Hey guys! Sorry my uploads have slowed down. I'm in grad school and just started my internship so my free time has definitely dwindled! But I'm still working on the multi chapter story from chapter one! It will be coming soon I promise! But anyway, the kids are gone doing various activities in this story so our favorite couple has the house to themselves for a few hours. Definitely not my best work, the beginning and end is probably what saved this whole thing but it was requested for Elizabeth to be in control, so, Enjoy! Please comment and review, I love hearing everyone's thoughts, it keeps me motivated to write. And as always, I didn't edit this mess.
Henry had been gone for two weeks on his mission with SAD and for him, it had been too long. He was only able to talk to his wife a few times, mostly just a quick check in before they both had to go or one of the kids stole the phone. He started missing her presence and their conversations during week one. Halfway through this week though, his missing of her presence turned into an overwhelming need to hold her body, having to relieve himself at night in the shower so he could sleep and focus. He hated how his hand couldn't fully satisfy him, wanting to just be back in Elizabeth's arms and have her delicate fingers be the reason for his undoing. It was his last day here though and as he boarded the plane, he learned that he wouldn't be going straight back home, but instead to his office for a meeting. He grumbled internally, sending Elizabeth a text. She returned the message with a sad face.
Back home, Elizabeth was just as frustrated. Not only did she miss Henry, but her job hadn't given her nearly enough free time to do anything, let alone release some of the tension her body was harboring. She had been looking forward to Henry coming straight home and silently cursed his job for keeping him so long. She couldn't remember how she used to deal with him being gone for months at a time while he was in the marines. But she had built up a plan, and she was just about to put it into motion.
When Henry arrived to his office, he learned that the meeting had been pushed back an hour. It didn't give him enough room to go home and be back in time so he decided to just shut his office door and sulk and try for a nap. After 30 minutes of awkwardly lying in his uncomfortable chair, he gave up. He wanted to call Elizabeth, hear the voice he missed so much come through the speaker of his phone. He glanced at the clock, thinking that she should be home by now and finished with dinner so he decided he would call and maybe actually have a conversation with her for the first time in weeks. When he picked up his phone he received an email, dragging his hopes down.
When he clicked his mailbox, he it was from his wife, the subject line: only open if you're alone. He was confused at first, looking around his small office deciding he was sufficiently alone and clicked to open it.
I found something in my drawer today, I thought you'd want to see it. I put it on and then ended up getting a little carried away…
He read those suspicious words over and over, suddenly realizing why she had told him to open it when he was alone. He could feel his pent up energy already building, making him shift himself in his pants. Then he saw that there were pictures attached to the message. He eagerly clicked on the first one, wanting to see the story it held. It was of her, smiling with her short blonde hair in a particularly well planned mess, her hand partially covering her mouth that seemed to me in a mid-laugh. Her crystal blue eyes were squinting, showing just the right amount of sparkle and spunk. Henry smiled widely, looking at how breathtakingly beautiful she was before clicking the next one.
This one was only half her face this time, strategically showing just her mouth as she had her thumb on her lower lip, bringing it down slightly to show her bottom teeth with the tip of tongue touching the top of teeth. He could see her slender, kissable neck, and what looked like to be a black strap sitting delicately on her shoulder. He clicked to the next one, clearing his throat as the thoughts of her began to swirl in his mind uncontrollably. She had her hand gently lying on her throat, stretching her long neck as her blond hair fell more to the left, knowing she was cocking her head to the side in order to get the best angle for him. He grazed down the skin she showed, swearing that if he looked hard enough, he could see her heart pumping at his favorite pulse point, the one that drove her crazy. When he finished ogling her neck, his eyes darted to the bottom, seeing how Elizabeth was finally showing off the top of her chest. She had dawned on the favorite sheer black negligee he loved seeing on her. It had been awhile since she brought it out, usual for a special occasion such as a birthday or celebration for one of his books. He still couldn't believe how amazingly sexy she looked in it, wanting to just jump through the pictures and rip it off of her to reveal what was underneath.
He groaned, knowing the pictures were only going to get more aggressively suggesting, more revealing or sexually teasing. His cock now semi-hard from the view he was seeing, a part of him wishing he never opened it in the office in the first place. He hadn't truly realized what he was getting himself into, but was too far gone at this point, once again shifting himself to get a little more comfortable. There were two more photos left, taunting him as he hovered over the next photo. He suddenly noticed a video he didn't see earlier, knowing damn well that that was most likely going to be the end of him. He took a breath, deciding his fate.
