Cake Love: All Things Payne(75)

"So, Henrik, you haven't been drinking tonight?"

"Yes I have, Morgana. Tonight is the exception to the rule. To my rule. Let's not talk about rules."

"What do you want to talk about?" I regret asking as soon as the words exit my mouth.

His smirk is back and his head tilts playfully to the side as his hand continues caressing my thigh inching up ever so slightly as time goes by.

"You. Us. This dress. Your soft skin. Your glasses." He laughs and shakes his head. Henrik is looking at his hand that has now moved just under my dress and is mere inches from my soaking panties.

I should stop him. I should really stop him. Morgana! Stop him!

"I dreamed about you in your glasses."

Nope, not stopping him. I also can't get my mouth to work so I just keep staring at his mouth as he talks. He continues looking at his hand, which is now pushing up the fabric of my dress and I know he can see what color my underwear is now.

His finger reaches the edge of the black lace as his eyes move up to mine. They are almost black in the low light and the muscles in his face slack from desire.

His fingers push past the fabric to my wet folds as his eyes close. I whimper from the intrusion.

"Oh, Morgana. You are so wet for me."





Chapter 8 - THE Zipper Incident ...

"These are in the way. I better take care of them."

Henrik falls to his knees on the floor in front of me. His thumbs hook under the lace fabric of my panties and tug. I lift my bottom off the couch to help him with his task. Leisurely he drags my undies down my legs, over my thigh-high stockings and creates an erotic burn. My Brain is still screaming at me to grab my panties and hobble out of this room like a respectable adult. Memo to Brain: Go Away!

Once the fabric is loose and in his hand, he balls it up and tucks it into his pants pocket. I really hope I get those back, they weren't cheap. My heart is racing as I watch his fingers smooth over the edge of the stockings. He lowers his head and juts his tongue out creating a small wet trail on the sheer fabric.

His eyes flick up to mine as his tongue leaves the stocking and lands on the warm skin of my upper thigh. I dreamed of this and various other acts with him, but having it actually happen to me is better than any fantasy I could have thought of. I push my legs open a little farther letting him know how much I want this. I think my Brain is half way to Arizona by now.

That's when I feel two of his fingers slide inside me. I gasp at the sudden invasion but as much shock as my mind is in my body keeps in the moment, gently gyrating to his touch. As quickly as his fingers plunge inside me, they leave with equal pace. I whimper and see him take his fingers in his mouth and suck.

"Mmm."

Lifting his head to show me his enjoyment he removes his fingers placing them back inside me as his thumb starts to circle my clit. Henrik's gaze never leaves mine. I think I am drooling now.

"You taste better than I dreamed, Morgana. I think I need another taste of your sweet *."

I groan at his words and splay my hands into his dark brown waves helping him with his hunger. His head lowers and the first kisses on my thighs are light, fluttery. After a moment he stops. Just stops everything.

He doesn't move. I tap his shoulder.

"Henrik?"

I hear a deep guttural snore vibrate from between my thighs. What the hell? I start to push at him but he is quite heavy. Finally I manage to squirm out of from under him.

He f*cking passed out! Oh my God!

I push my dress back down and stand to figure out what to do. He is face down in the cushions of the couch and I know if he throws up he'll suffocate. Crap, I have to move him.

"Brain? Oh Brain? I need some help here." I whisper to myself. I can sense the glare from my Brain, it's not happy.

"Oh NOW you want me to help you. I seem to recall telling you not to do this, but NOOO you had to get your groove on." My Brain folds its imaginary squiggly arms at me and huffs.

"Brain, stop being an ass and just help me!"

"Hey, don't get me involved." My Butt calls out.

"Fine, you want my help; get him lying on his side on the couch. That way if he pukes it will fall to the floor. You also might want to stay with him for a while to make sure he doesn't vomit or roll over onto his back."

I roll my eyes at the task at hand. First I try wrapping my arms around his chest and lift. He doesn't even move an inch. The man must weight like five hundred pounds because I almost broke my back with that move. I may have a bit of muscle on me ... all right it is fat that I pass off as muscle, but Mr. Payne is too much for my five foot six inch, hundred fifty pound frame.

Standing back and assessing the situation I figure he is already partly on the couch, so if I can just push his bottom half on it, he should be good.

With all my might and my shoulder, I push Mr. Payne onto the couch and roll him on his side. Stepping away to admire my work I realize how sweet he looks asleep. His brow isn't creased in a constant scowl like normal. Mr. Payne's relaxed face is sexy and cute at the same time.

A thought pops into my head. A very dirty thought.

"Don't you even think about that Morgana!" My Brain starts its warning.

I ignore her and kneel down next to him. Very carefully I unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper. Looking back at Mr. Payne I see he is still sound asleep. There is a thrill that races through me. The excitement of getting caught and of looking at the forbidden.