Part 7

                                    

                                          
Jo woke up tangled in her sheets the next day around 7. She peered over at Henry, who was fast asleep next to her, and the reality of her situation really hit home. "I just had sex with Henry..Oh my god..I just had sex with my partner 3 times," she thought; sitting up. "And I liked it." Henry stirred awake and smiled at her dreamily. "Good morning Detective," he said sleepily. His raspy Englishman's coo gave her chills. "Sorry I hogged the sheets," she chucked. "It's quite alright," he responded; slipping on his boxers and slacks, and sitting back on the bed. "You have really nice abs for a man who hangs out around dead people and not a gym," she mumbled; grazing his abdomen with the tips of her fingers. "Your too kind," he replied. "You have a really nice..Everything," he grinned; licking his lips. She blushed and her eyes widened. She was still wearing nothing but her sheets. She scrambled to get dressed in at least her undergarments, and he chuckled. "Relax Jo. There's nothing I haven't seen, touched or kissed by now," he smirked. She grew bright red once again and Henry grabbed her arm; tugging her back on the bed. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and sucked on her neck as she sat on the edge of the mattress. "Henry.. I need to.." she started to say. He started to nibble on her earlobe and she let her head loll back. He's managed to find out by now that her ear is her weakness. "Never mind," she whispered; letting him unravel her. "Would you mind terribly if I used your shower?" he asked. "Go ahead," she responded. She brought him and towel and he turned the water on. 
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About a half an hour later, he came out of the steamy room with a baby blue towel wrapped around his waist. His damp hair was matted to his head, and his torso was slick with water droplets. She peered up at his muscular torso and shoulders, then set her eyes on his lips; licking her own. "Are you quite alright Jo?" he asked; sitting on the edge of the bed next to her. "Yup..Yeah," she responded; blushing fiercely. "Well, it's about time we left for work so I should hurry up and.." he began. She pressed her lips against his and kissed him hungrily; groping his muscular back. -She couldn't help herself. He tried backing away, and she sat in his lap; forcing him into a position where he was laying down, and started to grind. When she finally removed her lips from his, she gasped for air and peered down at the bewildered look on his face. "Or we could just stay here it that's what you'd like," he chuckled. "I'm sorry.. I don't know what came over me," she said; getting up off of him and straightening out her blouse. "It's alright," he replied; staring down at the tent he was starting to pitch. "I'm going to get ready now," he announced. She sat on the edge of the bed for about thirty seconds and then shot back up. She suddenly slammed him against the wall; catching him off guard. "Can we please have sex?" she whispered; kissing his neck. "Right now?" he asked. "Mhm. Right now," she mumbled; grabbing his crotch. "Oh!" he grunted; letting her tug on him, and lead him to the bed. "This elevated rather quickly," he stated; watching her throw blouse on the floor. "Shut up and kiss me," she moaned; tackling him onto the bed. "Good lord," he muttered; eagerly watching her rub his erection. "Can I take off your towel?" she questioned. "Great," she said; tossing it aside before he could even open his mouth. "Whoa Jo.. What's gotten into you?" he asked; peering over at her as she took her pants off. "Hopefully you.. In a few minutes," she replied; yanking hard on his throbbing member. He shuttered and once Jo was totally nude; he let her lower herself down on top him. "You make me so horny.. and I don't know why," she mumbled; burying her face in his neck. He rolled them over so that he was on top and thrust into her; making her gasp. "That's good. That's good. Keep goi.." she began. He plunged deeper inside and she wailed; digging her nails into his back. "Easy, Jo," he whispered; coming down on her slowly. "You're so wet," he mumbled; licking his lips. "Faster," she groaned; gripping the edges of the bed. He did as she said; making the bed rock and slam against the wall. "Start talking.. Start talking.. I bet I could get off just to your voice," she grunted; shutting her eyes. He arched his eyebrows and peered down at her. "Okay.. Um.. Polonium 210 is often.." he started to say. "No.. Say sexy stuff," she grumbled. "Define sexy," he responded; stopping for a second. "You're oozing with it.. Just.. come up with something.. Maybe something you wouldn't usually say..and keep going," she replied. He thought for a second and moved around inside of her sensually. "To be completely honest, I get so hard merely thinking about you.. That one afternoon after you came in my office and I told you about Paris, I got to thinking about how.. How I wanted to go there with you.. At first I thought about the lovely, couple-like moments we would share.. Then I imagined riding you hard in the room we'd stay in while there.. I imagined making you scream my name, and I imagined you sucking on my..." He blushed, and Jo's eyes widened. "I then locked my office door and touched myself for a half an hour uninterrupted, and ejaculated in my slacks.. I snuck out as fast as I could, went home and changed," he admitted. "I felt so incredibly guilty.. Thinking about you.. In that way," he added; pausing momentarily. She stared up at him; incredulous. "You're being serious?" she questioned. "Yes," he blushed; not meeting her eyes. "...Every time I kissed Isaac I thought of you," she said; peering in his soft brown eyes. "I though about you, and how much you frustrate me.. and how you're so arrogant sometimes.. and I thought about how bad I wanted in your pants," she grinned. He chuckled and drove himself farther down inside of her. She moaned and rolled them over; sliding up and down his length quickly. "F*ck. F*ck! F*CK! F*CK!" he screamed; coming hard. She started to quiver on top of him; panting. When they finished, she collapsed on top of him and stared down. She couldn't believe what she'd just heard. Henry never curses. He looked up and gulped. "I tend to.. um.. Get a tad profane when I'm really enjoying myself," he muttered.