The next photo had her arm covering her breasts, her hand gingerly on her shoulder as she bit her lip on one side, smiling. The shoulder her hand was resting on was tilted forward, showing him that she knew she was being a tease and that she was loving it. He also knew she was laying down in this one, her still messy blonde hair flat around her as she laid on top of their comforter. Henry once again cleared his throat, completely repositioning himself in the chair, beginning to breathe harder as he clicked the final photo. It was just her face again, the tip of her middle finger in her mouth as her tongue licked it. Her eyes were open, their light blue color now dark with arousal. She looked like she was in mid-moan as she licked herself, the amazing sound echoing through his memory.
He put his phone down, taking a movement to remove his glasses and rub his face. She had succeeded in teasing him to the point that he had a full erection, his cock pressing up against the fabric containing it. He glanced at the clock, seeing he had 20 minutes before the meeting started. He sat there debating on whether he should watch the video or not when he got a text from her. He placed his glasses back on and picked up the phone.
Hope you got my email… the video is my favorite. Come home soon! XO
He verbally let out a groan, deciding he had to see this video now. He opened the email back up and clicked it, seeing their shower with steam filling the air, hearing the water pelting down on the tile floor. Elizabeth appeared suddenly, smiling. She ran her thumb over her lower lip before licking it slowly, not making eye contact with the camera. When she finally did look at it, she bit her lip as she lightly traced her hand down her neck, her fingertips dancing across her skin, tapping seductively on the spot they both loved to give attention before smirking with a wink and backing up. Henry hadn't realized the shower was on and placed perfectly in the middle of the small room instead of its usual slightly angled to the wall position. He saw his perfect nude wife disappear under the water as she smiled, face directly in the stream. She ran her hands through her hair as the warm water soaked her, running down her face, cascading her body as he watched the droplets flow over her perky mounds. Her hand then began to move down her body, touching her neck, glazing over the valley of her breasts and down her stomach, finally reaching her center. She wasted no time in pushing her fingers through her folds, then dipping one of them inside her entrance as she let out a loud, needy moan. Her free hand went to steady herself, leaning against the wall so she didn't fall, her legs opening up as she pumped her finger in and out of her. She stayed like that for 30 seconds, her moans growing louder and more urgent, the sounds filling his mind and soul as he knew she was going to come undone before him, when she stopped, removing her hand.
He held his breath in amazement as she moved back to the camera, face flushed, and picked it up. She slowly moved it down her body, tracing her skin with her middle finger all the way down to her dripping to her center for him. She carefully lifted a leg up and out of the way, letting him see how she touched her clit, circling the bud before sticking her fingers back inside. She moaned loudly, hips bucking forward and then took her fingers out, showing him her juices covering the long digits. She brought her fingers and camera back up to her face, sticking her tongue out and licking the wetness before sucking them clean completely, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she moaned. Her thumb went back to her lip as she looked directly at the camera breathing rapidly. She smiled wickedly and winked at him, her eyes daring him before she stopped it.
When it was over, Henry sat in his chair, effectively turned on and frustrated. He quickly glanced around the room again, making sure he was certainly alone and then played the video again. He rubbed himself through his pants, his erection pulsing. Once he finished it the second time, he scrolled up to the picture of her hand on her neck, using his free hand to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Just as he was about to reach for his cock, there was a knock at the door and a voice telling him they were ready for the meeting. He stopped what he was doing, his brain suddenly misfiring. "Okay!" He yelled back. "I'm in the middle of sending an email, be there in five!" He quickly closed the email and put his phone down, trying to think of anything but his wife as he rezipped and rebuckled, hoping he could get rid of his erection quickly. He also hoped the meeting would be quick as well, knowing exactly what was waiting for him when he got home.
When he walked in, the house was quiet. When he called Elizabeth after the meeting to let her know he was on his way, she had told him the kids were gone so they had the house to themselves. He dropped his stuff by his desk, took off his shoes, and headed directly upstairs. As he walked into their bedroom, his jaw dropped. Elizabeth was perched on the bench in front of their bed, his favorite negligee hugging her in all the right places as she leaned back, her hands supporting her on the bed behind her with her right leg crossed over her left. Her blonde hair had been mussed to perfection and she had very little makeup on, letting him see her natural beauty as she smirked at him.
Elizabeth watched as he visibly swallowed. He could see the fire in her eyes. The one he came to know and love. The one that told him she was in charge. He didn't dare move, as he knew the game started as soon as he stepped through the door. It might have even started when he opened the email.
She stood up, walking over to him and looked him up and down, still smirking. "Stoplight?" She asked, already establishing their trusted safety system.
