“What are you doing up?” Henry asks.
“Baking!” you answer as you combine the wet and dry ingredients for your recipe, the beater of your stand mixer spinning in endless circles.
“This early?” he asks.
“I couldn’t sleep with you snoring,” you tease him. Looking over your shoulder, you watch as he moves closer. He wears nothing other than a pair of gray sweatpants and his hair is tousled from sleep and sex.
“I don’t snore,” Henry protests. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back against him. “You, however, are a thief,” Henry accuses, lips brushing your ear.
“I’m just borrowing it,” you tell him.
“Keep it,” Henry says, “It looks better on you anyway.”
“Hardly,” you scoff, “You’re only saying that ‘cause you think it’ll get you in my pants.”
“You’re not wearing any panties,” he reminds you, “Let alone pants.”
“You know what I mean,” you laugh.
“Please enlighten me,” Henry presses.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you ask him as you cut off the mixer, “I bet you’d like to fuck me right here on the counter.”
“I think you’re right,” Henry says, “I believe I would like that.” He grabs your hips and spins you to face him.
“Henry!” you giggle, “I was only kidding.”
“Were you?” Henry asks, “Because now I’ve got the image of you on that counter, wearing my unbuttoned shirt, moaning my name as I give you everything you want.”
“What if Sam or Dean walks in?” you ask. You can hardly resist the look of desire that Henry devours you with.
“They’re still asleep,” Henry says, “I doubt they’ll be up anytime soon.” You draw your bottom lip between your teeth as Henry’s hands slide up your sides, the shirt you wear bunching beneath his hands. “I want you,” Henry tells you, the shirt rising until it just barely brushes the tops of your thighs. He looks at you with lust filled eyes, waiting for you to tell him that you want him.
“Fuck,” you whisper, running your hands up his bare arms and placing them on his shoulders. Henry’s eyes are flooded with lust and longing for you as he waits for you to continue. Twisting your fingers into his hair, you coax him forward and press your lips to his. Henry reacts instantly, deepening the kiss as his tongue presses against your own. His hands slide back down your body and come to rest on your hips. “Henry!” you giggle as he lifts you and guides you up onto the counter.
“You’re so sexy” Henry mutters against your lips as he spread your legs wide and moves to stand between them. You giggle as he pulls you right to the edge of the counter. His hands slide to the buttons of your shirt, opening them slowly, one by one, and worshiping every inch of you that he reveals. “Beautiful,” Henry whispers between placing kisses to each inch of newly exposed skin. His hands press beneath the newly opened shirt and slide along your bare skin.
“I love you, Henry,” you tell him, making him smile. You card your fingers through his messy hair as he leaves gentle kisses against your collarbone. Henry’s hands slide around your body, splaying against your back and holding you close. “Henry,” you moan as his tongue flicks your nipple, the bud hardening as he begins to suck lightly. You can feel yourself growing wetter and wetter. He lets your nipple fall from his lips before leaving kisses across the valley between your breasts. A melody begins to play from the oven, drawing your attention away. “Oven’s preheated,” you comment.
