She's trying to kill him. That's all he can think. He's on a plane traveling across the Atlantic Ocean. And he will die. It started innocently—a completely innocuous text.
Elizabeth: Hey Babe! On your way home yet?
Henry: Yep, should see you in 8 hours, sweetheart
See innocent, but then not even thirty seconds later.
Elizabeth: I missed you this week…
Elizabeth: Like…
Elizabeth: a lot…
Then a picture came through. A selfie, her blonde hair spread over her pillow. Her silk blouse unbuttoned just enough for her cleavage to poke through the top of her black lacey bra (his favorite one, he noticed), just visible. Her bottom lip is gently sucked in beneath her teeth. Her eyes peered at him through his phone screen. It's her come and take me look. He knows it well, having been on the receiving end of that look more times than he can count. But she can't possibly be doing this right now. Not while he's on a fully packed plane with 8 hours left to Dulles.
Henry: I missed you, too. I can't wait to be home with you ;)
He hopes that stops this—a subtle promise to take her the way she wants as soon as he walks in the door. But something tells him it won't, as he watches the three dots appear. He slams his phone against his chest to cover the screen when it pops into view. He brings the phone back away from his chest a tad and turns the brightness all the way down. Then, he takes a second look at the picture: this time, no face, only boobs. Still covered by her bra, she is cupping one of them with her hand. Her nipples are noticeably hard through the fabric. Jesus, she's trying to kill him, and he tells her so.
Henry: Are you trying to kill me?
Elizabeth: *shrug emoji*
And another picture. Bare breasts, her necklace falling perfectly between them. He thanks God for this business class window seat that allows him to cross his legs and turn into the wall of the plane. He hopes no one can see his phone screen or notice that he's half-hard in his pants.
Elizabeth: Green or purple?
He's confused at the seemingly abrupt change of subject. But he will play her game. It's not like he has anything better to do.
Henry: Purple.
Elizabeth: Good choice :)
Ninety seconds later… A video. He puts in his airpods and waits for them to connect. He presses play. He's greeted by Elizabeth running her tongue up the shaft of her favorite purple rabbit-style vibrator. She swirls her tongue around the tip and then winks at the camera. He sits back farther in the seat, trying to make his pants feel less tight. It's not working as flashes of Elizabeth sucking his cock run through his head. And then, as if she knew exactly where his mind would go, a new video appears in their chat. She takes the vibrator into her mouth, sucking her cheeks hollow as she slowly pulls it back out. It releases with a pop. She smiles at him. "Dead yet?" Her voice is low and sultry.
Henry: Yes.
Henry: God, I want to be with you so bad right now.
A voice memo. "I want you here too. I'm so turned on. God, Henry, I'm so wet." He can clearly see her in his head, running her hands over her body. Her hands are pinching her nipples. Her fingers most likely are circling her clit hard and desperate. Sliding her favorite toy inside of herself. He knows the way her back would arch—the sounds she would make.
Now, a photo. Her panties (lacey and red) are pulled down and resting on her thighs. This stops short of what he would call a money shot. But it's doing the job nonetheless. He knows what she looks like. Every part of her committed to his memory. God, what he wouldn't give to be able to taste her right now. He feels like a teenager—getting worked up over the simplest of things. But God, his wife is hot. And being on this plane, a place so visible to other people. It's hot, too.
And then another voice memo. "What would you do if you were here?" Her breathing is heavier now, but he can tell that she hasn't really started touching herself yet. She's working herself up, playing this game with him. He wants to call her to talk her through it. They are really good at phone sex, but they don't sext much. But here he is on a crowded plane, and the option to call her is not available.
Henry: I would kiss my way up your thigh. Starting at the knee, I would leave a trail of kisses until I got to the top. And then, I would take your panties all the way off.
He's surprised when his phone rings. He answers it with a near whisper.
"Hey, babe."
"I know you can't say much. God," She moans, "I need you so bad. I'm playing with my nipples, pulling them, and rolling them between my fingers. God, it feels good." He clears his throat, trying to signal his approval at hearing the arousal in her voice. He pictures her on their bed, spread out, teasing herself, waiting for him. His mind flashes back to the video of her licking the vibrator, and he thinks of the way she would look, sucking his cock, and his breathing speeds up. He hears a faint buzzing on the other side of the line.
