It's Arranged (18+) ✔

NINE

Cara's Dress ^^

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“Cara, we're here.” Henry's soft voice wakes me.

I open my eyes and the sun is streaming through the jet window. For some unknown reason, the sound of his voice first thing in the morning makes my stomach flip. We exit the aircraft and head back to the palace. The whole ride there a small smile adorns my lips while I hold onto Henry’s hand.

God, I feel like I'm in high school again.

The smell on cinnamon overwhelms my senses as we enter the door. Diane walks out of the kitchen carrying fresher backed cinnamon rolls and she scurried in the opposite direction.

Feeling inquisitive, we follow her and we come to Henry’s study where the Ginger bitch is sitting enjoying the heavenly treats.

Upon our entry, she drops the roll and runs into Henry’s arms, prompting me out of his hold.

“Ree, what are you doing here?” He asks returning the gesture.

“Well I just wanted to give you this.”

She produces a small envelope with his name printed on the front in a cursive font. He opens it carefully and out comes a card with lettering too small for me to see.

“It's an invitation for my birthday party tonight. It's black and white themed.” She says, a bright smile lighting up her features.

“Great we’ll be there.” I chime in.

Her smile falls ever so slightly as she notices my presence.

“Right, you're going too. The more the merrier I guess.”

With a final lingering hug, she exits the study and Henry puts the invite on his desk.

I follow him to the price of furniture. I take a sets on it and he cocks an eyebrow.

“What?” I ask innocently.

“Why are you smiling?”

I grab him and bring him closer until are faces are an inch away from each other.

“Because I'm happy. You make me happy.” I clarify before bringinging our lips together in a slow, passionate kiss. He returns the gesture, slowly running his large hangs up my spine. A low moan escapes from me and I feel the monster in his trousers begin to harden.

Suddenly the door swings open and Maureen steps in.

“I… Forgot my phone.” She says slowly retrieving the device.

Our foreheads are still connected, our breathing laboured. I stare into Henry’s eye and an unrecognizable emotion floods through them. I place a chaste kiss on his lips.

“I guess I should go get a dress for this ball.” I say reluctantly.

He nods discouraged.

“But I don't want you to go.”

“How about you come shower with me?” I suggest.

Without warning, he hooks a arm under my thighs and lifts me off the desk. We head into his room and waste no time in removing our clothes. He places a tender kiss behind my ear, and I shiver in delight. We enter the steamy cubicle and hit droplets pelt my back.

While he continues his assault, moving down to my neck, I slide my hands up and down his incredibly sculpted torso before venturing even further south and landing my grip on his length.

Using both hands, I stroke the enlarged member and drop to my knees, eager for a taste.

The salty taste of pre-cum assulta my taste buds as I continue teasing his head. He let's me to eat ever I want, no doubt restraining himself from feverishly pumping into my mouth. I release him to catch my breath, but am unexpectedly picked up again. My legs latch onto the wetskin of his hips and my stare meets his lustful gaze.