I opened the door for him. I wanted him to take me in his arms and hold me and never let me go. He just stood there. Shock registered on his face as he saw how my eyes were filled with tears of happiness. He didn't object when I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him furiously. I whispered in his ears how much I wanted to see him and how much I have missed him. My voice was mixed with despair and joy as I kissed him on his lips, alternating with sweet nothings being whispered in between the kisses in his ears. My arms wouldn't let go of his neck and my body ached for his touch. Suddenly, I felt his mouth not responding to my kisses anymore and his hands came up to my arms around his neck and he tried to pry them apart. "Isabeau, Isabeau, please stop. I can't do this; you are obviously grieving and very vulnerable right now." He whispered back to me gently as he placed my arms on my side. "And I am not Hank, so if you are looking to bring him back through me, you will be very disappointed." Dr. Brenner added sadly. And I stepped back away from him abruptly. My hand came up to my mouth when I realized that I blindly wished he was Henry standing before me when I opened the door and threw myself at him, like I have always done when I opened the door for Henry. My heart and my soul wanted him to be Henry. I mumbled "I'm so sorry" weakly to him. He just looked at me with his compassionate demeanor and nodded as though he understood what Henry meant to me in the very depths of my soul. "It was more than seeing each other now and then, between you and Hank, I gather from your grief, Isabeau. You loved him deeply, didn't you?" He asked, but it was more of a statement. I didn't answer him. I felt no need to give his question an answer. I was confused with my own action and was even more confused with the loss I was feeling for Henry. When the good doctor came to the conclusion I wasn't going to offer him an explanation for my earlier behavior, he winked at me and said, "It's alright, I can do worse than get attacked by a beautiful woman." It was his way of defusing the obvious heat rising up to my cheeks from the embarrassing situation of what he may have thought of me confusing him momentarily, for Henry. He looked around and saw the bowl and grapes all over my couch and the opened mail lying on the floor and he raised his eyebrow as if to question the slovenliness he saw in my living room. I mumbled something to the effect that I was startled, and he walked towards the mess and started tidying up. I joined him while we picked up the opened mail and the fruit scattered all around and managed to chuckle a bit and apologized for my "messy" place.
"Why are you here, doctor? I mean, Chris, I'm sorry, I am still trying to get comfortable with calling you by your first name." I asked him as he handed me the bowl, now filled with the fallen grapes. I went to the kitchen and emptied the bowl on the sink and ran the garbage disposal, which made his reply inaudible. I was being rude and careless and it was obvious my mind was not functioning up to par of a normal person at the moment. My demeanor would have excited Henry if it were Henry in my living room. When I shut off the garbage disposal, Chris repeated his answer to me which did not sound the same as his first response. "I wanted to check on you to see if you were alright." He said with a little playfulness in his tone. I cocked my head and narrowed my eyes at him, making him see that I did not quite believe or trust his obviously altered response. "That was not what I thought I heard you say when the disposal was running. What did you say initially?" I asked him directly. He smiled. It was a sheepish smile that turned into a Cheshire cat grin as he repeated what he initially answered. "I said it was odd that you are still uncomfortable calling me by my first name when I could have fathered your future children based upon the exchange of oral fluids we have had between us." And then he chuckled at his own answer. I felt my cheeks flushed after hearing what he said and I nervously laughed to feign non-embarrassment. "I'm grieving. People do strange things when they grieve." I said trying to lighten up the situation and attempting a breezy demeanor, the same nonchalant manner I have failed to show him in his conference room when he "breezily" greeted me and shook my hand. It was his turn to cock his head as he said teasingly "Of course." And we both laughed at the awkward circumstance between us. I was relieved that he seemed to have a sense of humor and can take my behavior with a grain of salt. "I can see you will be alright, with that attitude." He stated. I was glad of that comment he made. It was important that I did not completely diminish my person to him, behaving the way an individual coming undone would. I need to ensure that I have his confidence with what I can do for him and his practice in terms of the financial market. And an individual who's coming apart at the seams cannot possibly give him that confidence if I keep behaving the way I have been behaving since he's met me. And then the urge to assure him he was in my very capable hands happened and I finally said, "I loved Henry. I do believe I loved him more than I care to admit to myself, Chris." After the statement came out of me, I thought I saw his expression changed from jovial to concern. "I thought you should hear that your brother was loved." I added. He walked towards me and I felt my back stiffened when he gave me a look that was unfamiliar to what I have observed with his varied expressions, albeit we have only met earlier in the day. He reached out for my hand and brought it to his lips. "I shall take my leave now, then, and thank you for the reassurance that someone has loved my half brother." He said to me while he gently let go of my hand.
