Sorry this chapter took so long to get out to you guys. Real Life has kicked my ass...
Luckily my job is now safe, and my muse decided to kind of come back to me!
I cannot thank 'TeaismyQueen' enough for her help with this.
ALSO... THE FINALE... BOOOOOOOOOOM!
"Well, here's a promise. I'll always find time for you and the kids."
"Thank you."
(phone ringing)
"Is that Russell Jackson?"
Mm-mm. Mm-mm. Mm-mm.
"Ugh."
"It is. He's here."
(groans)
Hold that thought.
"Uh, where are you on the new chief of staff? - I sent over a good guy."
"Oh."
"Yeah, you did. Uh, but I'm gonna go with Jay."
"Who in the hell is Jay?"
"Whitman. My policy advisor."
"Well, that's dumb."
"Good night, Russell."
(4X04 - Shutdown)
Henry accosted her in the hallway, the 'hold that thought' running through his head. Their kiss was amazing, it left him breathless and wanting, no needing more and he couldn't just sit there and wait. He had stopped in the hallway listening to the conversation between her and Jackson, silently seething at the interruption. Henry smiled as he heard her shut him down and say goodnight. As soon as that door was firmly closed he pounced on her, dragging her as far as the bottom of the stairs. Henry took the glass from her hand and set it down on the bottom stair before sweeping her up into his arms and kissing her passionately, pushing her backwards with his body until her back hit the piano.
They moved swiftly, performing a dance they perfected from years of practice, removing clothing, pressing kisses whenever they found fresh skin through the layers. Leaving her clad in her panties and him still in his boxers, he presses Elizabeth against the keys, taking a seat on the piano stool in front of her. His hands find her breasts, his fingers coaxing her nipples to hardened little nubs all over again. Elizabeth groans as they ache with every pinch, her clit throbbing, as she thrusts her hips into the side of his leg, the arousal rapidly building inside her.
"What do you want?" Henry asks, and she licks her lips and motions downwards with her eyes.
"Taste me," she said. Henry smiles, his tongue poking out slightly from his lips, leaning forward as he pulled her panties to the side. Her clit is so engorged that it is peeking out above the folds of her pussy, and he exhales a hot breath on it causing her to gasp.
His breath is replaced by his warm, wet tongue. He swirls it in little circles down one side of her pussy, and then up the other side, never quite dipping his tongue inside her but hard enough that the pressure of every swirl makes its way through her body.
Elizabeth moans as she grinds herself against his mouth, the feel of his soft, wet lips finally encircling her clit. She wants him to suck it into his mouth while he flicks at it with the tip of his tongue. She wants to feel and she wants to see the wetness of her orgasm drench his lips and chin. And then she wants to feel his cock inside her.
Oh fuck, did she need to have his cock inside her.
She looks down and pleads with her eyes for him to make her come. A silent communication they've had for so many years. He smiles and keeps his eyes connected with hers and then plunges his tongue inside her, lapping up her juices and then slides his tongue out to flick at her clit. She is riding on the edge of an orgasm, and he is the one making her ride it, making her squirm against the piano keys, the sounds floating around the room. Her legs start to tingle and twitch as he takes her close and then backs away again. He's teasing her, just as the kiss in the kitchen teased him before getting called away to the door.
Of course, it wasn't her fault that her phone had to go off at that precise moment, but it happened, and her kiss was heated and passionate and he had to get her back for it. And each tiny flick of his tongue against her sent a blissful jolt of ecstasy inside her that gradually started to overflow.
"Yes, Henry," she gasps, her voice hoarse. Her hand grasping at his hair. "Please, make me come."
Henry grins against her before moving away, she lets out a huff as he replaces his mouth with one of his long fingers. It slides inside her and she clenches her pussy around it, making him smile. He adds another finger and curls them upwards, finding the spot that makes her moan and she throws her head back. He lowers his mouth again to blow warm breaths against her pulsing clit, her mind floating away as his fingers coax pleasure from her.
Elizabeth lays back on the piano, her body quivering as one of his hands runs up her body, caressing the space between her breasts as he licks her pussy from bottom to top, his tongue stopping to circle her clit with every lick. She spreads her legs wider to invite him in completely, thrusting her pussy against him as he pulls her clit inside his mouth, suckling on it. She starts to lose control as he presses his fingers into her once again, wave after wave of pleasure pulsing up her legs to the pit of her stomach. The sound of the piano, along with the sweet, sensual music of her orgasm filling the room.
Elizabeth looks down and his eyes meet hers, his lips forming a smile against her pussy. He lifts his head, his lips and chin are wet with her juices, and she grins back. Just what I wanted,' she thinks.
"Would you play the next movement with me?" Henry asks, pressing his fingers, still wet from being inside her, down on some of the keys as he grins at her.
