I'm on a roll! Only one more chapter of this left. I'm trying so hard to finish my existing fics so I can start new ones. Hope you are still loving this semi-plotless marathon smut story. This chapter got a little more sappy than I intended, but I went with it. We so need some sap from those two soon!
Falls Lake Part 5.
"Last night, Mrs. McCord, what do you say we put that hot tub outside to good use?" Henry said as she refreshed their wine.
"Reading my mind." she smiled and they promptly changed into their bathing suits. Elizabeth looked amazing in her royal blue bikini. It brought out her eyes and her perfectly tanned skin and he told her so.
They slipped on their robes and made their way to the deck, wine in hand. Elizabeth squealed as she felt the very cold air hit her skin and scurried over to the hot tub, lifting off the cover quickly, shedding her robe and settling in.
Henry laughed at her and caught her agents trying not to look at her beautiful, nearly naked body before she disappeared under the bubbles. "Evening men." he said with a nod.
"Evening." they politely nodded. They hadn't seen the McCords since their walk two nights ago, but they had certainly heard them on a few occasions.
"Hurry up, Henry. Aren't you cold?" she whined as he picked up her robe from the deck and hung it on a chair beside his.
He handed her the wine and she took it, sipping the red liquid as he settled in beside her, his arm around her shoulder. She sighed. "This is heaven."
"I'd have to agree." he said, looking down at her, then up to the sky. The stars were shining brightly in the clear, crisp sky - away from the disruption of the city lights. "Remember that one year I got you a star for Christmas."
"Of course I do. It was one in the Pisces constellation. For both of our birthdays. You said that it would always be there, for all eternity, like our love, and we could always look out in the night sky to find our way home, back to each other."
He smiled. "It was when we travelled a lot. Remember that poem that it came with, "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight…." he whispered to her
"Wish I may, wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight." she finished, looking deep into his eyes. "I looked for it when I was in Iran." she confessed, staring into the sky, searching for the star once again.
"You didn't tell me…."
"It was after the attack. At the hospital, I was so disorientated and scared. I looked out my window, it was a clear night and I spotted it so quickly. I felt you with me then…I knew I'd make it home."
He tightened his grip on her, kissing her forehead. "Babe…."
"It's one of the best gifts you've given me. It's always there if you're not."
"I'll always be here for you." he promised and pointed up to the star, he'd located it, pointing to it "Just like that star."
She leaned up and kissed him softly. He kissed her back, tasting the salty tears from her eyes. "Love you." she whispered.
"Love you too baby, so so much." he whispered back and let her settle against him again as they finished their wine.
A while later their kissing resumed, but in a much more playful way. She straddled his lap and he moved them to the center of the tub, allowing the warm water to wash over their bodies as they kissed. She felt him growing against her. "Babe, we should get out and take care of this…" she mumbled between kisses as she slipped her hand beneath his bathing suit.
He swatted her hand away, and slipped his fingers under her bathing suit, feeling her silky wetness. "We can do something right now."
"Mmmph." she gasped into his mouth, surprised by the contact. "We can't….Frank is standing right there."
"I can be discreet." he whispered back. "Just keep kissing me."
She couldn't argue with the kissing part, so she did. He kneaded his hands up and down her back, letting her melt into his touch even more. Soon his fingers reached her binkini and he slipped his hand beneath it. He ran his fingers between her opening, feeling her wetness. He teased her slowly, running his fingers between her folds, never breaking their kiss. Her hips pressed into his fingers, wanting more.
"Henry….."
"Baby, just keep kissing me. You can't scream." he said quietly, not wanting to alert the detail to their underwater activities.
She kissed him hard as his fingers pushed inside her, stifling a moan. He kissed her back, sucking her bottom lip before his tongue entered her mouth, dueling with hers. His fingers mirrored his tongue, pushing inside and pulling out slowly, curling insider her teasing her spot.
She moaned again into his mouth and he moaned back, his free hand holding her body tightly against his so she wouldn't shake and disturb the water too much. It's why he couldn't push his dick inside her and thrust, although he wanted to.
Her hands gripped his shoulder tightly as her pleasure increased. Her kisses were becoming sloppy, needing air, and she reached down under his bathing suit and pumped him with her hand. He had to see how unfair his teasing was, limiting her movements and cries while the pleasure built up inside her.
"Elizabeth." he warned into her mouth, still remaining as still as possible, still kissing her. In response his thumb teased her clit and she sucked in a deep breath and squeezed him tighter. "I've got you baby."
"Come with me Henry…" she begged wanting to feel him explode inside her. She knew he was close and so was she, if they could just join at the right moment, it could still be a secret.
Their lips broke apart for one brief moment while he adjusted and she slid down his length, meeting his lips to muffle her cry. With one thrust, one squeeze of her hot, wet, tight muscles, and a thumb to her clit they exploded together. He gripped her hips tight, preventing her from shaking and filled her insides with his juices.
"Oh god." she mumbled between kisses. "That was…..wow."
"I told you….'" Henry whispered between calming kisses.
Finally they pulled apart and she said, "My fingers are pruning…"
Henry laughed and helped her stand and climb out of the tub. They hurried to gather their robes as the cold air hot their wet bodies. "Night Frank." she mumbled, hoping he didn't notice what they had just done.
"Good Night, Madam Secretary." he said politely, muttering under his breath. "A very good night I'm sure."