First I love you
April 30th
"Henry," she sighed with frustration.
He stopped his movements and lifted his head to look into her eyes. "What is it, babe?"
"Stop teasing," she wished out loud. Their foreplay seemed never-ending and the tip of his erection had been exploring her territory for long enough now.
"Miss impatient," he smiled wide while kissing her fully on the lips before dragging himself along her wet folds again.
"I mean it, Henry," she lifted one of her eyebrows and gave him a look to kill.
"Uhu," he murmured as he let his mouth travel towards her breasts to explore even more of that territory.
Elizabeth followed his every move and sighed heavily before closing her eyes. She put her hands over her head and decided to just let Henry have it his way.
As he was exploring her abdomen and inhaled her scent, Henry sat upright on his knees in between Elizabeth's legs.
"Oh my god," frustration evident in her voice. "Henry, you can't be serious," the loss of physical contact caused her to open her eyes quickly to stare down at him.
Leaning on her elbows, she lifted her hands questioningly at him.
"I love you," he spoke. Just like that he said it, three small words that held the universe in them.
Elizabeth searched his eyes and swallowed hard.
"I love you," he stated the obvious again. The seriousness in his voice made her shiver.
He took her hands and hoisted her up into his lap in one swift movement.
"I love you so much," he snaked his arms around her lower back and pulled her even closer towards him, never not looking at her.
"For being who you are, for what you do, to me and for me, for loving me."
Her eyes started to shine. Emotion got the better of her and she was unable to say anything.
"That is, if you do love me back, of course," Henry was suddenly feeling uncertain and searched her eyes for answers.
She nodded. Slowly at first, then with more determination.
She hugged him tightly. Their bodies pressed together, her arms around his neck, locking him as close to her as possible.
"Say it, babe," he whispered in her ear.
She kissed his shoulder.
"I need to hear you say it," he placed a kiss to her hair and inhaled the scent of her shampoo.
"Henry, I …" was all she could whisper.
He cradled her head and pulled her back just the slightest so he could look at her fully.
"What is it?" he looked at her with concern.
"I do," she answered and nodded her head affirmatively.
"Then tell me," he softly put his lips to hers.
"I…," she stalled.
Henry looked at her with worry in his eyes. His courage was disappearing slowly and insecurity got the better of him. He pushed her off him, slowly.
She sat on her knees and took his head into her hands. Her thumbs caressing his cheeks, she started to speak.
"I'm scared, Henry," she searched his eyes to see if he could possibly understand her train of thought.
He lowered his head but she lifted it before he had the chance to block her out.
"It's been quite a few years since I've said those words out loud. And the only people I've ever told are gone," her voice cracked. "I don't want to lose you."
"You're not going to lose me," he kissed the inside of her hand as he brought his hands to hers.
"I'm here, babe," he brought both her hands to his mouth to kiss them, "I promise."
"I know," she nodded. But still, she couldn't make herself say the words she so desperately wanted Henry to hear out loud.
She dropped her head in her hands before falling backwards onto the bed.
Henry lay down beside her.
"It's okay," he grabbed her by her waist and pulled her closer into his body. "I understand if you're not ready. I'll wait."
"I am ready. That's just it. I've been wanting to tell you for some time now, but I never seem to have the courage to do so."
"Come here," he dragged her closer so she could rest her head on his chest. He draw lazy circles on her lower back.
"I know you do," he kissed the crown of her head. "That's enough."
He could her hear train of thought rumble through her head as if she was contemplating if she should or should not tell him.
After lying entangled in each other's arms for a couple of minutes, drawing patterns along each other's bodies, she lifted her head and had a wicked grin on her face.
Henry didn't know what to make of that and just looked at her while she lifted her leg and draped it across his middle.
Straddling him, she lowered her head and kissed him slowly on the lips. His lower lip got caught between her lips as she sucked it. Releasing it, she kissed a slow path towards his ear and nibbled his earlobe. She whispered it ever so softly that even Henry was unsure he'd heard correctly.
She retook her previous position and hovered above his face. She smiled. The most beautiful smile he'd ever seen on her. Henry answered it and pulled her down to him. He hugged her so close to his body, she thought he'd never let her go every again.
She pecked the corner of his mouth before whispering the three precious words in his other ear again, just a notch louder this time.
"I love you, Henry," she kissed his cheek again and sat up.
She added out loud: "You have no idea how very much."