Elizabeth nods her head, "Yes, as long as the new movement is fucking me," she whispers.
Henry stands,never breaking eye contact. He slides his boxers down, his cock springing free and it hits the side of her thigh and he moves it so that it rests against her pussy. He puts his hands on either side of her on the piano, sliding his cock against her wet pussy, letting it rub between her folds, the soft underside of his cock rubbing against her engorged clit.
"Oh god," she says. "Please just fuck me, Henry. I want you inside me…" She whines, pouting playfully, slowly begging.
"Patience, Elizabeth. We must build to another crescendo, chérie," he says. "And then we shall have an ending that will be as none you've ever had before."
Elizabeth lets out a snort and then laughs. "I think you need to work on your French, babe, crescendo is Italian."
He gives a shrug and looks at her, his eyes filled with lust, and the soft skin of his hard cock against her sex was having its intended effect. She's feeling a stronger pull of arousal as she feels his cock slide between her sensitive lips. Henry pushes agonizingly slow at the entrance of her pussy and he can see her inhale deeply, knowing she wants him to thrust into her hard. Instead, he pulls back and slides it back up to her clit.
"Argh, Henryyyy…" Elizabeth growls. She's aching to have him inside her and she could tell that his need to push that wonderfully hard penis inside was growing. His moans grow to match hers as he runs against her, the feeling of her wet lips on the head of his cock was getting to much for them both.
"Let the finale begin," he mumbles as he slides the tip of his cock inside her.
They both gasp as he holds his cock there for a moment. She contracts her muscles, pulling him further inside, and he throws his head back at the sensation. Inch by inch he pushes his cock inside her, and each time she squeezes around him. His cock feels wonderful as it fills her, but she wants it all inside her. She moves slightly, the keys of the piano making more noise again and she lifts her leg up, Henry put an arm against her thigh, spreading her wide in front of him and he plunges his cock all the way in.
"God. Yes…" Elizabeth squeals. He holds himself there, grinding hard against her to make sure he is all the way inside before he pulls back and thrusts deep inside a second time, then a third and then he hits a rhythm. His thumb finds her clit and circles it as he fucks her with his thick, hard cock. Her fingers move to roll her nipples and she can feel herself climbing another mountain of pleasure, but this time she was going to have someone reach the summit with her.
Henry leans forward, pressing his head against her forehead, his eyes finding hers, "Nous faisons de la belle musique ensemble." He whispers and presses his lips to hers as he plunges his cock hard inside of her. Elizabeth arches against him, her arms move around his neck to hold him closer as his hips slap rhythmically against her. He grabs hold of her hips and pulls her against him with every thrust. The look in his eyes is almost feral, and she wants him to fuck her…hard.
Her eyes must have looked the same because he pushes her hips down against the keys on the piano, plunging his cock deep inside of her. His pace quickens and she can feel his cock pulsing against her insides. She reaches between them, her fingers pressing on her clit while he fucks her faster and faster.
"God, Henry… Fuck me… Make me come again. Please."
"Elizabeth," he groans out, his hands gripping her hips harder, his thrusts becoming more powerful. An animalistic growl coming from deep inside him. His cock begins to spasm inside her and Elizabeth lets out a scream of bliss as she follows him into the abyss, her mind going blank as she comes hard.
They both gasp and moan, writhing against one another, keeping the amazing feeling alive for as long as they could, each mutual thrust giving a new wave of orgasms that gradually ebb away as they slow and stop.
Henry rests his head against against her shoulder before pushing himself away from her body, his fingers coming up to run slowly down her face.
"God… Did we just reenact that scene from Pretty Woman?" Elizabeth chuckles to herself as she moves to sit up, her ass pressing on the piano keys. "I'm just glad we have an empty house tonight, I don't think I could deal with the kids faces."
Henry laughs and steps away from her, helping her stand up and collecting their clothing, he takes hold of her hand, pulling her tight against his chest, her naked body colliding and pressing against his.
"I meant what I said earlier, Elizabeth. I'll always find time for you, and the kids."
Elizabeth leans up, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, "Thank you, Henry. And thank you for the watch, it is an amazing gift and you are just so thoughtful and amazing, and I really need to stop saying amazing, but that is what you are."
Henry gave another chuckle and pulled her towards the stairs.
"Shall we continue this celebration of time and music upstairs?"
"Oui, J'adore Henry."
They may not have gone to Paris but they could still give each other a little bit of a French twist in their lives…
'Nous faisons de la belle musique ensemble.' - 'We make beautiful music together.'
Shout out to Pretty Woman... where I had actually forgotten about the piano scene until I was halfway through writing this...
I was encouraged to keep going, so I did...
I hope this is alright!
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I hope to have another chapter up before I leave for my holiday in 9 days! So keep your fingers clicking haha!