He started for the door and as I walked beside him, he turned towards me and smiled sadly, "Did Hank love you right?" he asked looking me straight in the eyes. "I would like to believe so, Chris. I would like to believe that Henry loved me, too." I stated not so convincingly. "Goodnight, Isabeau Warner. Take it easy and rest up. I need you bright eyed and bushy tailed to make me more financially sound the next time we see each other." He playfully stated. And then he flashed me the same mysterious smile I have witnessed in the conference room when I told him to fuck off. Out of the blue, I heard myself say, "Please stay, Chris. Don't go." He turned to me with concern in his eyes. "I don't think it will be a good idea." He said and I wanted to nod in agreement with him but my mind was making the decision for me instead of my logic. "I don't want to be alone right now, Chris. Please stay with me, even if only until after I fall asleep." I pleaded to him. He looked down on the floor for a moment, as if trying to decide on what he was going to do or what he should do and say, and then he looked up at me and asked, "What if I ended up taking advantage of the situation?" And again, the good doctor left me in between that A and B zone where I did not know what to think or what choice I have, if there were any choices between his attraction and possible non-attraction to me, physically or mentally.. In my mind, I convinced myself that I really just want his company, nothing else. But my emotion was telling me that it was bullshit, because I needed comfort. "I'm not a child, Chris. Whatever happens, I assure you, it will be consensual. No one forces the willing." I replied to him honestly. He shook his head. "Okay, Isabeau. I will stay for as long as you want me to, for the night." He agreed, sounding remorseful already. "I haven't eaten dinner yet, would you like us to dine out and head back here or do you just want to stay and order in?" he asked. And it occurred to me that I was also hungry. I suggested we stay in and order something for delivery. I really wasn't in the mood to go anywhere and didn't feel like putting on clothes to step out. As a matter of fact, I felt no inhibition wearing only my satin robe, since he's arrived. I have already dismissed the emotional reaction I had to Henry's voice mail message. My own logic has figured out that the message may have been on the afternoon that we were supposed to go out and that I just never listened to it before. At the moment, I didn't want to be alone and I needed someone, someone who is warm, who is reactive and someone who is decent, even just for the night. I have never experience a one night stand and if the comfort I seek lies within a one night stand that could happen between me and Chris, so be it. Henry's death has proven to me that life can end suddenly and by god, if I have to experience an attachment and issue free copulation, then let it be with this beautiful, decent and caring man. I could do worse by going out with my friends and picking up a complete stranger.
We sat in the living room and drank wine while we waited for our food to arrive. He told me of his childhood, growing up as young boys with Henry. But mostly, he focused on telling me all about Henry growing up, or as how he remembered his half brother. He told me of how my former lover was a strong willed, dominant person, even when he was younger. Chris also told me that they did not live in the same home because their mother was married to Henry's father first. I learned that they were only 2 years apart in age and Chris being the younger sibling and with a wealthier father, had more material things available to him when they were younger. They were material things that Chris gladly shared and demanded his father buy for Henry, also. I learned they lost touch when they went off to college and though they were polite with one another, they were not really close. Everything that Chris detailed to me made sense on how I knew Henry. I was glad that Chris shared their childhood stories with me. When the food arrived, we continued our discussion in the kitchen. Our interaction was polite and we were like two colleagues sharing dinner, none of the strangers in heat earlier in his car. Our talk was relaxing and daunting at the same time, but I welcomed the feeling more than I would dreaming of puzzling images of Henry. After dinner, Chris excused himself and went down to his car to get his laptop. I didn't object but requested him not to do any work while he kept me company. He agreed and explained to me that he was only going to check his surgery reports, that they did not take more than 5 minutes and assured me the laptop will be off right after. He did exactly what he told me and did not even take long checking on the reports. I watched him while his gaze was on his computer screen and there were things about him, such as his movements, and some behavior or mannerisms that were similar to Henry. I shook my head in disbelief that I found myself comparing him to his dead half brother. Even if it was just in my head, I found my action to be unacceptable. It was impolite and not fair with this kindly stranger who is keeping me company while I fall apart. I smiled at how detrimental I make myself sound in my own thoughts. "Falling apart" is not something one would describe themselves, especially in the presence of a multi-million dollar worth client.
