Hello everyone, I don't even know what to say about this. It's smut, it's kinda dirty and it's here so please read it and enjoy.
This takes place after the last chapter, on the same day. To read this chapter you don't have to read the last one but just keep that in mind.
"Hey, Blake is she in?" Henry asked, approaching Blake's desk.
"Dr. McCord? Uh-yes she is. Catching up on some paperwork". Blake answered surprised.
"So I can go in? And maybe you could hold off any smoldering fires for the next 30 minutes?" Henry asked playfully in a low voice, not to be heard by others.
"Yes, of course, she is just finishing off actually, since we only got back this morning we're going to end the day early."
"Perfect then" - Henry said, already walking to the office's inner door.
Hearing the gentle knock on the door, Elizabeth didn't bother looking up thinking someone from her staff was just bringing her another report. Honestly, there's so much paperwork around her all the time that she's sure one of these days she'll drown in it.
"Hi, Babe" - Henry said, smiling catching her attention. Now that she wasn't expecting.
"Hi yourself Professor!" She followed him with her eyes as he approached her around the desk. Report and glasses already forgotten on the table, she turned to bring him down by the blazer for a kiss.
She circled her arms around his middle burying her nose on his shirt-clad abs - "I thought we would see each other at home." He always smelled like home.
"Yes well, somehow I couldn't concentrate on much after the visit I got this morning" he teased as he stroked her hair. She just snorted against his shirt.
The office hummed with the soft whirring of the computer and the faint scent of printed documents, old wood varnish, and Elizabeth's perfume. Henry noticed that the office always smelled like a mix of those 3 things. They stayed like that for a few minutes, cuddling until Elizabeth's hands started to wander, going over his ass and his thighs. She bit her lip, smiling coyly, waiting to see if he would fall for her advances.
"Do you want something from me Madam Secretary?" he smirked, fully aware of her intentions.
"I don't know, Professor. Is there anything else left to cover from our meeting this morning?" Elizabeth bit her lip, giving him a defiant look as her hands tugged lightly at the waistband of his jeans. Their eyes locked for a brief moment before Henry pulled her into a passionate kiss.
As their kisses got heated, Henry pulled Elizabeth up by the elbows, making her stand flushed against him.
Soon she turned them, pulling him with her, ending up with her back on the side of the mahogany bookcase, sandwiched between it and Henry. In her rushed attempt, they stumbled back, knocking the air off of her when her back hit the bookcase. The flag beside them ruffled with their movement but they couldn't care less about it.
Henry attacked her neck, circling his arms around her middle, feeling her heated body through the slim fabric of her shirt. Elizabeth was already so fired up, her lack of coordination was leaving her frustrated with Henry's shirt. She pulled at it, letting out a whine, unable to open all the buttons as fast as she needed it. In an attempt to regain some control, Henry pushed her hands off of his body, securing her wrists above her head, and pressing his body to hers. Through his body, he felt her shiver, blue wooded eyes trapping him in a stare. She tried to take her arms from his hold - a flimsy attempt to test his resolve. Henry didn't even budge and the show of force made her moan, feeding her passion even more.
Henry kept her hands secured easily with one hand, while the other skimmed down her arm and face stopping at her neck, pressing dangerously, his thumb running lightly across her parted lips— the tenderness of the touch, a clear contrast from the dominating power he was exhibiting.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He left the question in the air, mirth dancing in his eyes, genuinely curious of how it was possible that after all of these years, this passion, this hunger he had for her hadn't subsided even one bit. The effect she had on him was the same, if not more, than what he felt when he met her. It was maddening.
Elizabeth was entirely at his mercy, another shiver rocking her body involuntarily at his words. She didn't trust herself to answer him, feeling the wave of a moan growing, trapped, for now, by the hand on her throat.
Replacing his thumb by his teeth he pulled on her lower lip and attacked her mouth, chasing every kiss, every gasp, every whimper. She pushed her hips forward seeking some friction, getting automatically pressed by his hips, feeling him hard on her hip. He continued his assault on her, going for her jaw and neck. She moaned then, not able to disguise her interest when he so perfectly nipped that sensitive spot below her earring, that only he knew existed. Henry felt the vibrations coming deep from her throat crashing onto his palm even before he heard her.
A muffled conversation could be heard coming from outside the office. That perked Elizabeth's attention. Was someone trying to get a minute with her?
She could hear Blake and, was it Matt? She couldn't be sure. The thought of getting caught surged in her mind. Someone coming in and seeing them make out was not ideal, but far from a first for her staff by now. But getting caught playing this game with Henry?! Arms bound - hand pressing on her neck type of game? That-that was a dangerous thought. Shame and excitement tainted her cheeks. She tipped her head left, eyes assessing the door, willing it to -please- not open with someone coming in right now. Or please do? God, the contradicting emotions were surprising and made her dizzy. Did she want to get caught? She would have to reflect on that terrifying thought at a later time.
