A/N: Hey friends! If you're reading this, I'd like to thank everyone so much for your beautiful reviews on this (and on my other stories, too.) I really appreciate it and it makes me feel warm and nice inside. This was interesting to write, as the main uh... act is not something that I find easy to write. Yeah, go figure. I hope you enjoy and that it's a pleasant read. As alway, reviews are my source of nourishment, but I'll like you anyway for reading. Ta!

Elizabeth rarely woke before Henry. He was, by nature, and early riser. He liked to cook in the mornings and had always said that he very much enjoyed watching her wake. She lay in Henrys arms as he spooned her. They were warm and comfortable, but what woke her was the gentle pressure of something poking her in the lower back. She wriggled a little before opening her eyes, trying to figure out what it was. It suddenly occurred to Elizabeth and she froze. She felt a heavy blush cover her cheeks as she realised that she was feeling his morning glory, in well, all of it's glory. She tried to move herself away from him, not wanting to wake him yet but he stirred anyway, rolling onto his back. She turned to watch him for a minute, the sheet draped over his middle, exposing his bare chest. She smiled, watching the steady rise and fall as he breathed easily.

She leaned over his body, placing a soft kiss to his forehead, his cheek and finally touching his lips. She ghosted her mouth over his, kissing him tenderly. She knew he was waking when his lips began to move with hers. She broke from his lips with a soft moan, swinging her leg over his waist and straddling him. She kissed down his jaw and neck, moving down his chest leaving a wet trail with her lips and tongue. He'd never had a sweeter awakening, and her warm breath against his skin felt heavenly. His eyes fluttered open to a stunningly beautiful, and very nude Elizabeth perched on top of him.

"Good morning." She whispered against his skin, continuing her journey down his body. He reached down to brush the hair covering her face, meeting her eyes as she stared back at him.

He smirked "It is."

Her movements resumed, kissing down his belly. She pushed the sheet away from his body, moving to kneel between his legs. She sat up to look at him, dragging her palms down his chest and over the bulge in his briefs. Henry watched with hooded eyes, still glassy from sleep, as she rubbed her hand over him. Elizabeth could hear him breathing, making sharp intakes of air each pass she made. She bit her lip in a tantalising manner, meeting his eyes as she gripped his erection and began to stroke it slowly. His soft moans of pleasure encouraged her to continue.

She took a deep, steadying breath before moving her fingers to the elastic waist of his underwear, hooking them and dragging them down, letting his erection jump free. He bent his legs to allow her to remove them completely. She moved back to him, hesitantly placing her hands around the base of his length where she resumed her tentative movements, slowly up and down, gently squeezing. She leaned in closer, and he could feel her hot breaths against his sensitive skin. He was panting now, watching, struck as his brain scrambled at the lewd vision of the woman he loved between his legs. She kept stroking him, leaning closer with every minute, her eyes flashing up to meet his, gauging his reaction.

"Elizabeth. Baby, come up here." He begged, resting his hand on her shoulder. She didn't budge. "Baby, you don't have to"—

"I want to." She interjected.

"It's okay if you don't — oh fuck!" Henry cried out loudly as she made contact, placing her hot, wet lips gently against his tip.

His profanity made her head swim, and she flushed bright immediately. She was quietly thrilled to have such an effect on him. She gently added the tip of her tongue, giving him a cautious lick. He whimpered loudly, staring down at her with wide, adoring eyes. Her movements slowly grew in confidence as she listened to his body, letting his reactions guide her. She took his tip fully between her lips before gently sucking, moving her hand back to grip his base. She pulled back, releasing him with a gentle pop of her lips.

"Um… Is this okay? How do I…?" She trailed off, suddenly self conscious again.

"Yes. Oh my god. It feels good, baby. Please don't stop." His voice was coarse and deep, quickly dissolving her fears of inadequacy.

She returned her mouth to him, kissing his length and dragging her tongue in a long wet trail from his balls up to his tip, noticing how he quivered when she touched the sensitive area on the underside of his head. She smiled and repeated the action experimentally, adding pressure with her tongue.

"Elizabeth!" He cried her name, tossing his head back, making fists in the sheets beside him. His breaths coming in short pants, he reached a hand down, carefully threading his hand through her thick hair, gently massaging her scalp as she moved. Her movements grew bolder with every grunt, moan and desperate mewl of pleasure. She steadied herself, pressing one hand against his thigh to support herself and slowly took him in much deeper. He groaned louder, instinctively bucking upwards a little. His eyes moved to hers quickly, shooting her an apologetic look, but she didn't seem to mind.

Elizabeth hadn't realised how arousing it could be, and the desire swirling in her belly was undeniable. Every beautiful sound that fell from his lips made her own excitement grow. She could feel her own arousal pooling between her legs, and she felt the strong urge to reach between her own legs and touch herself. She wanted to please him, more than anything, as he had for her. She wanted to show him through her actions.

