Sorry it took me this long. Forgive me. I come bearing gifts. This is PURE SMUT!
Once Henry had managed to take all the steps of their stairwell with his wife in his arms, he put her down and pressed her against the wall. He locked her in-between his two outstretched arms. The palms of his hands rested next to both sides of her head. He looked her over, entirely, and he landed his eyes on hers. She lifted her chin so she could take him in completely. He kept looking at her, admiring her for all she was. All he ever needed her to be. She put her hands on his waist and pulled his groin closer. The lower parts of their body were glued together. Still, Henry made no gesture. He stood there. Elizabeth used her shoulders to push herself off the wall; not closing her eyes, refusing to leave Henry's intent gaze; she quietly pressed her mouth against his soft lips. Neither was willing to look away as their mouths were pressed together. Elizabeth pulled away just a notch. Henry still hadn't blinked or looked away. He was going to devour her. And it was turning her on to an unbelievable extent. A whisper, barely audible, 'Henry', before she locked lips with him again. This time, she was fierce. She ran her tongue between his upper and lower lip and forced his mouth to open. When Henry obliged, she threw her arms around his neck as her left leg locked around his right one. She finally closed her eyes, losing the game he was obviously playing. But she didn't care. She was losing herself in him, to him. And she couldn't care less. She wanted him and she would get whatever she wanted.
When she pulled away for oxygen, she hastily asked him if he wanted to move this to the bedroom. He nodded and she took his hands in hers and led the way. When they were both inside their sacred bedroom, she turned around to close the door and lock it. Henry remained where he was and kept his eyes on her the entire time. When she turned to face him again, she couldn't help but smile a little. 'Henry, relax.' His fists were balled and she could see he was tense. She walked the couple of steps to where he was standing and put her hands on his fists on either side of his body. She was able to entwine her fingers with his and she could feel him relax just a bit.
'Henry, it's okay. We've just buried your father. It's okay to feel the things you're feeling. You don't have to hide them from me.' She hugged him and took his earlobe between her teeth. Nibbling softly. 'Tell me what you want,' she offered and kissed him after she had spoken the words. 'Tell me what you need.' Another kiss. 'Tell me how I can make you feel good.' She pecked the corner of his mouth. 'Tell me,' she pulled his shirt out of his trousers and slowly, she began to unbutton it. She pressed a kiss to his heart and was about to slip the shirt off of his broad shoulders when he caught her hands and stopped her. He sighed.
'Sit down!' he hissed. He led her to the chaise longue and lowered her down onto it. 'I want to show you something.' As she sat down, he went to their bed and took his laptop. He came back to her and gave her the laptop. She took it from him with a confused look on her face. She eyed him as he settled himself behind her on the chaise longue. Het got comfortable and then pulled her closer to him by her hips. 'Open it,' he said and Elizabeth did as she was told. She put her feet up on the chaise longue and rested the laptop in her lap. She leaned into Henry, all warm against his already bare chest, and she opened the laptop. The desktop picture showed their bedroom with all the candles lit. She swallowed. Henry took over from her and opened the document folder. He clicked on a file titled US – part I and he entered a password in order to be able to open it. He softly pressed a kiss to her ear and put his arms around her waist as the fragment started. The screen was black but she could definitely hear noises. Their noises, the sounds they made when they kissed.
'Henry,' she whispered.
'Sssstttt, just watch,' he said.
The dark screen faded and slowly she could distinguish Henry and herself standing in the middle of their bedroom. He brought his hands and looked deep into her eyes before he pressed his wanting lips against hers. It had been more than a week at the time that they had made love. It had been a rough patch but they got through it and here they were; watching their very own lovemaking unfold before their eyes.
On the screen their hands entered the game and they started touching each other all over. They seemed like two magnets being pulled together. Elizabeth could see how Henry's hands moved to her butt and she felt tingles all over her body watching the both of them on the screen of their laptop. She let out a sigh, just like she did in their movie and Henry smiled as he heard it. She turned around to him and smiled. He closed his eyes for only a moment urging her to turn her attention back to the screen. When she turned around she could see how she was off the floor, her legs were wrapped around Henry's waist and he was holding her so closely while kissing her, a lump appeared in her throat.