"I'm ready to use the toy. Should I start slow?" He hears the buzzing as she holds the toy closer to the phone. It's the speed at which he would start it if he were using it on her. He likes to tease her a little and edge her to a powerful orgasm. They really only use toys together when she's looking to relinquish a bit of control and be a little submissive. It's usually after a particularly stressful day when she has to make too many decisions or be too powerful at work. They don't have to always fall into those roles, but there is a certain level of trust and comfort that comes from letting go and giving up control.
"Yes," Henry tells her. He hears her gasp and moans into the phone. He knows she's working the toy into herself nice and slow. A little in and then a little out. A little more on the next thrust. Her breathing is getting heavier. She's letting out soft moans on her exhales. The sounds are quiet, but the effect on his body is not. His erection is full, straining against the zipper of his jeans. He shifts, trying to give himself some space.
"Oh God, this feels so good." Her voice is light and carefree, as it often is during sex.
"Sounds fun, babe." He says. He has no idea what else to say.
He hears her laugh. God, he loves her laugh. He can picture her lying on their bed, head thrown back. Her mouth is open, and she is giggling.
"It is, but I want more. Please, I want more." She whines. He can picture the pout that most likely adorns her face. And, oh, does he want to give her more? He would love to give her more.
"I know, baby. I wish I could give you more." He whispers into the phone, careful not to draw attention to himself, "Turn it up just a little." He can hear one click of the button and a louder moan. "That's my girl." He encourages her.
"Fuck," she curses, "Oh, God, Henry," she pants a little. He pictures her, thrusting her hips up, forcing the toy deeper. Eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in ecstasy. He listens to her go for about five agonizingly slow minutes. Trying to think about something else, trying to make himself soften at least a little. She doesn't even need to be here to have this kind of power over him.
"Can I have more? I need more." She finally asks with a whine in her voice. He thinks about her lying there, waiting for his answer. The vibrator is most likely still humming away inside of her.
"Mmm. I don't know." He teases with a smile on his face. He can hear her breathing speed up a little, and he knows she is close. It wouldn't take much for her to come. He wonders if she will or if she is holding off, waiting for his permission.
"Take as much as you need." There are three more clicks. He knows her back is arching off the bed. Her free hand is probably on her breast, playing with her nipple. She most likely has the rabbit ears pressed as firmly against her clit as she can. And, oh, does he want to give it all to her. He could practically feel the way her thighs would squeeze his sides.
He can hear her breaths coming in quick pants, and he knows she is on the verge.
"I need to come, Henry. Please let me come." She asks him, wanting his permission. His theory of a rough day is confirmed. She wants him to take the lead, to give her permission to let go.
"You can." He says, and it is the last thing he can hear before the phone is dropped, and he can hear nothing but a keening moan. Henry knows her body is stiff. Her hips are grinding against the toy. Her knuckles are white from squeezing the sheets, riding out her orgasm. He counts the seconds, waiting for her to come down. After 20 seconds, her breath begins to slow. He can hear the buzzing return, and he knows she's removed the toy. She's really sensitive after she comes like that. He can picture her running her fingertips through her folds—a gentle caress: a way to prolong the high, a way to stay in the moment a little longer. He hears a soft sigh and the phone being picked up.
"Henry, that was so good. Thank you." She sounds relaxed. If they were together, he would pull her into his arms and cuddle her close. Kiss her face. Elizabeth is big into cuddling after sex, and so is Henry. Even though this isn't nearly anywhere as kinky as they can get, he wants to be there to hold her now.
"That should've killed an hour of your flight." There's humor in her voice now.
"A good way to do it." He smiles.
"I'll be waiting for you. I want to play when you get home." Her voice is teasing. He returns to full attention and almost lets out a groan. "I'll take care of you." She adds. He wishes he could take care of himself, but that would require walking all the way to the bathroom with a full hard-on. And he has too much pride to do that.
"I'm going to hold you to that. You should get a nap in." He tells her, letting his rarely used but well-practiced dom voice slip through a little.
"I will. I love you, Captain." She tells him.
"Love you, too." And then the phone call ends.
Then, he receives one more text.
Elizabeth: 7 Hours ;)
…X…X…X…
Seven and a half hours later, Henry is walking into their Georgetown home. It's 10 AM, and he knows the kids should all be gone. He wonders if she waited for him or if she went to work—his phone dings.
Elizabeth: I'm upstairs, called in sick ;)
He wastes no time, practically running up the stairs and into their room. He stops. She's still trying to kill him. She's wearing her blue teddy and black thigh-high nylons. Her hair is down, and she doesn't have any makeup on. She's kneeling before him, her butt resting on her heels, hands resting palm up on her thighs. She's looking at him expectantly. She's in full submissive mode.