Chris set aside his laptop and addressed me with, "Now, what is next on the agenda, Ms. Warner?" and which I answered with an enthusiastic, "I don't know, Dr. Brenner, what would you like or suggest?" We both laughed at our silliness. I was enjoying his company, albeit the circumstances beforehand were not very auspicious for a friendly banter. Chris got up from the sofa and started for the entertainment center and started poring through my Blu-Ray collections of various movies. None of them seems to have intrigued him until he came at a stop with "The Three Faces of Eve". To my satisfaction, his action masked what his words of impressions were. He told me that I have a very impressive collection of films and that some of them have been something which he had in mind to add to his own collection. The movie he picked with his hand was something I have never seen before, and I did not have the heart to tell him that it was given to me by his half-brother and I took no interest in it because it was in black and white. Me and my superficial preferences to vivid colors, I silently and sarcastically thought to myself. He put the movie back in the shelf and said to me, "Why don't we skip the movie and talk about absolutely anything, instead?" his eyes playful and sinful at the same time. I told him that I would like that very much and to my delight, he propped himself on the sofa, half lying down and half sitting, his shoulders and head almost resting on my lap. He was looking up at me when he said, "I really liked kissing you earlier." And I was absolutely elated upon hearing what he said and I was absolutely mortified that I have replied with, "Liked? You mean you don't see yourself possibly liking it again?" I swear I saw his eyes lit up like shining emeralds when he looked at me after hearing what I said, as his lips curled into a devastatingly devilish grin. It was a very sexy and dangerous smile; I felt my heart stopped for a couple of seconds. He took my breath away with such a simple gesture. But his next gesture swept me off my feet when he got up and placed his hands on my shoulders as he bent over to kiss me on my lips. It was perfect. He did not have to cup my face or tilt my face up to meet his lips as the sudden move made me automatically looked up at him. I felt his hands let my shoulders go while he was still kissing me that I slowly pulled away from him and still looking up, I asked if he liked kissing me without our bodies touching and why he let my shoulders go. His reply was surprisingly candid as he said he wanted only our lips to touch to see if I was going to meet him for the kiss, connected only by our desire to lock lips. His answer was both exciting and charming in its innocence. It reminded me of Charles Schultz' Charlie Brown characters wherein the Lucy character kisses Charlie Brown, their hands clasped behind their own backs. It was sweet and innocent but while looking at Chris' expressive eyes; I did not want the innocent and sweet kiss. I wanted a passionate and lustful kiss. I stood up to meet his gaze and said to him boldly, "If I told you that you have a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?" and I half giggled at how pathetic my line was, but I just wanted an excuse to feel his body and his lips on me, again, over and over. Forget all my rules about fraternization. I want fornication and the time is just as good as now. I felt his one arm wrapped around my waist as he pulled me closer to his body while his other hand went up to my face tenderly and I can feel his warm breath against my cheek as he whispered huskily to me that he would love to hold his body against me, adding that it would be nicer if we weren't restricted by clothing, playfully and seductively. I felt the heat from my face rush directly down to my belly and between my thighs.
I wanted him. I want him naked on top of me, below me and beside me. Chris kissed me and I felt his hand slowly moved down to the opening of my satin robe and slowly undid the tie. He pulled back and opened my robe completely and slipped them off my shoulders. I was standing naked before him, my robe at my feet, as he studied me, his eyes lingering on my breasts and my sex. He smiled at me with that same devilish grin he gave me earlier as he lowered his mouth on my left breast, his tongue slowly tracing the areola of my nipple, before taking my nipple in his mouth and playfully sucking and nibbling it. My body responded in ways I have been accustomed to since Henry taught me that the tingly sensation I feel was all normal and expected when I am turned on. My god, his tongue feels so good on my breast that I grabbed him by the back of his head to press his face against my chest deeper. All of a sudden, he stopped and stood up looking at me directly. I was momentarily disappointed, my chest heaving raggedly, wanting more from him. "Do me a favor, Isabeau, no matter what I do, stay still, I want to feel every bit of you desiring me to the point of crazy abandon." He said to me, his eyes and expression serious. I murmured okay back to him and he again lowered his face to my breasts. I know he can hear my breathing as he got me more excited, and he can certainly feel how much I wanted him when he lowered his hand on my sex and started rubbing my pussy lightly at first then working his finger inside me. "Wow, you are so wet and slippery, it's fucking fantastic." He said to me, his voice thick and husky. I started to moan while his finger moved slowly inside me. Even his finger is deliriously erotic and talented. I felt my body start to respond, it was aching to move with his movement and my hands were dying to touch him but I held my agreement with him. I will stay still until I can't take it anymore. His lips and tongue slowly traced down my navel and my belly and I let out a sigh, anticipating next where his lips and tongue would travel to, and to my surprise, he stopped short right on the mound of my sex. I moaned a slight frustration and I looked down to see what he was doing. He stood up, as he put his finger which was just inside me inside his lips then gently slipped the same finger in my mouth as he whispered, "you taste so good, Isabeau, like very light flavored saltwater taffy, see?" and I tasted my own juice, mixed with his saliva. His other hand started to unbutton his shirt as I sucked his finger and while he kissed my face, moving down to my neck and not skipping a beat undressing his self. My eyes were still closed when I couldn't take it anymore and asked, "May I please move now? I want to touch you." My voice was eager and impatient. He didn't respond at first and I felt a deep need to put my hands all over him, my body was almost aching for him and his body. Whatever it was he was doing to me, I found it indescribably heavenly and tormenting at the same time. I whispered please, please let me touch you. I heard him say yes, touch me Isabeau and I opened my eyes, only to be met by the very familiar gaze of Henry's blue eyes.
