Finding You, Looking for Me: A Henry Cavill FanFic

Part 28: Nothing to See Here

I watched Henry from across the table.  We were seated outside an Italian restaurant, on their patio, enjoying an early dinner in London and awaiting our pasta.  He smiled at me from across the table, and raised his glass of white wine to toast me.

I raised my glass and clinked his. "What are we toasting to?" I asked him.

"To our life together," he said, smiling widely, showing his bright teeth.

We both took a gulp of wine. Henry had just returned from filming, and I had been unwilling to leave his side. He sat across from me, wearing a plain grey polo shirt, his chest hair peeking out of the unbuttoned top. His jeans hugged his thighs closely, and my eyes flickered down to them often—wanting so badly to run my hands across his muscles. Henry began telling me tales from his recent travels and filming—becoming animated and expressing himself with his hands. I hung on his every word.

As our food arrived, Henry delighted in his meal. I stayed relatively quiet, other than to ask questions and laugh at his stories. I watched his mouth closely—the smiles, the bites, the laughs, the words. I wanted to cover his lips with my own.

"You're glowing," he said to me as he swallowed a bite of food. His eyes, watched me playfully.

"Am I?" I asked him, surprised by the comment.

"Yes, you look truly happy right now," he said to me, moving his glass to his lips.

"I am," I agreed, nodding. "It's you. I'm in love with you and it makes me happy."

He smiled at me, his mouth full, and I smiled back at him. His curls were long and unkempt, and he was on the verge of needing a haircut. I reached across the table and brushed a curl from his forehead, my fingers lingering on his skin.

"I want to take you home," I told him.

He pursed his lips, his mouth filled with pasta. After swallowing the bite, he nodded to me excitedly. "I'm eating this for the energy I'm going to need today."

I laughed. "Yeah? What do you need that energy for?" I asked him, my smile widening.

He raised an eyebrow, his mouth full again. Through chewing his food in a most impolite, unHenry way, he said, "I'm going to fuck you all day and night."

I laughed again. "Oh, I hope so," I said.  We smiled at one another like lovestruck fools.  "Can we have dessert first, though?"

He nodded excitedly again, "Certainly."

We took a Black Car back to our home in Kensington. I watched him closely the entire ride home. I swept my hands across his thigh, making small circles on his leg with my fingers through the denim of his jeans. I saw his jaw tense as my fingers moved closer to his hip. He kept his eyes firmly ahead on the road, intently watching the route that our driver was taking. I watched Henry chew on his lower lip, as I continued to run my fingers carefully over him. I could tell that my touch was affecting him, and knowing this encouraged me to continue.

His biceps tensed when I floated my fingers across them. A hint of a smile touched the corners of his mouth. I didn't know what he was thinking, but I knew he was thinking of me.

"Dessert was delightful," I whispered to him, not taking my eyes off of his face. I wanted to kiss his jawline and run my fingers through his hair.

He nodded, and stole a glance at me, "Hmm, yes, dessert was lovely."

I bit my lower lip, and arched my back, feigning like I was stretching in order to push my breasts into him. My top shifted, exposing my cleavage about as far as it could without being inappropriate in front of the driver. I saw Henry's eyes flicker to my breasts, followed by the tensing of his jaw and a sharp intake of breath.

"We'll be home soon," I whispered to him, my eyes still locked on his face.

He placed his large hand on my thigh, squeezing me. The contact awakened my vagina.

He glanced at me again, a small smile on his full lips. I leaned closer to him and pressed my lips to his ear. "I want you so bad," I whispered to him.

His hand crept up my thigh and squeezed me again. I kissed his ear, unwilling to let him go. But he resisted my advances, allowing me to drape myself on top of him—breath warm in his ear, breasts dangerously exposed and pressed to his side, and fingers dancing atop his skin.

I pressed my lips to his ear again, lightly nibbling on his earlobe. The smell of him was driving me insane. I wanted to put my mouth all over him.

He looked over at me and held my eye. His big blue eyes looked innocent. He mouthed the words "I love you" to me, followed by a sweet smile. The look cooled me down, but warmed my heart. I tilted my chin up, and met his lips with my own.

As soon as we reached our front door, Henry dug his fingers into my hips and roughly kissed my neck from behind. I moaned loudly, and I felt his smile against my skin. He pushed us through the front door, tapping it shut with his foot behind him, not breaking contact for a moment.

"Oh, baby," I moaned as he began to grind himself into me from behind.  "I need you."

"Yes, and you're going to have me," he murmured into my neck between kisses. I reached to the front of his pants to feel him through his clothes. He was hard. I escaped his grasp and turned to face him, immediately dropping to my knees.

"I want you in my mouth..." I breathed. "Now." I had undone his belt and buttons as I said the words and was reaching into his clothes to take hold of him. I took him into my mouth and forced him into the back of my throat.

"Sarah," he groaned, and he grabbed my hair. Like a starved woman, I was desperately at his feet and greedily taking him into my throat over and over again. My eyes were locked on the shapes his mouth made as I assailed his body. He was the most beautiful man on earth, it was indisputable, and I wanted to make him happy in every way imaginable.

After a few minutes of this, he stopped me by grabbing my shoulders and pulling me off of him—and to my feet.  My mouth hung open and I watched him with a filthy desire.

"Not yet," he admonished me, before hoisting me over his shoulder. He stopped to adjust his erection and then proceeded to carry me into our bedroom.

I giggled as I swatted at his behind, and he responded with slapping my ass. I yelped between fits of giggles. A moment later he had thrown me on to our bed and was pulling my clothes off, all the while holding my eye, and grinning the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen.

"God, you're stunning," I told him, blushing. His stare and smile made me feel shy, suddenly. Who on earth was I to deserve this man? Every inch of him was perfection.

He kissed me, and bit my lower lip, causing another loud moan to escape my lips. We laughed at the sound. I wrapped my legs around his body and my arms around his neck, letting my fingers tug at his curls. He positioned himself between my thighs, and rested his body atop my own, placing his weight on his forearms. I watched his face as he watched mine—we both grinned at one another.

His blue eyes were bright and I saw them flicker to my lips and back to my eyes. The urgency I had in the other room dissipated, and now I wanted to savor every look and every moment.

I kissed him tenderly. Pulling away, I twirled his hair on my finger and kept my eyes locked on his face.

"Henry," I started, "I love you...so much." I kissed his lips again. He smiled into our kiss and slowly pushed himself inside me. I moaned softly and wrapped my arms and legs tighter around him.

We moved like this—almost a slow dance—each thrust with deliberation. I found his eyes often, smiling shyly at him as we moved in synchronicity.

"I need you, Sarah," he said to me, softly. He held my eye with a small smile on his lips.  I began leaving kisses  on his lips, cheeks, forehead, neck, shoulder—all the while he moved inside me steadily. "I love you," he whispered. I closed my eyes at the sound of those words, feeling full and complete.