Finding You, Looking for Me: A Henry Cavill FanFic

Part 14: Morning Kisses

I awoke as I had every morning since that first Sunday morning—my face pressed to Henry's chest, and his arms wrapped around me. He was snoring softly, his beautiful mouth slightly ajar. I kissed his chest and smiled to myself.

You're one lucky bitch...

He was so sexy. I didn't want to disrupt his much needed rest. But I wanted to touch his body. I planted another kiss on his chest. He stirred a bit, so I held my breath, pretending to be asleep. I popped one eye open to try to peer up at him. I couldn't see his face, I was too close to his body.

"I love you," I whispered, leaving small kisses across his chest.

"I love you, Sarah," he whispered back. I smiled at his low, grumbly, sexy voice. I continued kissing his chest and I grew warm from his sleepy words.

"Oh, baby," I whispered into those kisses. I began to slowly wiggle out of his arms, and he groaned in protest. I trailed kisses from his chest to his sternum, to his stomach, down to the waistband of his pajama bottoms—and then from hip to hip. His hands moved to the back of my head, and he gently stroked my hair as I lay kisses across his body.

Henry stretched a bit, and rolled onto his back. Even in his sleepy state, he made it clear to me that he was aware of my intentions.

I pulled at his pajamas, slipping them down to free his hardness. He was ready, as he always was. I  took him into my mouth, and moaned as I pushed him to the back of my throat. He groaned immediately. My eyes instantly watered as I suppressed my gag. I wrapped my hand around the base of his hardness and began to stroke it, taking him in my mouth again. And I continued—pushing him into the back of my throat, stroking him up and down, and suppressing my gag as my eyes watered. He held his hands at the back of my head, gently guiding me through the process, moaning softly, his legs tensing as I pushed him further into my mouth. I pulled him out of my mouth and licked the head of his hardness, before pushing him to the back of my throat again. He really liked this, grabbing two fistfuls of my hair and holding my head down onto him as I gagged.

I grew wet as I gagged, and proceeded to increase my pace. I took him to the back of my throat, over and over again. His legs quivered below me, and I could hear that his moaning was through his clenched teeth. I could sense that he was getting close—his body writhed beneath me, he gripped my hair tighter.

"Sarah," he breathed.

I pulled him out of my mouth, and licked him again, swirling my tongue around him. Then I took him deep into my mouth, at a furious pace.

"Baby," he gasped.

I didn't stop. He gripped my hair and flexed his hips to push himself even further into my mouth. I kept sucking him, and I could feel him building.

"Sarah," he moaned. And he exploded, a deep growl escaping his lips as I felt him fill my mouth. I moaned at the taste of him. Both of his hands gripped firmly in my hair. I swallowed, enjoying the taste of him.

After a beat, I crawled back up to his face and wiped my mouth on the back of my hand once I was in his sight. "Good morning," I said to him, giving him a sexy smile.

"Good morning, indeed," he responded, smiling shyly at me.

"I'm sorry I woke you," I said, trying to sound innocent, batting my eyelashes at him.

"You are not sorry," he laughed. "And neither am I." He winked at me and kissed my lips. "You taste good."

"I taste like you," I responded, licking my lips. I felt sexy and beautiful—powerful enough to make him vulnerable beneath me.

"Unfortunately, we can't stay in bed all day," I said softly to him, the sad realization clear in my voice. He sighed, acknowledging the fact. I kissed his chest again.

"You're quite affectionate this morning," he said, smiling at the ceiling.

"And every morning?" I responded, adding more kisses to his chest. I moved up to his neck, sliding my hands over his chest.

He wrapped his arms around me, and suddenly he was on top of me, laughing. He scraped his stubbled chin across my chest, kissing me. I giggled loudly, playfully pushing him away.

"I love you," he laughed between kisses.