This must have been what she meant by I want to play when you get home. It's been a while since they've done this, since before she was the Secretary of State. This dynamic has been welcomed in their bedroom from time to time. It's something Elizabeth brought up after 9/11 when Jason was small, and she was working 60-hour weeks. She just wanted him to take control of everything. For a little while, she didn't have to make decisions—or think about terrorism or war. She didn't have to be a mother. He just gave her pleasure.
"Rough day yesterday?" He kneels before her, testing her headspace. He wants to make sure she's okay before they start. He knows how important communication is before and during the scene.
She nods her head, and he runs his fingers through her hair.
"You know you can always come to me, and we can talk it out." She nods again, and he leans forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"Yes, it was a very bad day. I don't want to think today. I want you to take me." She looks him in the eye. She trusts him implicitly. She always has. He's her husband, her best friend. He knows her. He knows her limits. But most importantly, he knows how to make her feel good.
He kisses her gently, a simple kiss between husband and wife, not yet between sub and dom.
"What's the the safeword?" He asks her before standing. Like all things between the two of them, they had read up on the subject extensively and researched the various ways to play before ever playing with power at all. The one thing that is most important to Henry is never pushing limits. He wants her to be comfortable and for their power dynamics to remain loving and trusting.
"Red." She answers. He nods. He's a big fan of the traffic light system, and he's glad that she is, too. He stands towering over her for a moment, getting himself in the proper headspace. It usually takes him a second or two to transition, but he always makes sure that she is ready before they begin. Playing has always been more for her than for him. But he does love what it does to her.
He sits in the chair at the end of the bed, and she looks up at him expectantly. He stares down at her for a moment, taking in her appearance. The way her hair falls over her shoulders, the way the lace of her teddy is stretched over her breasts, the curve of her hips. He gathers himself, putting on his Dom persona. It's an interesting dynamic that he's had with Elizabeth. He is, by nature, a service dom. He gets great pleasure out of making his wife feel good, and he enjoys the release he feels when he makes her come so hard she loses her mind. But with the power exchange, sometimes she needs him to take a different approach. She needs him to be controlling and dominating. It's not what he normally is. But he's willing to step outside his comfort zone for her. And he loves watching all her tension unravel and seeing the smile on her face after she has been well-pleasured.
"Don't move." He commands, fully coming into the game.
"Yes, captain." She replies.
He walks into their closet and retrieves the black locked trunk that lives in the corner of his side. It has barely been unpacked from their move here two years ago. They did put two items in her bedside table drawer: the green bullet and the purple rabbit.
He sets up his space as Elizabeth waits, kneeling in the center of the room at the foot of their bed, facing the door. He takes his time tying the ropes to the metal rings placed on their head and footboards for these very occasions. He makes sure the knots are safe. He spent a lot of time learning how to tie her up properly and safely when she first expressed wanting to try it. He ties the wide leather cuffs to the ropes, knowing that she doesn't like bruises, but she does like to pull on the ropes. He strips the bed down to its fitted sheet and lays a waterproof blanket down. He takes care to get it nice and smooth, removing every wrinkle. He places a pillow on the ground by the foot of the bed. It will give him some padding for his knees. He removes all of the current items from his nightstand and places them in the chair next to the bed. Finally, he places lube, various toys, a towel, and wet wipes within easy reach.
He plans to make her as miserable and needy as he was on that plane. He wants her on the edge. He wants her begging. He's going to have fun watching her come undone. But first, he has eight hours of tension that needs to be dealt with. He walks over to her, removing his shirt and kicking off his shoes as he does. He circles her. Once. Twice. And then, when she shivers, he stands in front of her, looking down and meeting her eyes.
"Up to a full kneel," He tells her, guiding her upper body off of her heels by gently pulling on her hair. She looks up at him, arousal in her eyes as she awaits his full orders. He can see that she is already turned on. "Undo my belt and then the button and zipper. Use your teeth." She leans forward. With her hands behind her back, she bites his belt buckle. She pulls the buckle out of the loop and then moves down, undoing the button with her tongue and then using her teeth on the zipper. The way she works it down is not smooth or particularly sexy (other than Elizabeth is always sexy), but he loves the fact that she's meeting the challenge head-on. She's a strong woman. She is capable of doing anything, including undoing a button and zipper with her mouth.