Her stretched neck only allowed Henry more space to continue his advances.
"Henry, please someone can come in" - her voice was a whisper, never taking her eyes off the door. She knew that was the right thing to say, but it felt staged inside of her and to Henry's ears too.
"Do you want me to stop?" The question was made with a smirk against her jaw. He knew the effect this had on her. Of course, he knew.
Earlier in his office the risk was smaller, with Matt guarding the door. Matt would never enter the room without knocking unless there was some immediate danger. He was someone they trusted with their safety, someone that swept their house every week, always respectful of the intrusion on their privacy and family time.
But here, in Elizabeth's office, things were different. The space was wide open and anyone entering the office would see them within seconds. Also, the culture on knocking before entering was not practiced by many here.
Elizabeth shuddered, her eyes blinking lazily but never leaving the door. "No, please don't stop"
"That's my girl" - Henry growled against her jaw, pushing his hips against hers, leaving her wrists to stroke a thumb over her nipple. "Could you pull up your skirt for me and push down your panties, baby?"
"I don't-" - Elizabeth looked into his eyes again, blinking, willing the words to come out of her. Rationally she knew it was ridiculous to feel embarrassed to tell her husband that she had no panties on, when in fact he was the one who ripped them from her body only a few hours earlier. Noses touching, she stole a breath from him, already palming her skirt to pull it up - "I don't have any".
"Oh, you weren't cold after our meeting this morning?" - Henry was plainly teasing her now, reading her embarrassment. That would be a good moment to bite back, Elizabeth thought, but his presence was consuming her, making her too far gone to even dignify him with an answer. The only thing he got back was a low moan full of memories from the morning they shared.
"Unzip me, Elizabeth" Her hands pursued the button and zipper from his pants, struggling with shaky fingers. Feeling the straining fabric, she palmed his growing bulge, getting distracted. Henry attacked her lips, giving her throat a soft squeeze again, just the right amount to keep her on the edge of a mess.
She sped up and soon she had him pulsing in her hand. Taking full advantage, she blindly pumped him, swiping her thumb over the precum already milking on the top.
The hand on her ribcage, the one pressing an indulgent thumb over her clad nipple traced down her body. His fingers dipped between her legs looking for undeniable evidence of what the fire in her eyes and moans on her lips had already told him. Still, he needed to be sure she was beyond ready for him. She moans into his mouth, canting her hips forward - her body always ready to melt under his touch. Henry's left hand continued his journey around her hips, giving her ass a hard squeeze - "Jump up babe" he expressed his intention with his eyes never leaving her face. His right hand left her neck for a few seconds just to help her wrap her legs around his waist as she used her hand to guide him inside her. In one swift move, he was all in, ripping a visceral moan from both of them.
Elizabeth was focused on receiving everything he could give. Her arms were around his shoulders, head resting back against the bookcase, her heels dug into his butt adjusting their stance to get the familiar depth she knows he can provide.
Henry took a moment to look at his wife, to really see her. Wrecked by his touch, she looked sublime, panting, her hooded eyes full of fire, and he can't help it possessively return his right hand to wrap around her neck adding to the play. Her eyes flutter and she lets out a mix of a moan and a sight that tells him that this is exactly what she needed right now.
Giving her what she clearly craved, he moved slowly and hard, making sure she felt each and every slip of their bodies. "Fuck Henry" - She was too far gone to be mindful of her colorful language. His mind felt fuzzy already from the heat and the passion, and hearing her curse as he filled her completely only added to the madness. His thrusts became faster and full of intention, feeling her body tense against him. She felt uncontrolled, primal, pinned by him, as he took her body exactly where she needed him to.
Hitting the spot within her that begged to be found again and again, she pushed her hips off the wall, taking each thrust of his hips at just the right angle to get her there, trying to take some control over her pleasure. Squeezing her eyes shut, she focused on the tightness in her belly, feeling the hand around her throat slightly tremor echoing the control Henry was balancing. The office was a stage for the music that their skin produced mixed with their primal and needy moans. Taking them both by surprise, she came. The snap of an elastic that stretched too far for the last few days. Sobbing and shaking, her legs trembled with the effort to keep in place as he slowed, squeezing him, her body begging him to stay where he so righteously belonged.
At last, Henry removed his hand from her throat and took her, still in his lap, from the wall, dropping her unceremoniously on her desk. In his movement, he's pulled out of her, ripping a whimper from her that mimics his pained face.
