Henry loved her completely and unreservedly. He trusted her implicitly, and in return, Monica gave up control over her body and intimate thoughts to her husband. She relished the thrill of letting him take charge in the bedroom. In doing so, Monica felt free to let go of all her worries and fears, knowing that she had someone who cared for her and would do anything to keep her safe. The physical release alone was enough to relax her, butthe emotional connection she shared with Henry was something else entirely.
Through their scenes, Monica found herself feeling more empowered than with other men - and women - who offered to take her soul into their hands. Her submission allowed her to explore her desires and become more confident in expressing them. And Henry, being the attentive and caring Dom he was, always made sure that Monica was comfortable and enjoying herself. Monica had never felt safer or more secure in a relationship, and it showed in the way she approached other aspects of her life. No longer did she feel anxious or unsure about her decisions, and she knew that she could trust Henry to guide her through the challenges they faced.
In this time of uncertainty, Monica knew that this would help ease her mind.It's what I need right now. I'll get no restful sleep if I'm consumed by worry. She could already hear her inner disapproving voice telling her to stop focusing on such self-indulgence and concentrate on finding Abigail, but she pushed it aside.This isn't self-indulgent. And neither is lovemaking over the phone. There was nothing wrong with seeking comfort and pleasure during trying times, and Monica knew that her bond with Henry would only make them stronger in the end.
Henry understood this, too. It wasn't just about getting distracted and giving in to their carnal desires - it was about trusting each other enough to open up and share themselves completely. As Dom and sub, they were able to communicate in ways that most couples couldn't fathom. Such as now, when Henry described putting his hand between her legs and touching her slit.
"Tell me how wet you are, Princess."
Monica sighed, pressing her thighs together to feel her skin become slick at the mere thought of him touching her. "I'm ready for you, sir."
He softly chuckled, although her inner voice knew that it was strained.He's doing this for my sake. I doubt he feels it at all.Yet Monica wanted to believe that Henry was more than just playing along - he had to get something out of this, too. "That's my good girl," he said. "You've been waiting for me to touch you all night, haven't you?"
"Yes, sir," Monica whispered, imagining his fingers tracing circles around her clit. "I need you inside me. Please..."
Her voice trailed off as she began rubbing her legs together faster, desperate for friction against her center. She could almost hear his laugh as he teased her with his words, not yet ready to give her what she wanted. He would draw this out, ensuring that Monica came hard enough to knock her out for the rest of her flight.
"Perhaps I should do something about it, then." His voice sounded husky as if he were aroused. Or maybe she was simply projecting onto him, wanting to think that he felt even a fraction of what she did. "I'm hard for you, Princess. I can't stop thinking about driving myself into you, reaching for the deepest part of you while I look into your eyes and..."
His pause gave her pause as well. "And?"
"...And I make you feel like you deserve tonight. Like you need."
That was his tacit instruction for her to go ahead and touch herself however she wanted. In this scene, Henry pretended he was there with her. Because this wasn't just about getting off. It was about freeing Monica's part of their mutual soul long enough for her to thrive for a day.
Either way, she obeyed, slipping her hand between her legs and pressing down directly on her clit. The pressure sent shockwaves through her body, making her gasp as she closed her eyes and imagined Henry's hands exploring every inch of her. She stroked her fingers up and down, enjoying the feelingof being filled by him without even penetration. Her body pulsed with pleasure as she continued to rub herself, lost in the sensation of his phantom touch.
As Monica got closer to orgasm, she gripped the edge of the bed with her free hand, pushing herself against her fingers. She could almost hear him whispering encouragement in her ear, telling her how beautiful she looked and how much he loved her. Even though he wasn't really there, she could feel him inside her, filling her with warmth and protection.
Henry always knew how to push her over the edge when she needed it most.
"Henry..." She had to snatch the phone to her ear for him to hear her. “Let me come.”
"Not yet, Princess. I'm not ready."
Of course he wasn't. She still had a lot of time left before landing, so he planned to drag this out for as long as possible. But Monica was too close to give up now.
She stroked herself faster. As she did so, she focused on the image of Henry's face hovering above hers, watching her with the dark intensity he often exhibited while making love to her. The thought of him seeing her like this, giving into her needs and pleasuring herself while he watched... it was enough to send her over the edge.
"I told you not yet," he chastised. "I can hear you, Princess. If you come now, it won't be enough. Wait for me."
Her hand stopped, but her breaths continued to torment her. She was in the zone, spreading her legs for herself, for him, wishing he was there to drive into her like he mentioned.Please, for the love of my sanity.She'd give anything for a lot of things, like the safe return of her daughter, but right now she'd also take her husband's safe and erotic presence. Nobody knew how to save her sanity like Henry Warren, the brightest color in her rainbow.
"When will you be ready?" she desperately whispered.
"When you can wait again." His tone softened with concern. He must've heard something in her voice that indicated she was about to explode if she didn't get some relief soon. "Are you close, Princess?"
She nodded, despite his inability to see her. "Yes, sir."
"Good." He lowered his voice even further until she swore he spoke directly into her ear. "Then wait. Don't touch yourself anymore."
Monica obeyed, resting her hand at her side as she gripped the mattress tight enough to tear through the sheet.
Henry waited a moment longer, perhaps gauging Monica's ability to keep control of herself. "Service me. Tell me what you're doing to me right now. Show me how desperate you are, Monica. How badly you need me, despite me saying that you can't come yet."
It was so easy for her to imagine his face that it wasn't hard to pretend he sat beside her on the bed. Even harder to pretend he wasn't fully clothed. For Monica, who was in nothing but her nightgown, lying in the center of the plane's small bed, Henry was almost naked. In fact, the only thing he wore was his belt.And that's all I need him to wear. She imagined straddling him as she leaned forward, nuzzling her lips against his neck before whispering, "I'm grinding my bare pussy on your cock, sir. It feels so good, but it isn't enough. I want more."
"It'll have to be good enough."
