Chapter 8

Henry who was casually leaning against the wall of the elevator, let his gaze wander over his still furious wife. Catherine's cheeks were slightly flushed with heat and some strands had come loose from her pinned up hair.
His eyes glided down to her breasts that were invitingly outlined under her white silk blouse and raised with each breath she took. He needed to mobilize all his willpower to tear his eyes away from her boobs and turned his attention to her legs instead. It amazed him time and again how a woman as short as his Catherine could have such fantastic and well-proportioned legs.
Slowly he let his gaze wander up her body once again until he finally met her eyes. A veritable firework of emotions exploded behind these expressive windows to her soul. But the prevailing emotion was quite obviously anger.

"What?!", she hissed in his direction as soon as she noticed him wordlessly staring at her.
Henry pointed at the bar of buttons on the right side.
"I'm just wondering whether you're going to decided which floor you want to stop at. And I can't get past the fact how incredibly beautiful you are when you're angry."
"That's none of your bui... excuse me?!" When the meaning of his words got to her, Catherine stared at Henry perplexed and shook her head as if this gesture could simply undo his compliment.

Although he knew that it was a stupid idea, he still took a step towards her, reducing the distance between them until he felt Catherine's hot breath brush against his neck. He simply could not fight the desire that surged up in him as soon as he looked at his wife being so full of life, likewise angry and fiery. Anger was an emotion he knew only too well. This was something he could handle. And nothing excited him more than seeing that fiery blaze light up in Catherine's hazel eyes.
"So fucking beautiful," he whispered hoarsely. The next thing she knew, he was reaching for her and pulled his wife closer. Before she could even mutter a protest, Henry pressed the emergency stop with his fist and just a split second later his quivering lips conquered hers. Shortly thereafter he wrested her laptop and her phone from her grasp and carelessly put them on the floor.

Without wasting any precious moment he straightened up and looked at his breathtakingly beautiful wife. Her breathing was quick and shallow as she licks her red lips, waiting for his next move, her own expression full of passion and pent-up desire. So he lunged at her once again to kiss Catherine like there's no tomorrow. She returned his kiss with equal fervor, willingly opening her lips to allow his probing tongue entrance. Henry did not hesitate but aggressively took possession of what she was willing to give him and burried his hands in her soft hair.

"Henry," Catherine panted an eternity later, trying to catch her breath. He didn't release her but pushed her backwards instead until her back hit the wall of the elevator. Determined his fingers brushed from her chin down to her neck. He paused at the bottom of her blouse, building up the tension until he slid his hand under the soft fabric and started kneaded the base of her right breast.

When a slight groan escaped her throat, he interpreted that as her approval and kissed her again. Meanwhile his hand tugged at the buttons on her blouse. A second later his fingers slid over her lace covered breasts. He greedily opened the front clasp of her bra and teasingly circled one nipple until the little bud puckered up for him. His tongue kept teasing hers and when he threatened to come undone with pleasure, he buried his teeth in Catherine's lower lip and bit down softly. As a result her body bucked up and she inevitably pressed herself against him, causing his throbbing member to twitch in his slacks. Henry could no longer suppress the urge to rub his pelvis against her lower abdomen.

"I want you," he growled with growing excitement and started pushing her skirt up to stroke her silky thighs.
"Henry," she whispered helplessly and trembled with lust when her husband caressed her mons. "That's not exactly a good idea, Henry. We ... oh my god ... we're in the office."
Henry made a sound that was half a laugh, half a moan.
"Actually we're in an elevator, kitten," he corrected her, using his second hand to tear apart the thin nylon pantyhose just beneath her crotch. He stifled her protest with a kiss.

Then he pushed her panties aside and teasingly stroked her labia all the way up to her clit. He rubbed over the little bud of nerves with slightly increasing pressure until Catherine moaned and opened both his belt and pants with eager hands. She brushed down his trousers along with his boxer shorts and his throbbing member jumped to her attention. Now it was Henry's turn to moan with pleasure.

With one hand he grabbed Catherine's right thigh and jerked her leg up. His other hand that was still circling her clit went lower to check her readiness. His index finger pushed her labia aside and slid into her slick opening while her hands dug themselves into his hair.
"Mhm, Catherine," he groaned and positioned his erection in front of her entrance. He paused for a moment, searching in her eyes for any sign that she wasn't ready for this – for him. But all he saw was unbridled desire and naked lust.
So he slammed into her with one single, violent thrust that made them moan in unison. He couldn't muster the strength to grant her much time to get used to his size and when Catherine's fingernails scratched his tender neck, all restraints died away.

He fucked her faster, pressing her small body violently against the wall of the elevator with each thrust. Her tight walls pulsed around his penis and Henry bit down on the soft arch of her neck in a vain attempt to cut back his desire. When his wife cried out starteled, he apologetically licked over the previously maltreated skin with his tongue, never slowing down the speed of his thrusts.

When a well-known tingling sensation announced his approaching orgasm, Henry buried his hand between their bodies to put some slight pressure on her pulsing clit.
It didn't take long till his wife was torn away by a wave of lust – her eyes closed, her mouth open and an ecstatic expression on her beautiful face.
Her quivering body twitched several times while her vaginal walls contracted so tightly around his penis that Henry let out a cry of purest pleasure and exploded inside her with an intensity that made him dizzy.