"Why are you here, doctor? I mean, Chris, I'm sorry, I am still trying to get comfortable with calling you by your first name." I asked him as he handed me the bowl, now filled with the fallen grapes. I went to the kitchen and emptied the bowl on the sink and ran the garbage disposal, which made his reply inaudible. I was being rude and careless and it was obvious my mind was not functioning up to par of a normal person at the moment. My demeanor would have excited Henry if it were Henry in my living room. When I shut off the garbage disposal, Chris repeated his answer to me which did not sound the same as his first response. "I wanted to check on you to see if you were alright." He said with a little playfulness in his tone. I cocked my head and narrowed my eyes at him, making him see that I did not quite believe or trust his obviously altered response. "That was not what I thought I heard you say when the disposal was running. What did you say initially?" I asked him directly. He smiled. It was a sheepish smile that turned into a Cheshire cat grin as he repeated what he initially answered. "I said it was odd that you are still uncomfortable calling me by my first name when I could have fathered your future children based upon the exchange of oral fluids we have had between us." And then he chuckled at his own answer. I felt my cheeks flushed after hearing what he said and I nervously laughed to feign non-embarrassment. "I'm grieving. People do strange things when they grieve." I said trying to lighten up the situation and attempting a breezy demeanor, the same nonchalant manner I have failed to show him in his conference room when he "breezily" greeted me and shook my hand. It was his turn to cock his head as he said teasingly "Of course." And we both laughed at the awkward circumstance between us. I was relieved that he seemed to have a sense of humor and can take my behavior with a grain of salt. "I can see you will be alright, with that attitude." He stated. I was glad of that comment he made. It was important that I did not completely diminish my person to him, behaving the way an individual coming undone would. I need to ensure that I have his confidence with what I can do for him and his practice in terms of the financial market. And an individual who's coming apart at the seams cannot possibly give him that confidence if I keep behaving the way I have been behaving since he's met me. And then the urge to assure him he was in my very capable hands happened and I finally said, "I loved Henry. I do believe I loved him more than I care to admit to myself, Chris." After the statement came out of me, I thought I saw his expression changed from jovial to concern. "I thought you should hear that your brother was loved." I added. He walked towards me and I felt my back stiffened when he gave me a look that was unfamiliar to what I have observed with his varied expressions, albeit we have only met earlier in the day. He reached out for my hand and brought it to his lips. "I shall take my leave now, then, and thank you for the reassurance that someone has loved my half brother." He said to me while he gently let go of my hand.
