Chapter 258 Henry, Are You Not Up to It Anymore?
In the car, Grace's faint scent of alcohol mixed with her own perfume wrapped around Henry, and he was loving every second of it. He leaned in close to her ear, letting out a soft, contented sigh.
Grace had never noticed how sexy Henry's voice could be.
She cupped his handsome face, her cheeks flushed, and sat in his lap, kissing him passionately. This was their first time getting intimate since his recovery, and it felt like no amount of intensity could quench their desire.
Maybe it was too much; a few minutes later, or maybe just one or two, it was all over.
Henry felt a bit embarrassed.
He'd never been this quick before, but no guy wanted to be looked down on by a woman. He wanted to rest a bit and go again, but Grace wasn't having it. She lay in his arms, slurring, "Henry, are you not up to it anymore?"
"Not up to it?" Henry gritted his teeth and shot back, word by word, then he wanted to go again.
Grace refused, clinging tightly to his neck, her voice trembling. "No! Henry, you're making me uncomfortable."
Henry kissed her lips, then helped her straighten her dress.
He coaxed her like a little girl, "Let's get a big bed, so you'll be comfortable, okay?"
Grace's eyes were full of confusion.
Henry took her out of the car and walked to a nearby five-star hotel to get a suite.
Grace was drunk and just wanted to sleep. Henry coaxed her, saying she could sleep soon. The elevator reached the 56th floor, and Henry swiped open the suite door, bringing the drunken Grace inside.
As soon as they entered, he showed his true colors.
He pressed Grace tightly against the door and kissed her. As they kissed, clothes piled up at their feet, with the most intimate garments on top, looking quite scandalous.
From the living room to the bedroom, and then to the bathroom, Henry made love to her all night long.
It wasn't until nearly 3 AM that he let her go.
After cleaning up, Grace was actually sober. Her body ached but she was satisfied, and behind her was Henry's warm embrace. This drunken loss of control happened as expected, but it shouldn't have happened.
She was exhausted and drained by him, so tired that she fell asleep directly.
Henry gently caressed her face, aware that she was awake but didn't want to talk. He didn't push her, and they quietly fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, sunlight streamed into the suite, and Grace woke up, seeing the handsome face in front of her as soon as she opened her eyes.
The memories of last night surged back like a tide.
Grace turned over and lay flat, covering her eyes with her hand, but a hoarse male voice came to her ears, "Awake?"
Grace nodded, her demeanor somewhat cold, but Henry refused to accept the distance. He simply leaned in and kissed her, and as their lips met, the passion between them ignited naturally.
They gazed into each other's eyes, each conveying a deep, unspoken meaning.
After a long while, Grace's eyes were moist. She turned her face away and said softly, "I'm a bit sore. Let go of me!"
Henry didn't let go of her, but he didn't go further either. He just kissed her very gently. He was slow and tender, as if he had a lifetime to kiss her.
After a long while, he looked at her. "Last night wasn't meaningless, Grace; you were more eager than I was."
Grace blushed. She hesitated, unwilling to admit it. She murmured, "I was drunk! Last night doesn't count."
Henry stared at her. "You're not drunk now. Want to go over it again?"
Seeing he was serious, Grace quickly pushed him away. She sat up and leaned against the headboard. After thinking for a long time, she said, "Henry, we've had sex many times before. One more time or one less time doesn't change much. We're adults, we can't just get back together because of one moment of pleasure, that's too childish!"
Henry deliberately said something harsh, "Casually getting into a man's bed isn't childish?"
Grace didn't fall for it.
She smiled faintly, "Henry, I admit I still have feelings for you, otherwise last night wouldn't have happened. But emotions and sexual needs can be separate, right? You said we don't have anyone around us now, so occasionally hooking up isn't bad, it's good for our health, and there's no moral constraint. Besides, you look good and your skills are good, I don't feel like I lost out."
She looked like a woman accustomed to enjoying herself.
