Finding You, Looking for Me: A Henry Cavill FanFic

Part 17: Insatiable Hungers

We traveled back to Chicago after a few weeks to let my family know. My brother and parents hadn't even met Henry at this point—I had kind of just run off with him.

We had an awkward dinner at my parents' place with Max, Emily, my brother Shawn and his girlfriend. Both of my parents had lots of questions for me, but my mother's reaction to Henry was priceless. She did not keep up with pop culture, so she had no clue who he was. But she looked into his eyes, and in Urdu directed at me, she let me know that he was the most beautiful man on earth.

Emily and I laughed heartily, while Henry smiled like a child. He looked at me, waiting for me to fill him in, but I just shook my head and let him squirm.

I told my parents that I was going to be staying with Henry in London on a permanent basis and that we were pregnant. My father looked disappointed, despite seeming to get along with Henry well. I know he was worried that I wasn't married to him, and my father also was unaware of Henry's profession and stature. He knew that I was financially viable on my own, so he wasn't too worried. He did take Henry aside and spoke to him in private—Henry refused to share the details with me, all with a curious smile on his lips.

My kids were excited about a baby in our lives—though Emily was concerned that I would be nearly forty-two when the baby was born. And she would be nearly twenty-two. Emily adored Henry and was immensely happy for us, and recognized that this child would be a gift for us all. All in all, our families were happy for us and extremely supportive.

We returned to London after spending time in Chicago for a few weeks. Max spent the rest of his summer vacation in Boston with Emma. Henry and I went back to working—he began filming a new movie for Netflix, and I continued to see clients and write journal reviews. We did our best to maintain our time together, only being apart for short times.

As we moved into fall, Max began high school in Chicago—opting to go to our family's alma mater. We enrolled him in at Harbor Park Academy on Chicago's south side. A historic school in the city, once serving the children of college professors, now home to the children of the south side's elite. He would stay between his father's and my parent's place—popping to London to be home with me every six weeks or so, and stopping in Boston on his trips back to Chicago. He was thrilled about the opportunities to travel, despite my guilt about being so far from him.

It was a cool, late November evening, and I was excitedly awaiting Henry's return from a week of filming in Prague. I had kind of been experiencing brain fog—which I remember quite vividly from my previous pregnancies. I was still tired most of the time, and aside from the pool and the gym, I seldom went anywhere anymore. Our friends would pop in to visit me, but I was not hosting dinners or parties at that time. I was four months pregnant at this point. While I wasn't obviously showing, my breasts were certainly becoming enormous.

"Wow," Henry smiled at me, his bright blue eyes flickering down to my cleavage. I was wearing a gym tank top and sports bra atop my yoga leggings. He dropped his large leather duffle bag down in the doorway as I bounded into him, wrapping my arms around his leather jacket clad body and inhaling his scent. Kal bounced at Henry's side, excited to see him.

"Baby!" I squealed. I immediately put my mouth on his, and threw my hands in his hair. He pulled me in by the waist and returned my kiss.

"Oh, how I've missed you," he breathed into our kisses. He broke away from me and looked down at my cleavage again, "and I've missed you," he smiled, addressing my breasts directly.

I rolled my eyes and laughed at him, grabbing him and kissing him again. We had spent an entire week apart, and my hormones were raging. My kisses became desperate, and he started laughing, noting my excitement. "Sarah," he started, trying to pull away.

"I need you to fuck me," I breathed, pushing his jacket off his shoulders and tugging at his belt. He laughed at me, but didn't stop me. He reached down to give Kal a quick pat on the head, and then returned his attention to me. He kissed me hard, and then bent down, and scooped me up into his arms. I continued to kiss him, as he walked us to our bedroom.

"How's my baby?" he asked me, as I continued to attack him with my mouth.

"Your baby is happy," I told him, and he placed me on my back on our bed. He immediately tore himself away from my mouth, and kissed my belly tenderly, ignoring my insatiable lust for him for a moment.

"I love you," he whispered to my belly. Tears filled my eyes at the sound of him talking to our unborn child. "And I can't wait to meet you."

In one swift move, as I'd learned was just his signature style, Henry pulled my leggings and panties off. He buried his nose in my warmth and kissed me deeply. I moaned loudly at the feeling, tugging at his curls. I trembled as he continued to lick me, "Baby..." I moaned, panting. "I need you."

"Yes," he said, as he put two fingers inside of me, and began to move.

I whined and moaned, arching my back, and throwing my head back while he continued to assail my warmth.

"Oh, Henry, I need you..." I begged him. I tugged his curls harder, "Please...inside me," I panted.

He caught my eye, his tongue licking my clit, fingers still deep inside me. He smiled at me—I almost orgasmed from that smile alone. He straightened out and unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. Keeping his eyes on me, he pulled his hardness out of his clothes and stroked it. I was practically salivating at the sight of it.

"Oh my god," I breathed.

"Ass up," he said, his voice low and commanding.

Like a trained animal, I immediately turned over and got on my hands and knees in front of him. I was so wet and ready for him, waving my ass at him.

He grabbed my hips and thrust himself into me. I yelled out at the feeling, and slammed myself back into him. Henry dug one hand harshly into my hip and slapped my ass with his other hand, causing an involuntary "Yes!" to come out of my mouth.

He grabbed my hair and pulled hard, and I moaned in response. I felt so satisfied right then, while he roughly pounded into me. I called his name out over and over again, begging him to never stop. My desperation for him was so wild, and I was certain that he could feel it.

"Tell me," he breathed, as he tightened his grip on my hair.

"I need you," I begged him. "I love you."

"Yes," he agreed, through gritted teeth. He increased his pace, causing me to yell out louder. "Are you ready?" he asked me.

"Yes," I breathed. He dug both hands firmly into my hips and began to pound into me so hard, tears sprung from my eyes again, and I began to shake. "I'm going to come," I breathed.

"Yes," he agreed, and continued pushing me higher. He reached his hand around to my face, and thrust his thumb into my mouth. I immediately began sucking and licking it, lost in the moment. He removed it from my mouth and then, without warning, pushed it right into my ass. I yelped, and then, as if on cue, experienced a thundering orgasm that left my eyes clenched shut, and my mouth dropped open. "Yes," he said, content with himself and his ability to make me fall apart beneath him. He followed up by yelling my name out and emptying himself into me.

I slumped forward and rolled to my side, and he lied on his front beside me. He was panting, as was I, but I leaned in to kiss his face, unable to stay away from him. "I think a week apart is too long, baby," I whispered to him, as I laid kisses on his jaw.

He smiled, and looked over at me. "I quite enjoy you pregnant. You're an animal," he laughed. "I may have to get you pregnant again." We both laughed.

"Let me finish with this one first," I laughed at him. He rolled over to allow me access to his lips. I kissed him deeply, running my hand over his chest. "I love you, baby," I told him, kissing him again. "You taste good."

He smiled widely, "I taste like you." He kissed me again.