Cast and Crew [Henry Cavill]

I was walking up the long hallway of the theatre where I had worked for the better chunk of five years. As the go to hair stylist on call, I was the one they summoned when the newest cast members needed to adjust their look to match that of their character. Many celebrities had come and gone, but none were HIM. You may have seen him in the latest superhero movie, the crevice of each muscle trying the very fabric of the suit they were squeezed into. The chiseled jaw, the sparkling blue eyes, the devious smile. If I wasn't nervous to meet him before, I was definitely sweating now as he locked his baby blues on mine and extended his hand.

"Hello, there, I'm Henry."

"Hi, Henry, I'm Stella. Nice to meet you. Where should we do the consult?" I was trying to keep it professional, but my inner thighs were quivering and suddenly my mouth was very full of saliva.

"Let's go in my dressing room, it's more private in there..." his English accent enticed a tiny droplet of sweat to emerge between my breasts. "Englishman!" the little droplet of precipitation called out to her tiny girlfriends. "Ladies, you have to hear this!" Oh no, here we go. Is it warm in here?

Taking me loosely by the hand, he led me into an intimate dressing room decorated with lighted mirrors and photos of his golden retriever. Of course he's a dog lover. Jesus is he a firefighter on the weekends too? I took a deep breath and tried not to drool.

"They never mentioned you would be so stunning," he said to the mirror as he carefully watched me set my things down on the neatly made cot beside his chair. Clean sheets. Clean sheets. Clean sheets.

"I'm sorry?" I stuttered.

"Beautiful. No one warned me you were so beautiful."

I smiled coyly.

"Really? Because I knew exactly how sexy you are."

On that note he slowly walked toward me, like a magnet with no control, and I soon found my back against the wall and his breath on my face. If I had stayed in this position, staring into his eyes, his warm hand caressing mine, I may not have even needed what came next.

The feeling of his lips caressing my cheek and teasing my mouth almost pushed me to dig my fingers into his thick, wavy hair and pull him into me. As his powerful hands moved their way up my back, and gripped the back of my head he bit into the base of my neck, just above my collar bone. I moaned as the grasp of his teeth shot a line of fire directly between my legs. As I savored his lips traveling along my jawbone, I sighed relief when he finally leaned in and kissed me with those delicious lips. Tasting of latte, and smelling of clean laundry and aftershave, my senses were aflame--this man was a new drug I would have to lock myself up to kick. I remember when my best friend in high school told me never to try cocaine, "you'll love it and you'll never stop. You'll dream of it. You'll breathe it. Just stay away..." I think I could kick heroine cold turkey before I could walk away from this man.

I pulled his shirt over his head; I couldn't last one more second without seeing his magnificent body. I leaned back for a moment to take it all in. Every inch of his skin was flawless and lightly dusted with hair. If I could sit down a draw an image of total perfection, this would be it. His nipples were hard, and I noticed a few goosebumps arising as I ran my fingertips between his abdominal muscles.

"What?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow and a confident smile.

"I just need to appreciate all your hard work with each and every sense I am fortunate enough to possess..."

Jesus, I'm such a cheese ball, but whatever. I would roll my eyes at myself but I'm a little busy diving into a pool called Heaven right now.

He leaned into take my earlobe between gently between his lips as his grip on my hips tightened in distinct contrast. With his intoxicating scent dancing on my nose I leaned into his shoulder and gently ran my nose across his collarbone, tasting the sweetness of his skin with my breath. My tongue traced his Adam's apple and became kisses as I reached the soft patch behind his ear. A heavy breath left his lips, and his skin became warmer beneath my touch.

"Touch me," he whispered into my ear.

"You mean, here?" I teased as I lightly caressed the healthy bulge on the front of his dark designer jeans.

Another gasp and a slight moan parted his full lips, and his hands pulled longingly at my lower back. Before I knew it he had reached around the front of my hips and slipped my panties aside with his middle finger. It was my turn to let out a sigh of approval as his lips and his fingers traced the curves of my neck and panty line simultaneously.

Once the room stopped spinning, I unzipped his jeans and released him from his now exceptionally tight jeans. The man had the most amazingly soft and pot holder toasty skin I had ever felt, like one of those hand warmers you buy at the camping store. Needless to say, I used it to heat up both my hands simultaneously.

"I need to be inside you," he mumbled as if the words were impossible to form considering the state of total pleasure his body was experiencing.

We shifted slightly to the left so I could sit atop the make up table, and as he threw my knee up into his elbow, he and I became one. My breasts slipped from beneath my tank and he gently kissed and bit them as he moved in and out of me with skill I had never experienced. In a matter of minutes it was too much and I came with his mouth on my nipple, my fingers gripping his hair, and my teeth sinking into what appeared to be his arm.

I felt him release my leg and pull me closer to him, gripping each side of my face in his hands as he kissed me. Smiling and teasing my lips with his he looked into my eyes at close range...

"Now, should we get down to business or are you going to continue distracting me?"

With that sly smile slowly creeping it's way onto his lips, I think these distraction techniques may be my new full time occupation.

I may need to text the costume designer and tell her we are running just a tad bit late...