He steps back, and her teeth leave his pants, leaving the button and zipper undone. He pushes them down, leaving his boxers in place. He steps back to her, "Take out my cock." He says. He is not one for course language usually. He feels there are much better ways to express one's self. But when they play like this, sometimes, he can't help it. Elizabeth is the only one who sees this side of him, and he is the only one who sees this side of her. And Elizabeth does love to hear him curse when he is turned on.
"Yes, Captain," She smiles like she's receiving a prize as she removes his fully hard member through the top of his boxers.
"Make me come. And Elizabeth, when I do, you better swallow." He commands her.
She starts with a lick from the underside, moving up his shaft. Her eyes flicker up to his. He is watching her carefully. His hands are balled into fists at his side. She licks her lips and then opens her mouth wide. Taking the head of his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip and sucking hard. He hisses, and his cock twitches. He wants more. She sucks on him for a few minutes, taking him in deeper and deeper with each bob of her head. Her movements are slow and methodical. He puts his hand in her hair, grabbing and pulling slightly. She takes his cue and swallows, allowing him to go farther into her mouth. She gags on him slightly and then relaxes, taking him deeper.
She keeps up a slow pace. She can tell he is holding himself back, trying not to thrust into her mouth. But his hand is still firm in her hair. She likes it. She looks up at him. His head is thrown back in pleasure. She can't help but moan. The vibration around his cock causes him to moan, too. She can't help the smirk that creeps onto her face. She uses her tongue now, roughly teasing the tip of his cock, making him pant.
"That's it, babe, God right there." His head is tilted back now, his eyes are closed, and he's enjoying himself. He looks down at her. She has tears in her eyes from taking him so deep. But she has never looked more beautiful. He thrusts a little bit, needing his release. She takes it, her hands coming up to hold onto his thighs. He is gentle with her, although he knows she could take more. She moans, the vibration sending him over the edge.
"Fuck," he curses as his hips stutter and his knees go weak. His seed shoots down her throat. He looks at her, making sure she swallows it all. She takes all of it, swallowing it down and savoring the taste of him. He pulls out of her mouth and places his softening dick back in his boxers as he catches his breath. He looks down at her and sees the look of lust and arousal written across her face. She wants him, and she wants him now.
He tucks his fingers under her chin and lifts her face to meet his. "Good girl." He tells her. He offers her his hand and helps her to her feet. He kisses her deeply, and she takes his tongue readily into her mouth. He tastes himself, but the needy way she is kissing him is overshadowing that.
His hands run up the outside of her thighs and under her teddy. He smiles into the kiss when he meets her bare ass with his hands. She's not wearing any panties. He's not surprised. He knew that she was waiting for him. She had this all planned. He kneads her flesh, squeezing it in his large hands. He breaks the kiss, and her eyes stay closed. He pulls the teddy over her head, leaving her there naked except for her thigh highs. He takes her in. All these years, her body is absolutely stunning. He doesn't have the chance to admire her body often enough anymore. He rakes his eyes slowly over her, building the tension. He doesn't touch her. He doesn't say a word. He takes her in. Her cheeks are flushed and bright with arousal. Her bright blue eyes are shiny and happy, relaxed through the need to be touched. This is what she wants: the experience. His time and attention. His gaze is heated and focused, taking her in. His hands are itching to touch her, but he's holding himself back. He does this for her. In this game, she is not the most powerful diplomat on the planet. She is a woman who wants love and pleasure. He wants her to know she can have that. He wants her to know he will take care of her.
She watches him, his eyes taking her in. She likes the way he is looking at her. His eyes graze her body like it's the first time he's ever seen it. She feels wanted. Worshipped. Beautiful. Desirable. She doesn't need to ask for anything. She knows that he will give her exactly what she needs.
Henry reaches forward and traces his thumb over her lower lip, "Get on the bed and make an X," he whispers in her ear. His soft voice sends tingles down her spine. He slaps her ass playfully. She follows his command, climbing onto the center of the bed and resting her head on the pillow. Then, she places each of her limbs in their corresponding corners. It takes a tremendous amount of trust to open yourself to another person like this. To surrender, even for a short while, the control you have fought so hard for your entire life. She's done this with Henry and only Henry. She's laid herself bare and opened herself up to him, both literally and figuratively. The things he does for her can only ever be done by him. No one else has the same effect. No one else has her full trust.
Henry takes a moment to observe her. "Color?" He asks her as he picks up a cuff to place on her wrist.
"Green." She answers, her voice strong and unwavering.
