Henry Cavill Imagines

Kunty Bet

While he was showering you had a moment to consider your options - either way you were going to have some sex And that was all you needed to head to the bathroom and lean on the shower door.

"Alright."

Henry laughed and looked to where he heard your voice "So is this official?"

"Yes." you sighed almost like he pushed you into doing it Which he did but In his own way. "It is a bet. If you won't make me cum without touching my clit-"

"But I can be inside." He demanded

"Of course that's not the point. Apart from touching my clit you can do whateve-"

"Careful with your words" He smirked.

"You can do almost whatever might help you make me cum." you finished strongly.

The water stopped. A muscular torso appeared next to your face and with it Henry's  fresh scent combined with the soap.

He looked at you satisfaction written all over his face and dried his hair like nothing happened. Continuing to your bedroom he put the towel down and raised his voice as if he was looking for you "Are you coming?"

You walked to the room like if you were about to do a job interview and even your stomach was slightly squirming with excitement and partly with nervousness.

Henry was busy adjusting the light and pulling down the curtains.

"So," his voice was very low.

"I don't know what game are you playing...you simply cannot win this." you laughed and started to unbutton your shirt.

"Ah-," he stopped you before pointing at your hands – you were obviously stealing his job "Don't." his eyes found yours and he tilted his head a bit "But do repeat what you just said. C'mon."

You laughed as he got near you and slowly touched your arm with index finger sending a shiver down your spine "I said you won't make me cum."

"That's it." Henry whispered to himself.

You felt his body behind you heard his breath your hair swinging in its rhythm. By stopping you from undressing yourself he was showing you who's in charge. You wanted to stay strong, not willing to submit to his methods you knew all too well. Something in Henry's  demeanour changed he's going to outperform himself today you were sure of it. He's going to come up with something new trying out stuff he always wanted to but never did. And most importantly - he's going to take advantage of this situation.

Henry's fingers moved inch by inch up to meet the inner elbow and to the hips.

"Say it again." he muttered through gritted teeth daring you. As if searching for reasons to punish you. His warm hand roughly pushed the shirt fabric aside forcing its way between the buttons.

"I said you can't make me cum." you said clearly but it was undermined by the breathless gasp that escaped your mouth. At that very moment his hand undid the buttons and your shirt landed next to your ankles.

Despite the intensity he barely touched you yet.

Henry's arm rested on your shoulder and with tips of his fingers he drew over your chest up to the collar bone. His face was so close to your ear you heard every breath and even movements of his tongue in his mouth.

The goosebumps raised across your skin excited him so much but he kept his head clear. He knew exactly what to focus on. He dug his face in your hair and kissed you below your ear. Your body reacted faster than you wanted. You crumbled into him as if he pushed some button your knees bending a bit. But he didn't want it to be this fast.