Henry's anger simmered beneath the surface.
He didn't say a word, just leaned back against the headboard, lit a cigarette, and took a couple of slow drags before putting it out. Then he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, his hands wandering.
They'd been at it all night.
He knew she was in pain, but he still held her gently yet firmly. It wasn't just about the physical need; he wanted to possess her. He wouldn't let her close her eyes, making her look at him, even describing her current state of collapse in words.
He knew exactly what she liked, and Grace was driven to the edge by him.
Finally, he held her close, whispering in her ear, "I really want you!"
Sunlight streamed onto the white bed, which creaked under the strain.
It went on and on, and this time, Henry lasted about 40 minutes.
After their passionate encounter, they clung to each other, both sweaty. Henry whispered in Grace's ear, his voice low, "Still dare to say you don't have feelings for me? Still dare to say it's just physical?"
Grace panted, slowly calming down.
After a while, she said softly, "You didn't use any condoms last night! Go buy me some pills."
Henry didn't mind having another child; he could afford it.
But he remembered that the medication he had been taking recently wasn't suitable for fathering children, so he agreed. However, he recalled that Grace felt uncomfortable taking such pills.
Henry, being in the pharmaceutical business, knew all about medications.
He got up and dressed, his voice gentle, "I'll go buy the pills. It might take a while, so get some sleep."
Grace was utterly exhausted and pulled a thin blanket over herself.
Henry went downstairs, drove back to the Montague Group, and grabbed the contraceptive pills developed by the company, the kind with the least side effects. By the time he returned to the hotel, it was nearly noon.
He swiped open the door, and inside the suite, it was quiet, with a faint masculine scent lingering in the air.
Grace was still asleep, probably too tired to notice Henry's return.
Henry didn't wake her. He sat by the bed, gently touching her face with the back of his hand. Grace felt a tickle on her face and slowly woke up.
Opening her eyes, she saw Henry, his eyes filled with unhidden tenderness and affection.
They looked at each other for a long time. Henry gently pinched her cheek, his voice slightly hoarse. "Next time, I'll use protection! Last night was too intense; I'm sorry that I I forgot."
Grace leaned against the headboard, watching him.
After a while, she smiled faintly. "Henry, you're suddenly so considerate. I'm not used to it."
Henry gave her a deep look, then got up to pour her some water and brought her some breakfast. "Eat something before taking the pill; it'll be easier on your stomach."
"No need! I'm not that delicate," Grace said, but her gaze froze when she saw the pills in her hand, developed by the Montague Group. It reminded her of the early years of their marriage when he always forced her to take contraceptives, also from the Montague Group.
Henry noticed her thoughts and gently patted her head, coaxing her as he would Taylor, "You just said you're not delicate. What's wrong?"
Grace didn't want to bring up the past. She swiftly swallowed the pill, which was very bitter.
She was dazed for a long time, a bit lost. "Henry, I've said it before, we're done! About the past, I won't bring it up again."
Henry's gaze was deep. "What about the future?"
Grace hadn't spoken yet when he took out a tube of ointment from his suit pocket. Grace easily recognized it as a healing ointment.
They both knew where she was hurt from last night's intensity.
Grace didn't want to comply. She turned her face away, looking at the sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and said softly, "I'm not in pain! There's no need for ointment."
Henry lifted the blanket, pulling her to sit sideways on his lap. She was only wearing a thin bathrobe, which didn't cover much.
Henry's hands were skillful, taking care of her all over.. The warmth of the ointment on his fingertips was comforting.
But Grace felt like she was burning from the inside out, trembling all over. She had to bite her lip tightly to avoid making shameful sounds.
Henry, however, kept teasing her. "Feels good? Or is it that you're getting older and your needs are increasing? You say you don't want to be with me, but what will you do when you want to have sex? Who else can satisfy you like I do?"
'He is truly shameless!' Grace thought, then retorted, "There are plenty of men in the world!"