"Green." He responded, feeling himself growing at a fast pace as he shifted slightly.
Elizabeth smiled softly, letting them take that moment of connection before donning her dominant character. She gave him a quick kiss and then backed up, leaning her body weight on one leg, hip jutting out, and crossing her arms over her chest, eyes narrowed. "Strip to your boxers."
He did as he was told, fumbling with his clothes as he tried to quickly rid himself of the fabric, tossing it to the side. Once he was standing in front of her only wearing his plaid boxers, she walked back up to him and turned around, pressing her behind up against him. She heard him moan as she pushed her hips in a circular motion against his growing bulge. She reached for his hands, placing them on her hips so he could help guide her as she grinded, her own heart picking up speed just from the fact that he was home and within reach. Elizabeth reached her hands up and in his hair, arching her back to put more effort into her hip movements, making him let out a strangled gasp at the new sensation. His hips were following hers as he pulled her into him, desperately wanting to feel more of her.
"Did you like that email I sent you?" She asked, her voice low and husky.
"Yes." He responded in a growl, turning his face into her neck, his teeth grazing on her skin.
If this was any other time, she would have scolded him for making such a bold move. But they hadn't seen each other in weeks, and she too had pent up longing and sexual desire that was bubbling to the surface, making it hard for her to focus on teasing him like she originally wanted to. She let him bite and kiss her neck, moving her head to give him more area to work with as the attention was creating a pool between her legs, soaking her panties.
"Did you touch yourself?" She breathed out a moan, pulling more on his hair as his left arm moved from her hip to wrap around her waist, holding her impossibly closer.
"I wanted to." He responded.
She pouted a little, knowing that meant he didn't. "Why didn't you? That was some good stuff I sent. I felt like I was back in my prime!"
He grazed his teeth over the most sensitive spot in her neck, making her moan loudly as her eyes fluttered closed. She was giving him free range and he was taking it greedily. "You're always in your prime." He felt her respond to his words by slower her hips, making them more pronounced, drawing another groan from him. He was getting harder, and the fabric of his boxers were starting to strain, giving him more sensation as she rubbed him with her perfect ass. "But I was in the office. I couldn't just… you know."
She abruptly moved away from him, untangling their limbs as she turned around and once again took him in. She smirked at how flushed he already was, breathing heavily as his eyes darkened, looking at the masterpiece before him. She knew he wanted to touch her, but he didn't dare step forward. Elizabeth had already given him more than she planned, allowing him to touch her and kiss her because she selfishly wanted to feel him on her skin. But now it was back to business. She pointed to the bench as she collected her running, dirty thoughts, and watched him pad his way over to the seat.
Once he was sitting down, she moved over to him, placing a hand on each shoulder and gave him a look that told him not to touch her. He responded by shoving his hands behind his back, his erection throbbing in anticipation of what was next. Elizabeth smiled, took her first finger and placed it under his chin, lifting his head up to look directly in her eyes. "But you wanted to, didn't you?" She moved closer to her, her lips parted slightly as she breathed on his face, making him shiver. He wanted to kiss her, he needed to kiss her, but he knew if he moved he wouldn't get what was coming next. "You wanted to touch yourself so badly, didn't you, baby?" Her words whispered against his mouth, fooling him into thinking she was actually going to kiss him before she moved away again.
Henry knew this game of hers well. He knew he had to keep talking, keep establishing that she was in control. "You have no idea how much I wanted to. And I almost did, but I got called into a meeting."
She rewarded him by turning around and sitting down in his lap, her hips automatically grinding down on him. Henry's hands turned into fists behind his back, using all of his power to keep them from holding onto her hips again.
"Green?" She breathed, checking in with him.
"Green." He could feel her wetness seeping through to his boxers, his lungs taking in heaps of air as he felt her grind against him, driving him insane. He knew he needed to keep pushing through. "You were so sexy in those pictures. That video about put me over the top. I watched it twice."
Elizabeth smiled, moving her hips in a circular motion, giving him a different sensation, loving how he groaned, hips twitching as he tried to thrust up into her. "Watched it twice without touching yourself? Well, that certainly is self control…"
Henry groaned again, his head falling back as he took in what she was doing. It felt good to have her ass pressed up against him but it wasn't the right feeling. He wasn't getting as turned on as he wanted to be for her. He needed it to be different, he needed to move her into a better position that would benefit them both. "Yellow." He breathed, his voice showing how defeated he was.
She heard his sad voice, stopping her hips. She looked over her shoulder at him. "What do you need?" She said it with love, knowing he didn't just say yellow for the heck of it.