Henry knew he was close. He knew he couldn't last much longer with the sensation of her hot, wet mouth sliding and sucking him. He'd never felt such intense pleasure, and his body strained to remain still for her. The vision of her perched between his legs, her red lips surrounding him and her heavy, dark eyes burning through him would be one he'd never forget.

"Baby, I'm so close."

She moaned and the vibration sent jolts of pleasure through him, he loosened his grip on her hair, realising his excitement was firming his grip.

"I… You… You are, you feel so good.

His words made her pride swell and she worked harder, bringing her free hand into action, cupping his balls and giving him a gentle squeeze.

"Oh god, I'm gonna come!" His voice was high and strangled.

She grinned wickedly, pulling her mouth from him and watching his face closely. She continued to pump him hard and massage his balls, watching the expressions cross his features. He held her eyes before calling her name loudly. His body stiffened and his hips jerked into her hands. She watched, a little shocked as his orgasm took over, squirting his release over his abdomen. She was thrilled that she'd caused it. He was gasping for breath, his legs shaking as the intense pressure in his groin was finally released. The picture before her was heady, and she was so turned on at this point she wasn't sure she could think.

As Henry's body calmed and his breathing steadied, he reached down and pulled her on top of him, kissing her fiercely. He stroked her mouth with his tongue, wanting to thank her.

"That was absolutely incredible." He whispered against her.

He couldn't keep his hands to himself, running the up and down her back, pressing her tight to his body. He slipped a hand down and between her legs, parting her lips, finding her completely soaked.

"Baby, you're so wet for me." He groaned into her lips. He gripped her backside and ground her down onto him hard, forcing a guttural sound from her and his fingers to press against her clit. She could feel that he was becoming hard again, surprised that he was able to recover so quickly. The thought only made her need him more.

She sat up against him, rocking her hips over his length, letting him feel her arousal. Henry reached up and cupped her breasts, massaging and squeezing. She covered his hands with hers, and continued to rock her hips, needing him as soon as possible. She felt her mind slipping, the needed to be joined soon.

Henry barely had the clarity to think, but he stilled her hips with great effort and restraint.

"Elizabeth, hold on, baby." She whimpered with frustration.

"Henry, I need you now." She whined. He almost couldn't resist her.

He flailed his arms frantically, reaching awkwardly into the bedside table, feeling blindly through the draw. Impatient, she climbed off of him and went for the opposite draw, tossing items blindly in her lustful haste, snagging their ticket .

"Oh thank christ." She hissed, climbing back onto him and shoving him down onto the bed. She quickly rolled it down his length.

Rising on her knees, she took Henry completely by surprise, positioning him against her, she sat down on him hard. She shrieked in relief, her legs trembling at the sudden intense pleasure. Henry stared up at her flushed, sweating form as she moved against him. She was frantic, her hair wild and messy as she moved a hand through it. They'd not tried this position, and she felt the pressure of him deep inside slightly different, intense. He moved his hands to catch hers, intertwining their fingers, letting her use him for leverage. He growled darkly at her, amazed by her as she used his body for her pleasure.

It was hard and fast and she was quickly coming undone, moaning and panting her ascent. She was making him dizzy, every frantic gyration of her hips making him slip further into oblivion. He moved a hand between them, sensing her dire need for release, and pressed his fingers to her clit, rubbing firmly. She screamed loudly, tossing her head back and giving him a stunning view of her straining body; her muscles were taught and skin damp. He helped her along, thrusting hard to meet her, encouraging her the whole way.

"So fucking beautiful." He moved their connected hands to rest over her racing heart.

"Henry."

"Come on, sweetheart. I want you to come for me."

"Yeah…"

Her orgasm built quickly, and when the pressure reached it's peak, she cried his name, collapsing against his body. She squeezed and quivered above him, moaning loudly, beckoning him to follow. Warmth engulfed her and she closed around his body, finally taking him with her. He bucked hard and pulled her lips back to his, kissing the life out of her. She sucked the breaths he provided her with, gasping for oxygen. She fell limp against him, an occasional shiver rocking her body as she calmed. Henry held her close to him, unable to open his eyes yet.

After several moments, Henry moved a hand to push the stray hair from her damp face, tucking it behind her ear as she lifted her chin to meet his eyes. He ghosted her lips with his, barely touching. He'd never felt greater contentment, and he was sure she felt the same, giving him an exhausted smile.

"I love you, Elizabeth." He smiled back.

"I love you too." She felt confident saying it now, she was sure of herself. She was sure of him.

"You're welcome to wake me up like that every morning, if you wish…" He murmured, tracing soft patterns against her skin with his fingertips.

"As long as you're with me." She whispered, kissing him gently.