He adjusts her glasses on the desk, absentmindedly pushing them aside to stop the poke on her butt. Fixing his eyes on her face, he watches her eyes closed, breathing softly just basking in the post-orgasmic bliss. Caressing her face, he moves a few strays of hair from her face, before diving in for a kiss full of love and adoration.
Elizabeth takes his kiss as a reset and locks her legs again around his back, her hands fisting balls of fabric on his sides. She pulls him back to her, ready to get him back where he belongs.
Slowly he enters her again, with a sight. It takes a second to get used to her heat again, Henry is too far gone, afraid that without concentration he'll just tip over the edge. Foreheads touching, he buries a hand in her hair, kissing her desperately as he pulls out only to thrust back in at full speed, building up momentum and a fast pace. Kissing her hard, he swallows her whimpers, tightening his grip on her hair and around her hips. She feels the slight pang from his locked grip indicating that it will probably leave a bruise. Despite the pain she meets him at every thrust, she feels the burn on her thighs created by his stubborn rhythm, knowing that tomorrow she'll feel the delicious ache in her muscles.
He's getting closer, she sees it in his unfocused eyes and on the lip trapped between his teeth, he looks amazing like this, so raw and hungry for her. It's always an amazing feeling - seeing this intellectual, religious man losing it to worship her, to dive completely and sacredly into this love they share and feed.
Feeling his near rupture she takes his lips, taking that delicious lower lip between her teeth instead, and grinds on him with purpose, intent on tipping him over the edge. In seconds, Henry is flying there, groaning. In his erratic final moves, he finds intention enough in his muscles to move his hand away from Elizabeth's hair and in between their legs. He wants her to get there with him, always. Elizabeth is taken by surprise by her husband's action, falling soon with him as he spills inside her - her smaller orgasm fed by his fingers on her as much as by the primal need shown on his face.
They don't move for a few seconds. Elizabeth is sitting again on a desk, resting her head again on Henry's shoulder, again in a state of orgasmic post-bliss. Her hands play with the little hairs on his chest and the action breaks a comfort sight from Henry.
They find themselves here in this position for the second time today. And what a lucky day this is. They rationally know that sex in any of their offices is risky and two times on the same day is pushing their luck but rationality never had anything to do with this. Still catching on his breathing, his hands caressing his wife's back in meaningless patterns, Henry reflects about it. When they were young and still in college they always found themselves in these situations - the library during exam's season, the bathroom at the frat house on party nights, the shower stall of the running track when he finished another lonely run late at night and she met him there. They were young and reckless and that's ok. But that fire never changed through Professor office's, and horse barns, and empty classrooms.
"What are you thinking about that got you smiling like that, hmm? Elizabeth nudged his jaw with her forehead.
"How come we always do this?"
"Well if your talking about the amazing sex I would say I'm glad we always do this"
"No, like - how come we always find ourselves doing it where we shouldn't? And it's not like we plan it, we just do it. I think that's beautiful but a little dangerous, I might add, especially where we are in life right now."
Elizabeth stared into his eyes now, amazed as always by the train of thought his mind chose.
"Yeah, I get that. We are reckless at times, but in a measured way I would say, now at least. When we were young we just didn't care"
She snorted reminiscing. "I remember some very hot moments that were a near miss. And I'm grateful for those as I am grateful for this here and for our bed and privacy. So come on captain, let's go home."
She started to button up his shirt, scooping off the table to stand. "Yeah let's go home babe" with a peck on her lips he let her to the floor, still holding her upright for the first few seconds until he couldn't feel her thighs shaking anymore.
While he adjusted his pants, she moved to the bathroom to freshen up a bit.
When Elizabeth came back from the bathroom, her desk was tidy, with no sign of their adventures. Almost too tidy she thought, if Blake looked at it he would know that it wasn't her doing for sure.
She went to retrieve a new pair of underwear from her emergency closet. "Oh now you're cold" He couldn't help teasing her. "Shut up, this is all on you." She retorted smiling while she adjusted her skirt and blouse. "Well babe, you could've put a new pair on when you got back this morning, so I'm not to blame for everything." His eyes were challenging accompanied with that delicious smirk, she couldn't resist. She focused on him, squirming a little, embarrassed to admit what he already knew.
"I- I wanted to feel you until I got home" she had to look away as she confessed. She wanted the reminder of his fingers on her, a reminder of the sound of her panties ripping in his hands while she went on with her day. Admitting that made her blush probably more than what they just did.
A hand on her cheek made her look up, "I'm not complaining, that's hot" They shared a look and a smile. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah, let me just take my stuff".
When she finished shoving papers, some pens and her glasses into her suitcase she joined him at the door. With practice chivalry Henry took the bag and gave her her coat.
"Blake, I'm leaving for the day. Please go home soon."
"Yes mam, no need to tell me twice. Have a good night. Goodnight Dr McCord."
"G'night Blake"