"It's just, is a recently divorced professor with a noticeably attractive author photo excited to see her old boyfriend from college?" She's jealous. Henry can tell by her almost but not quite teasing tone.
"At a religious conference in Bangkok with a bunch of academics." He cuts her off, trying to reassure her.
"You say that like it's not exactly the way to seduce you." She's not even pretending to tease now. He chuckles at her, knowing she has no reason to be jealous.
"Yes, because that's how I seduced you, taking you to all those academic conferences." He tries to tease her.
"No, because I wasn't your intellectual equal that could challenge your arguments with laser-like precision." And he laughs. He laughs because, of course, she is. Hell, Elizabeth is the smartest person he's ever met. Did she forget how they argued when they first met? McCord, I have some counterpoints. And boy, did she. Henry had been dumbfounded as his argument was completely challenged and torn apart with laser-like precision. He had thought then what a wonderful, challenging, brilliant partner she would make. How right he was.
"I never said that about Rochana." He hasn't because it isn't true.
"No, but you hesitated because you could have." Jealous. He stops what he's doing and bends down to meet her eyes.
"There is only one woman who has ever challenged me with laser-like precision." He says and then begins placing a series of wet kisses on her neck.
"Oh really, who is this woman?" Elizabeth teases and then moans softly as he kisses and licks at her ear.
"Elizabeth Adams McCord." He whispers in her ear before gently biting down on her earlobe. She feels arousal build inside her as he resumes his actions on her neck. Henry has had a way of knowing her body better than she does. Even back thirty years ago when they were kids. The memory of Henry's head buried between her thighs for the first time brings a smile to her face and her arousal continues to grow.
"I love you." She says as her hands go to his shirt now, making quick work of the buttons. She wants it off. She needs to remind him that he is hers. It's almost primal and possessive, which is rare for her. He pulls back slightly and smiles at her.
"I love you too." He says. But she knows that he knows there's something else behind her words. Her eyes have a predatory gleam. He slides his shirt off his shoulders and gets on his knees in front of her. He makes quick work of removing her shirt and bra. He is going to give her a show, he decides. He places wet open-mouthed kisses all over her chest, breasts, and stomach, taking his time. His hands caress her skin. He takes one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently. He cups her other breast with his hand, using his thumb to tease her nipple to a peak.
"That feels so good," she moans, softly running her finger through his hair. He switches his mouth and hand. She shivers as she feels the familiar ache grow in her lower belly. He starts making his way down with sloppy, wet kisses, putting his hand on her shoulder to slowly guide her to lie down. He starts unbuckling her belt and undoing her pants.
"You're so beautiful." He says as he slowly pulls her pants and panties down her long and toned legs. All those heels she wears nowadays have done wonders for her legs. He looks up at her as he starts placing kisses on the insides of her knees. He kisses the soft sensitive skin behind her knees and her thighs, moving towards her core. He places soft kisses on her center, and she arches her back, trying to get him to touch where she wants him most. He responds by giving her exactly what she wants. He starts slowly circling her clit with his tongue.
"Babe," She moans as she puts one of her hands in his hair. Her other hand goes to her breast, teasing her nipple. But she wants more. She wants to be connected to him, to have him inside of her. He slides his index finger inside her and begins moving it in a come hither motion while his mouth continues its attention on her clit. And it feels so good, that familiar feeling, the pressure, the pleasure building.
"So good, baby. But I want you." She says breathlessly. He slides his finger out and moves away from her. She feels a rush of cool air against her center. He removes his remaining clothes. He climbs on top of her and gives her a gentle kiss.
"Tell me." She whispers against his mouth.
"I love you, Elizabeth." He bends down and kisses her again. Their tongues dance with each other as he guides himself into her. Her hips rise to meet his initial thrust. He continues to kiss her as he lets her adjust to him for a minute. She starts kissing his face, moving towards his ear.
"Move Henry." He rests his forehead against hers and looks into her eyes as they start a slow rhythm, both of them moving their hips in perfect sync with one another. They keep it up for a few minutes until the need for orgasm outdoes the want of connection.
Henry begins moving faster and more forcefully. Elizabeth wraps her legs around his waist. She knows she is close. She is moaning and breathing hard. When her walls start to clench around him, he reaches down between them and circles her clit with his thumb. Her breaths are becoming more erratic, and he knows she's close.
"Come for me, baby." He whispers in her ear as he applies more pressure to her clit.
"Tell me again." She tells him.
"I love you." And she sees stars. Her body stiffens as waves of pleasure overcome her. Henry is right there with her. He feels his orgasm hit and empties himself into her. They ride out their orgasms together, and she wraps her arms around him pulling him close to her.
"I love you, too." She tells him. She holds him until they both catch their breaths. They lay there together, just enjoying the quiet for a while.
When Henry feels like he can speak again, he says, "You are the only one for me, babe."
"Remember to tell Rochana that." She chuckles. He pulls back slightly to look at her and finds her grinning with her signature bright blue-eyed sparkle.
She's joking. Of course, she's joking. Then, as the phone rings and the appointments of the morning are remembered, it's a rush to get dressed and downstairs to get Jason into college. And to get him to Andrews for his flight.
"I love you." He tells her one last time on his way out of the door. And she knows he does.