'Make love to me,' Elizabeth heard her own voice and saw how her husband carried her to the windowsill where he placed her down carefully. She watched how Henry undressed her, admiring her more with every piece of clothing he took off of her. She giggled again now, when watching how he was trying to open her bra. 'Hey, how could I know it opened in the front?' he asked her as he squeezed her a little tighter against him. She saw how Henry kissed her heart they way she had done a couple of minutes ago; when she thought they would make love. Now, here she is, looking at how she and Henry got through their difficult time a couple of weeks ago.
She was pushing Henry's boxers down with the heels of her feet. As she watched how she stimulated Henry's erection and squeezed his balls, she had to swallow. Watching them in their foreplay was extremely arousing. As Henry lifted her up from the windowsill to carry her to the bed, Elizabeth placed the palms of her hands on Henry's knees that were resting beside her on the chaise. She saw how she was sitting on Henry's lap, moving her hips in a desperate attempt to create friction. She watched how they settled on the mattress and how Henry pulled her calf over his waist as he entered her slowly.
Henry's hands were now resting on his wife's thighs, caressing her and she gripped his knees just a little tighter as their real lovemaking began in front of their eyes. They watched how the tension built up between them, they watched how their rhythm increased, they listened to their moans of pleasure, they moved their heads almost imitating the way their heads were moving on the screen.
'Let go, babe,' Henry told her back then. 'Come with me,' Elizabeth replied.
The screen again faded to black and the fragment ended. Elizabeth sighed and closed the laptop. She lifted her upper body from Henry's to put the laptop on the floor. She turned around to him and sat on her knees in between his legs. Henry had remained in place. 'So, what did you think?' he asked her nervously. 'Thank you,' was what she whispered before she put her palms on his shoulders and kissed him on the lips. As she was about to withdraw from his lips, he grabbed her waist and pulled her against him. Not ready to let her go just yet. The kiss quickly became heated and Elizabeth led her hands slide from his shoulders over his chest, along his sides to his thighs to finally rest on his knees.
'We look hot, don't we?' she asked him before delving her tongue into his mouth again.
'We definitely do,' he managed to say through the kisses they were sharing. 'There's more you know, this was only part I.'
Elizabeth rested her forehead against his and put her hands along his neck. 'I know,' she said before placing a chaste kiss to his forehead. 'But this will do for now, I'm soaking wet already and you're gonna have to do something about that.'
'Oh really?' he asked devilishly.
'Really,' was the short answer she gave him. She got off the chaise long and took off her sweater. Her pants were next, leaving her in just her underwear. Henry admirer her as she stripped in front of him. Totally mesmerized by her beauty, he didn't notice she had settled back in between his lips, opening the buttons on his pants . She pulled his pants and boxers off in one fluent movement. He was as ready as she was, she could tell.
'Scoot closer,' she ordered him and Henry obliged willingly. She lowered herself onto him and felt how he filled her completely. She locked her legs behind his back as she sat on his lap. Both of them started moving slowly. It gave Elizabeth the time to take off her husband's already unbuttoned shirt. Once Henry was rid of his final piece of garment, they reached for each other. Hugging upper bodies as their lower bodies moved together, building up towards a climax that was long in the making. Henry was holding Elizabeth so tightly, she could barely move anymore. He was making harder and bolder movements and he was again working wonders with her. 'Henry,' she whispered. Her forehead that was touching his all the time left his and she buried her head in his shoulder. One of Henry's arms her back, allowing her some more room as it went up to her neck and finally into her hair. He cradled her skull. 'I love you,' he whispered in her ear. She could move a bit faster now and they were both so very close. She bit his shoulder before moaning she needed just a little longer. Henry's other arm snaked to the front of her body and started rubbing her clit. Her head snapped back and her pupils were dilated as she came so hard. Clenching her walls around him, she came so hard. Both their mouths were opened as they struggled for oxygen. 'I love you,' they said simultaneously. It made them smile. They hugged each other and remained in their position a little while longer.
'Thanks for making my fantasy come true,' Henry honestly said.
She smiled at him. 'Anything for you.' And she went back to hugging him close.
I don't know if I should continue with this. Sometimes I think this story is okay the way it is now. Although I keep playing with ideas for the other fragments Henry might have taped. However, I might use that in other fan fiction ideas I have. I'm also playing with the idea of fulfilling elizabeth's fantasy. What do you guys think?