Finding You, Looking for Me: A Henry Cavill FanFic

Part 35: Apologies Come in Many Forms

He drove the SUV towards my home. I watched him as he navigated us through the forest preserves, driving much faster than the speed limit. He glanced at me, catching me watching him.

I unbuckled my seat belt and slid closer to him. While he held the wheel, I pressed my body to his side. He glanced at me and moved his tongue across his lips. I moved my hand to his thigh, and rubbed my hands across to his hardness. I kissed his neck, and began to stroke him between his legs.

He groaned. And I took that as a signal to unbutton his jeans.

I continued to roll my hand over his hardness, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. I pressed my breasts to his side, and reached my hand into his pants.

"Sarah," he breathed, glancing at me. He shifted in his seat enough to allow me to free his hardness from his jeans.

Leaving kisses on his face and neck, I began to stroke him—slowly and carefully at first. I picked up speed, while I dragged my tongue across his stubble. He took one hand off the steering wheel, to grab the back of my neck as I kissed him. He pushed his tongue in my mouth, as he drove.

I tore myself away from his mouth, and moved my face to his lap. I took him into my mouth.

"Sarah," he groaned.

I took him over and over again. He held my hair with one hand as he steered with the other. My heart pounded in my ears, and I grew wet at the sounds he made. My thoughts were racing.

Henry drove fast. As I continued to push him to the back of my throat, I felt the car accelerate.

"Baby," he groaned through gritted teeth.

The car slowed down to a halt.

I kept sucking him, swirling my tongue around him and pushing him deep into my mouth.

Henry threw the car in park and pulled my hair, forcing my mouth off of him.

"I'm not cumming in your mouth," he told me sternly, breathing hard, his eyes locked on my own.

I smiled drunkenly. He pulled a lever and his seat rolled back. He lowered the backrest, and pulled me up by my shoulders.

"Take your clothes off," he demanded. I began to giggle and fumble with my jeans.

"I don't know, Henry...I'm drunk, and very cross at you," I laughed. He pulled my t-shirt over my head and unclasped my bra, immediately biting and tugging at my nipples. I moaned and threw my head back, knocking into the ceiling of the SUV. "Ouchie," I giggled.  While his mouth was on my breasts, he deftly began removing my pants. I was just about naked in the front seat of the SUV, while he was fully clothed. "Look at me, baby," I slurred, trying to hold his eye as he removed my clothes and rolled his hands across my body.

"I'm looking, Sarah," he said, positioning me in his lap, facing him.

"I cried all night, baby," I whispered to him, tugging his hair.

"I'm sorry," he said, and lowered me onto his hardness. I screamed, surprised by the fullness I felt. He bounced me in his lap, moving in and out of me steadily. He grabbed a handful of my hair, forcing my head back. "I'm so sorry," he growled at me.

"Ahhhhhhhh..." I moaned.

I bet she moaned as she rode him, too...

"Henry," I said softly, tears filling my eyes at the uninvited thought.

"I love you, Sarah. I need you," he told me, pushing his tongue into my mouth and pressing my face to his own. He increased the pace, pounding me from below. "Only you," he said into my mouth.

"Only you," I repeated, fighting his tongue with my own.

"Yes, I need you, Sarah," he told me, getting louder. He grabbed my ass harshly with both hands, the look of anger flashing across his face. "Did you hear me?" he demanded.

"Yes," I whispered, tears rolling down my face. I know that he saw my tears—he began to pound into me harder, and wiped my cheeks with his thumbs. "Baby," I moaned, the tears continuing to pour from my eyes.

The car windows were completely fogged, and I'm certain anyone who saw this SUV from the road was aware of what we were doing.

"I love you, Sarah," he told me, pushing his thumb to my clit and beginning to make small, fast circles. I immediately began to shake. He clenched his jaw, and said, "Do you feel that? I love you."

I began to whine and moan along with the trembling. He gripped my ass tightly with his free hand. "Oh, Henry, I'm going to cum," I breathed, seeing stars.

"Yes, baby," he nodded. He let go of my ass and grabbed my chin, forcing my eyes to his. In the dark front seat of this SUV, I bounced on his massively muscular thighs, his hardness moving in and out of me, and his perfectly sculpted face visible by the glow of the impending dawn. Tears streaked my face, and ecstasy filled my lungs—but the thought of him between another woman's thighs haunted me, and I let out a sob which encouraged him to fuck me harder. "No, don't cry anymore," he told me, rubbing my clit harder. I let out a scream again, my orgasm thundering through me. It carried on and on, as I rode him, and cried, and screamed.  "I need you," he breathed, pounding into me harder before finally yelling out my name. He came harder than he had in ages. He gripped on to my ass very tightly as he emptied himself into me, surely leaving marks.

I curled up on his chest, which was  damp from sweat. He wrapped his arms around my naked body, still inside me, and held me tight. I was weeping—exhaustion taking over. Every bit of me was exhausted, and I wanted nothing more than to feel safe in his arms right then—but I only felt loss.