"To guide you."
Elizabeth nodded, standing up so he could get his hands back. He scooted himself closer to the edge of the seat and and spread his legs wider, reaching for her. Henry positioned his wife between his legs, using his hands on her hips to put her exactly where he liked her and then pushed gently on her hips. She let her body go lose, eager to learn how he wanted to be grinded on best. Once he settled on a back and forth motion, he ran his hand up her back and gently pushed her torso down, her hands automatically going to rest on his knees. He moaned when she put more pressure on him, telling her it was good. "Green."
She pushed against him, letting him use his hands to guide the way she used her hips. They both knew she was still in charge, as she could stop what she was doing and just walk away completely. But she loved the feel of his bulge under her, knowing it was her that caused his cock to react this way spurred her on more, quickening the pace. Henry grunted, his fingers digging into her skin to keep her in place as she moved. Once she could no longer catch her breath, she stood up, smacking his hands away when he tried to pull her back down.
Elizabeth turned around, leaning down quickly to capture his lips, moaning into the kiss. She wanted to just sit back down on his lap and kiss him until she couldn't feel her lips, but she had a goal to reach. So she shooed him away, using her hand to tell him to stand up as she went over to her nightstand, pulling open the bottom drawer. After rummaging around, she found it, pulling it out for him to see as she went back to him.
"I'm going to cum twice before you even think about cumming. Got it?" He nodded quickly, watching wide-eyed as she turned the vibrator on, sat on the edge of the bed, and placed it on her clit. She immediately began moaning, already feeling her release just around the corner. She opened her eyes to look at her husband, seeing the desperation in his eyes, seeing how badly he wanted to touch her. "Come here." She said, standing up again and turning around.
Henry did as he was told, going directly to her as he waited for his next command, still not touching her.
"Dry hump me." She said, sandwiching the vibrator between her and the bed as he immediately stepped up behind her and began grinding himself into her. With every thrust of his hips as he humped her, it pushed her clit against the vibrating toy, making her cry out. "Faster."
He obeyed, leaning down on top of her as he breathed heavily in her ear, giving her exactly what she wanted as she came. It was rushed, full of pent up energy she hadn't been able to release in two weeks, flooding her body until she couldn't see straight.
When she got her senses back she started wiggling out of her panties, Henry following quickly after her. He didn't need to be told what to do next, angling himself and pushing directly into her center as they both moaned. "Oh fuck." He said, feeling her walls surround him finally. "Fuck you feel so good." He began thrusting, standing back up to give himself the best chance at hitting her g-spot deep inside her.
Elizabeth leaned up into her forearms, biting her lower lip as she felt her husband moving in and out of her, the vibrator still going on her sensitive area. "Fuck me like you mean it." She said, bracing herself on the bed. "Fuck me like you haven't fucked me in ten years. Mark me. Make me yours." She knew those words would get him going, saving them for special occasions such as this one.
Henry heard the words and smiled, slowing his pace to a mere soft movement, making her moan in frustration and reach behind her to grab at him. He let her try to get his skin for a minute before slamming back inside her, holding her hips down as he bucked widely. He grunted as he pounded her, hearing himself slap her ass with his balls, her loud moans of pleasure filling the air until she came. Her walls pulled around his cock, her body twitching on the bed as she screamed his name. As much as he wanted to continue her pleasure, he had to pull out, not wanting to cum until she said he could, as he knew they were still playing the game.
When Elizabeth finally felt like she could breathe again, she removed the vibrator, turned it off and then threw it across the bed. Her weak limbs carried her up to the center of bed as she flipped onto her back and gasped for air. She took a few minutes to acquaint herself with her surroundings again, lifting her torso up on one arm to look for Henry. He was next to the bed, eyes closed as he concentrated, successfully removing himself from the edge of climax.
"Henry?" Elizabeth whispered, her voice full of concern. "Did I push you too far?"
Henry opened his eyes and then moved toward her, casually laying down on top of her as she welcomed him into her embrace. He kissed her, his passion leaving her completely breathless. "No, you didn't. I was just following orders."
"Henry…" she looked at him with sadness in her eyes. "If I stopped you from enjoying yourself, I-"
He kissed her again, effectively getting her to shut up. His lips then began to travel all over her face, making her laugh as she began to relax. "I enjoyed myself, babe. I just want to cum when you tell me to."
