry… I need your hands on me."
"Where? I want to hear you say it." He practically growled his response.
"Every-fucking-where." Her fingers were gripping the sheets as the pulse in her core took her closer and closer to the edge. She knew she'd be sore after this, but she didn't give a damn. "Harder… Come on.. Please."
There was a freedom and confidence they had with each other that neither of them had ever felt before. They could completely give in to every ounce of passion. Every dirty thought and fantasy. They had brought each other to life and it was addictive.
Henry pulled her up against his chest so his hands could roam her body freely, just as she'd asked. He touched everywhere he could reach. Stroking her neck, Squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, caressing her exquisitely toned abs and then she grabbed his hand and moved it to her core, pushing his fingers firmly against her clit as she threw her head back against his shoulder.
"Right… There… Urghhhhh." Elizabeth was ready to fall head first into a cataclysmic orgasm, but she wanted to take Henry with her. She needed to know she could make him feel as good as he did for her.
Henry let out an intense groan that resonated from deep within his chest "I want to hear you."
His fingers were playing with her as he thrust deeper than he thought possible, making her grind her ass against him as she let out a loud whimper.
"I can't stop… Oh god… Henry… "ME VENGO, ME VENGO."
"Huh?" Henry wrapped his arms tightly around her body, wanting to feel every inch of her as she surrendered and the feel of her under his fingertips was just too much.
With one final, deep thrust, Elizabeth let go of every last fragment of tension and stress she'd been holding onto. Currents of intense pleasure coursing through her body. Wave upon wave of it. She'd been holding her breath, prolonging the ecstasy, but as Henry spilled into her, she gasped at the feeling of warmth, knowing that she'd made him surrender too.
"Oh wow.. That was insane ...I love you Henry." She was laying face down on the mattress, completely sated, unable to move. Shuddering at the loss of contact as Henry softened and pulled out of her.
"I love you too baby, so much. You're phenomenal." He placed tender kisses down her spine and disappeared into the bathroom to fill the tub, just as he'd promised and then stuck his head back through, "Babe? What the hell did you shout out just then?"
Elizabeth turned her head and a blush crept across her cheeks as she met Henry's gaze. "I'm coming."
Henry looked quizzical "It didn't sound like that to me."
"It wasn't English Henry! I clearly learned the useful phrases from Spanish classes in high school." She giggled and buried her face in the bed again.
Henry cackled, "I've got you coming in several languages now, I'm impressed. Bilingual orgasms."
"Shut up Henry." Elizabeth smiled and threw a pillow in his general direction.
"What? I liked it… Very sexy. Now get that gorgeous arse of yours into the tub and relax.
When Elizabeth was nicely immersed in the warm water and copious amount of bubbles, Henry cleaned himself up and left her to relax. He wrapped himself in a robe and set about picking up the scattered clothing from the floor.
As he went to hang his jacket on the back of the chair, the little velvet box dropped onto the floor, reminding him of exactly what he'd planned for the evening before it had taken a bit of a detour.
He sat back against the headboard and opened the box, gazing at the ring inside. He was more certain than ever before that he was ready. That Elizabeth was his forever…. But he would have to formulate a new plan. Clicking the box shut and placing it safely back in his jacket pocket, Henry couldn't stop the grin spreading across his face. He knew exactly how he was going to propose….. And Elizabeth would love it!