He started for the door and as I walked beside him, he turned towards me and smiled sadly, "Did Hank love you right?" he asked looking me straight in the eyes. "I would like to believe so, Chris. I would like to believe that Henry loved me, too." I stated not so convincingly. "Goodnight, Isabeau Warner. Take it easy and rest up. I need you bright eyed and bushy tailed to make me more financially sound the next time we see each other." He playfully stated. And then he flashed me the same mysterious smile I have witnessed in the conference room when I told him to fuck off. Out of the blue, I heard myself say, "Please stay, Chris. Don't go." He turned to me with concern in his eyes. "I don't think it will be a good idea." He said and I wanted to nod in agreement with him but my mind was making the decision for me instead of my logic. "I don't want to be alone right now, Chris. Please stay with me, even if only until after I fall asleep." I pleaded to him. He looked down on the floor for a moment, as if trying to decide on what he was going to do or what he should do and say, and then he looked up at me and asked, "What if I ended up taking advantage of the situation?" And again, the good doctor left me in between that A and B zone where I did not know what to think or what choice I have, if there were any choices between his attraction and possible non-attraction to me, physically or mentally.. In my mind, I convinced myself that I really just want his company, nothing else. But my emotion was telling me that it was bullshit, because I needed comfort. "I'm not a child, Chris. Whatever happens, I assure you, it will be consensual. No one forces the willing." I replied to him honestly. He shook his head. "Okay, Isabeau. I will stay for as long as you want me to, for the night." He agreed, sounding remorseful already. "I haven't eaten dinner yet, would you like us to dine out and head back here or do you just want to stay and order in?" he asked. And it occurred to me that I was also hungry. I suggested we stay in and order something for delivery. I really wasn't in the mood to go anywhere and didn't feel like putting on clothes to step out. As a matter of fact, I felt no inhibition wearing only my satin robe, since he's arrived. I have already dismissed the emotional reaction I had to Henry's voice mail message. My own logic has figured out that the message may have been on the afternoon that we were supposed to go out and that I just never listened to it before. At the moment, I didn't want to be alone and I needed someone, someone who is warm, who is reactive and someone who is decent, even just for the night. I have never experience a one night stand and if the comfort I seek lies within a one night stand that could happen between me and Chris, so be it. Henry's death has proven to me that life can end suddenly and by god, if I have to experience an attachment and issue free copulation, then let it be with this beautiful, decent and caring man. I could do worse by going out with my friends and picking up a complete stranger.
We sat in the living room and drank wine while we waited for our food to arrive. He told me of his childhood, growing up as young boys with Henry. But mostly, he focused on telling me all about Henry growing up, or as how he remembered his half brother. He told me of how my former lover was a strong willed, dominant person, even when he was younger. Chris also told me that they did not live in the same home because their mother was married to Henry's father first. I learned that they were only 2 years apart in age and Chris being the younger sibling and with a wealthier father, had more material things available to him when they were younger. They were material things that Chris gladly shared and demanded his father buy for Henry, also. I learned they lost touch when they went off to college and though they were polite with one another, they were not really close. Everything that Chris detailed to me made sense on how I knew Henry. I was glad that Chris shared their childhood stories with me. When the food arrived, we continued our discussion in the kitchen. Our interaction was polite and we were like two colleagues sharing dinner, none of the strangers in heat earlier in his car. Our talk was relaxing and daunting at the same time, but I welcomed the feeling more than I would dreaming of puzzling images of Henry. After dinner, Chris excused himself and went down to his car to get his laptop. I didn't object but requested him not to do any work while he kept me company. He agreed and explained to me that he was only going to check his surgery reports, that they did not take more than 5 minutes and assured me the laptop will be off right after. He did exactly what he told me and did not even take long checking on the reports. I watched him while his gaze was on his computer screen and there were things about him, such as his movements, and some behavior or mannerisms that were similar to Henry. I shook my head in disbelief that I found myself comparing him to his dead half brother. Even if it was just in my head, I found my action to be unacceptable. It was impolite and not fair with this kindly stranger who is keeping me company while I fall apart. I smiled at how detrimental I make myself sound in my own thoughts. "Falling apart" is not something one would describe themselves, especially in the presence of a multi-million dollar worth client.