Elizabeth looked into his eyes, seeing his sincerity. Even when it felt like she wasn't in control, she knew she was always in control. She always had a say in what they did just as much as he does. The give and take in their relationship that established them as equals was what allows them to experiment and have fun in the bedroom. She smiled, letting her legs fall apart so he could settle in between her hips like he had a thousand times before. "Then fuck me so I can tell you when to cum."
Henry wasted no time in lining himself back up and thrusting into his wife, lifting himself onto his hands as he created a pace for them. He looked down at his wife, seeing her eyes closed and mouth open, moans spilling out from her, her lingerie covering her skin in the most sexy way he could think of, and fell in love all over again. He reeled in her hands roaming his body, the feel of her legs wrapping around his waist to keep him where he was. He settled his torso down on top of hers again, changing his thrusting to a rolling movement, using his hips angle his cock to hit her g-spot perfectly.
Her hips began to buck, matching his rhythm as her nails dig into his skin. She kissed him with passion, breaking the kisses frequently to breathe. When her kisses began to get sloppy, she stopped, focusing on the sensation that was beginning to erupt from deep in her stomach.
"I'm close." She whispered, tightening the grip her legs had on Henry's waist, wanting to hold it in as long as possible.
Henry shoved his face into her neck, breathing hard as he grunted, hips still giving his wife her favorite rolling movements. "Cum for me, Elizabeth."
She dug her nails into his back even more, refusing. "No."
He growled frustratingly. "Do you want me to cum for you?"
Her body began to twitch as she tried her best to hold her orgasm in. "Yes." She breathed, knowing she was going to lose her battle soon.
"Then you need to cum for me." He thrusted into her harder, making each movement pointed as the force made the bed creek. "Cum for me." He commanded, giving her once last final thrust.
Elizabeth finally let go, falling into the abyss of pleasure Henry threw her into. She could feel it in every cell of her body, her nerve endings screaming as her muscles stiffened, back arched, toes curled, crying out his name in a plead. When her soul finally slammed back into her body she felt Henry thrusting into her quickly, his groans fast in her ear until he stopped. He thrusted into her harshly, sending another pleasurable jolt through her already pulsing body as he began shooting his seed into her. With each thrust of his hips, he grunted, sending her spiraling down into ecstasy even more.
When he finally felt that he was empty, he stopped moving, both of them panting as they laid connected, holding each other close. Elizabeth was still twitching when he pulled out, letting her do her routine of heading to the bathroom to pee and clean herself up. In all the years they had been together, not once did she skip the vital bathroom part, Henry forcing her to do it each time he came inside her, even if it was multiple times in one day.
As she clumsily made her way back into bed, he held his arms out as she fell into him, body limp from exhaustion. He knew her pleasure was still coursing through her veins, her heart thumping loudly in her chest as she snuggled into him. At some point, he figured she had fallen asleep, carefully moving the messed up sheets up and around her body as she stirred.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He said, kissing her still sweaty forehead.
"You didn't. I was just enjoying you." She moved her leg to hook over his, moving her entire body closer to him as she kissed. "I've really missed you."
"I missed you too, babe."
"And not just because of the sex. Although that was amazing." Henry chuckled, breathing her in. "I just… hate when one of us has to go away for such a long time. I hated it when you were in the marines and I hate it now. I feel like a part of me is missing when you're gone."
Henry smiled, squeezing her close to him. "I'm only ever whole when you're in my arms. You're the only one for me, Elizabeth."
She looked up at him sleepily, kissing him a few times gently, her hands running up and down his chest. She wanted to rememorize his muscles, his heart beat, his essence, knowing that he was hers completely for the end of time just as much as she was his. "I love you, Henry." She felt a small tear roll down her cheek as she kissed him again, his hand quick to gently wipe it away.
"I love you, too, Elizabeth." He didn't comment on her tear, knowing it was the only way her body could release some of the emotion that was pent up inside her. "Remind me to never take a two week job ever again. I need you in my arms at least four times a week."
She laughed, nuzzling her nose into his neck. "Only if you remind me of the same." Henry sighed, his eyes beginning to get droopy as Elizabeth yawned, their intense love making expelling the energy from them both. "Can we just stay here for a bit and take a nap before the kids come home and demand all of your attention."
"Of course, babe." He yawned. "Especially since we'll need our strength for round two tonight. Two weeks is just too long for me."
"You really think you have a round two in you?" She teased.
"All I have to do is think of that top secret email I received and I'm ready to go whenever you tell me to." Elizabeth chuckled, suddenly slightly embarrassed she sent it in the first place. She had no idea where it came from, but she was glad she went through with it.
She playfully grazed her teeth on his neck, making him growl in response before both of them let sleep take them.