With a racing pulse and a wildly beating heart he slumped against Catherine and lowered his forehead against hers. Reluctantly he released her leg that immediately slid down his body. He needed a moment before he could trust his wobbly legs once again.

When his slackened penis slid out of her heated body, Henry sighed and silently began to sort his clothes.
Catherine, quietely cursing in Italian, straightened her bra and buttoned up her blouse, then she gave him an unreadable look.

"What?!" he asked, handing her a handkerchief to wipe away the sticky traces of their union between her thighs.
"What?!", she hissed back and threw the used cloth against his chest. "Do I really have to explain to you how wrong and morally reprehensible..."
Henry interrupted the tirade of his angry wife by gently clasping her face with his hands and forcing her to look at him.
"No, don't go there, there is absolutely nothing wrong with this, Catherine," he said in a calm voice, running his thumb lovingly over her cheeks.

It abashed him as much as it shocked him that his wife felt guilty after every sexual encounter they had nowadays. Encounters that were only initialized and dominated by lust and anger and left no room for caresses. No Tenderness they once had willingly shared with each other. A tenderness Catherine no longer could bear.
Or maybe she just did not want to share that with him anymore. How else could he explain that every sexual interaction with his wife felt more like an affair than his actual affairs?
When was the last time he and Catherine had made love with each other – sweetly and tenderly in a bed for crying out loud?

He helplessly dropped his hands but still leaned down to steal one last kiss. Catherine however avoided him by turning her head away and pulling her skirt down to straighten it. Then she looked at her watch.
"Damn it, I'm late. Now I have to come up with an excuse." She cursed indignantly, picking up her laptop and her cell phone.
"As far as I remember, you already came." Henry knew how stupid it was to keep on angering his wife, but he was a man who did not shy away from a challenge. He simply loved a naughty thrill.

The look Catherine was throwing his way should require an official gun license due to it's mortal effect but Henry did not let her anger intimidate him. Instead he fealessly stroked her redblonde hair behind her ear.
"Let's discuss this quietly tonight," he said with the sudden desire to end the marital ice age between them. The irritation flashing across Catherine's delicate features was priceless and gave him some hope at the same time.
"We could go to Panino," Henry suggested. Meanwhile he wondered how many years had passed since the last time they went out together as a couple? Apparently half an eternity.

"Don't be silly." With these words she put down his attempted rapprochement and pushed past him to disable the emergency stop and pressed the button for the third floor. Then she turned her back to Henry while controling her reflection in the partially glazed wall of the elevator.
"I'm serious." He did not want to acquit himself at this point. Nor watch his wife pulling up her insuperable protective walls that were going to lock himself out once again. Heartfelt he approached her and embraced her small body from behind.
"Please, baby," he whispered in her ear and kissed her neck with tender care.

When the elevator came to a halt on the third floor and the doors opened with a soft noise, his wife resolutely freed herself from his embrace.
"Just as serious as you are about Kenna and all your other bed bunnies?" Her biting tone told him that she was by no means ready to give his proposal another thought.
"It's not my affairs that stand between us and you know that damn well," his voice has lost it's leniency.

"Have we now reached that point again? Okay, then let's just cut the crap and come to the agreement that I'm the one being guilty of our marriage's failure. Shall we, Henry? If you'll excuse me now, please." With a determined expression she pushed past him and stalked out of the elevator with her head held high.
"How else should I assess this whole mess when you're once again running away, Catherine?", He shouted after her and did not even know why her repeated flight suddenly burdened him so much.

They had lived apart for several years now. Maybe in the same house but worlds apart. So why didn't he want to settle for this status quo now?
He already guessed the answer. And no matter how often he chewed on this bitter truth, he still loved Catherine.
Despite or perhaps because of all the terrible things that had happened over the last few years that had disrupted their marriage. This hot-blooded Italian devil of a wife was the love of his life, no matter how often fate had played them a rotten hand and despite all adversities that stood in their way.
Not even the distance between them and the emptiness Catherine's brutal rape had caused her could change that. How many times had he wanted to turn back time and undo all the pain these two bastards had imposed upon his poor wife.

Did they still stood a chance at happiness?
But how could he go and make her feel responsible for their disastrous marriage?
"No, of course it's not your fault alone. But can't you understand how frustrating your constant defensive stance must be for me? Especially after experiences like these. "With his hand he pointed helplessly to the inside of the elevator.

His wife who had already reached the corridor leading to their human resources department paused in the middle of her movement and turned to face her husband.
"Maybe you just have to learn to let go," she told him in a low, sad voice. He could not bring himself to let her go like that. So Henry followed her out into the hall and gently reached for her right upper arm.
"Or maybe both of us need to seriously consider whether there are other alternatives besides letting go?" He told her gently but Catherine shook her head insistently.
"No, Prediletto. It's too late for that. Far too late."
When she now freed herself from his grip, Henry let her go without further resistance.

Puh, that wasn't an easy one. I'm sorry but being some kind of a dramaqueen I got carried away with the situation. Don't worry, I have tons of ideas how they can reconcile, fight, reconcile... you get the meaning.

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