Chris set aside his laptop and addressed me with, "Now, what is next on the agenda, Ms. Warner?" and which I answered with an enthusiastic, "I don't know, Dr. Brenner, what would you like or suggest?" We both laughed at our silliness. I was enjoying his company, albeit the circumstances beforehand were not very auspicious for a friendly banter. Chris got up from the sofa and started for the entertainment center and started poring through my Blu-Ray collections of various movies. None of them seems to have intrigued him until he came at a stop with "The Three Faces of Eve". To my satisfaction, his action masked what his words of impressions were. He told me that I have a very impressive collection of films and that some of them have been something which he had in mind to add to his own collection. The movie he picked with his hand was something I have never seen before, and I did not have the heart to tell him that it was given to me by his half-brother and I took no interest in it because it was in black and white. Me and my superficial preferences to vivid colors, I silently and sarcastically thought to myself. He put the movie back in the shelf and said to me, "Why don't we skip the movie and talk about absolutely anything, instead?" his eyes playful and sinful at the same time. I told him that I would like that very much and to my delight, he propped himself on the sofa, half lying down and half sitting, his shoulders and head almost resting on my lap. He was looking up at me when he said, "I really liked kissing you earlier." And I was absolutely elated upon hearing what he said and I was absolutely mortified that I have replied with, "Liked? You mean you don't see yourself possibly liking it again?" I swear I saw his eyes lit up like shining emeralds when he looked at me after hearing what I said, as his lips curled into a devastatingly devilish grin. It was a very sexy and dangerous smile; I felt my heart stopped for a couple of seconds. He took my breath away with such a simple gesture. But his next gesture swept me off my feet when he got up and placed his hands on my shoulders as he bent over to kiss me on my lips. It was perfect. He did not have to cup my face or tilt my face up to meet his lips as the sudden move made me automatically looked up at him. I felt his hands let my shoulders go while he was still kissing me that I slowly pulled away from him and still looking up, I asked if he liked kissing me without our bodies touching and why he let my shoulders go. His reply was surprisingly candid as he said he wanted only our lips to touch to see if I was going to meet him for the kiss, connected only by our desire to lock lips. His answer was both exciting and charming in its innocence. It reminded me of Charles Schultz' Charlie Brown characters wherein the Lucy character kisses Charlie Brown, their hands clasped behind their own backs. It was sweet and innocent but while looking at Chris' expressive eyes; I did not want the innocent and sweet kiss. I wanted a passionate and lustful kiss. I stood up to meet his gaze and said to him boldly, "If I told you that you have a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?" and I half giggled at how pathetic my line was, but I just wanted an excuse to feel his body and his lips on me, again, over and over. Forget all my rules about fraternization. I want fornication and the time is just as good as now. I felt his one arm wrapped around my waist as he pulled me closer to his body while his other hand went up to my face tenderly and I can feel his warm breath against my cheek as he whispered huskily to me that he would love to hold his body against me, adding that it would be nicer if we weren't restricted by clothing, playfully and seductively. I felt the heat from my face rush directly down to my belly and between my thighs.
I wanted him. I want him naked on top of me, below me and beside me. Chris kissed me and I felt his hand slowly moved down to the opening of my satin robe and slowly undid the tie. He pulled back and opened my robe completely and slipped them off my shoulders. I was standing naked before him, my robe at my feet, as he studied me, his eyes lingering on my breasts and my sex. He smiled at me with that same devilish grin he gave me earlier as he lowered his mouth on my left breast, his tongue slowly tracing the areola of my nipple, before taking my nipple in his mouth and playfully sucking and nibbling it. My body responded in ways I have been accustomed to since Henry taught me that the tingly sensation I feel was all normal and expected when I am turned on. My god, his tongue feels so good on my breast that I grabbed him by the back of his head to press his face against my chest deeper. All of a sudden, he stopped and stood up looking at me directly. I was momentarily disappointed, my chest heaving raggedly, wanting more from him. "Do me a favor, Isabeau, no matter what I do, stay still, I want to feel every bit of you desiring me to the point of crazy abandon." He said to me, his eyes and expression serious. I murmured okay back to him and he again lowered his face to my breasts. I know he can hear my breathing as he got me more excited, and he can certainly feel how much I wanted him when he lowered his hand on my sex and started rubbing my pussy lightly at first then working his finger inside me. "Wow, you are so wet and slippery, it's fucking fantastic." He said to me, his voice thick and husky. I started to moan while his finger moved slowly inside me. Even his finger is deliriously erotic and talented. I felt my body start to respond, it was aching to move with his movement and my hands were dying to touch him but I held my agreement with him. I will stay still until I can't take it anymore. His lips and tongue slowly traced down my navel and my belly and I let out a sigh, anticipating next where his lips and tongue would travel to, and to my surprise, he stopped short right on the mound of my sex. I moaned a slight frustration and I looked down to see what he was doing. He stood up, as he put his finger which was just inside me inside his lips then gently slipped the same finger in my mouth as he whispered, "you taste so good, Isabeau, like very light flavored saltwater taffy, see?" and I tasted my own juice, mixed with his saliva. His other hand started to unbutton his shirt as I sucked his finger and while he kissed my face, moving down to my neck and not skipping a beat undressing his self. My eyes were still closed when I couldn't take it anymore and asked, "May I please move now? I want to touch you." My voice was eager and impatient. He didn't respond at first and I felt a deep need to put my hands all over him, my body was almost aching for him and his body. Whatever it was he was doing to me, I found it indescribably heavenly and tormenting at the same time. I whispered please, please let me touch you. I heard him say yes, touch me Isabeau and I opened my eyes, only to be met by the very familiar gaze of Henry's blue eyes.