"I want you to pull on the ropes as much as you need to." He tells her as he fastens a cuff around her wrist and tightens the ropes so that she is not going anywhere. He walks around the bed, hitting all four corners. He repeats this process with her other wrist and her ankles. Once she is bound and immobile, he takes her in again. The way her back arches and her hips curve. The way her breasts sit full and heavy on her chest, the pink nipples hard and erect.
"Are they too tight?" He asks. He's sure they aren't, but he will never risk not asking. He will never risk losing her trust. He can't. He has to be sure.
She shakes her head, no, and he kisses her forehead. "Verbal response, please."
"No, captain, they aren't too tight." She says. Her breaths are coming faster as her anticipation and excitement build.
"Good. You're a good girl, Elizabeth." He tells her. Her hips involuntarily lift at his words. It is her ultimate weakness to be called a good girl. She likes being praised.
"Do you need another pillow?" He had only left her one. Her back arches higher that way, and truth be told, he loves watching her body contort and stretch. But he wants her to be comfortable. This is the first time they've played in a few years, and he doesn't want to risk injury or pain.
"No, captain." There's a light trace of a smile on her face.
"Very well," He takes another moment to appreciate her. Her breasts bouncing with every breath she takes, her nipples hard. Her pussy is fully visible to him, glistening, swollen, and wanting. "You're beautiful, you know that?" He asks her, bringing a blush to her cheeks.
"Thank you, Captain." She says.
"But you're missing something," Henry smirks, running a finger from her belly button to the top of her pubic bone. Her breath hitches, and her stomach flexes. He chuckles and pulls his hand away. He grabs his first item off of the nightstand. A black scarf. She watches him, lifts her head, and closes her eyes. "Color?"
"Green."
He fits the scarf around her head, covering her eyes securely. He gently leads her head back to its resting position.
"Can you see anything?" He asks her.
"No, captain."
"Good." He says. "Our normal rules stand. You will follow every instruction. You will answer every question verbally. You will call me captain or sir. You will not come without permission. You will thank me when I allow you to come. Finally, you will use the safe word: if you need to stop, I will stop immediately. Understood?" His voice is low and authoritative but filled with love.
"Yes, sir." She says, her heart beating fast with anticipation. The build-up is starting to get to her. She can't see. She can't move. She can only feel and listen. It's thrilling. And it's the ultimate turn-on.
"Good girl," He tells her. He climbs on the bed and straddles her. His lips find her neck, kissing and softly biting. He is careful not to leave any marks. He knows she's not a fan. He kisses down her throat to her chest. He runs his hands over her arms, massaging them and kissing his way to her wrists. She is squirming, enjoying his touch. "Do you want me to kiss you, Elizabeth?"
"Yes." She breathes. He smiles, and his lips land on her, hers hard. It's a hot, messy kiss. He kisses her like he hasn't kissed her in years like he's been starved of her affection, and it has her moaning and pulling on the ropes. He moves his lips to the spot behind her ear and sucks. Her moans fill his ears, and he stops, not wanting to give her too much too soon. She pulls on the ropes, wanting to pull his face back to her neck. He chuckles at her desperation.
"Soon." He tells her gently, and she lets out an exasperated sigh. He reaches over to the nightstand for items number two and three. A gold butt plug, it's her favorite one. In her words, it's smooth and big without being too big. And a bottle of lube. He squeezes some into his hands and begins rubbing the cool liquid over her nipples. He kneads her breasts, massaging the liquid in. She sighs at the sensation.
He gets off of the bed and resettles himself by kneeling on the bench at the foot of their bed. He leans over so his upper body is lying on the bed between her legs. He reaches out with his index finger and runs it gently through her folds, barely providing any pressure. He gets a frustrated grunt in return.
"You're so wet for me, babe." He says in awe of her. It's simply flattering to him. It makes him feel amazing. That he turns her on, that she desires him after all this time. He brings his head closer between her legs. He needs to taste what he's been craving for eight hours. He runs his tongue along her slit, not daring to give her what she wants yet by going through her folds. She groans, her hips lifting to meet him, searching for his touch. "You taste magnificent." He tells her. He's being a tease, but he knows that's how she likes it.
He then opens the bottle of lube, squeezing some out onto his hand. He uses his thumb to start circling her asshole. Her back arches into his touch. This had initially been an accidental discovery. Henry had been giving her a massage one night and had reached lower and lower, his hands kneading and pressing the muscles in her ass. He'd never massaged her there before. But that night, he did. And she loved it.
He continues his slow circles until loud moans fill the room. He smiles as he starts slowly inserting his index finger inside. She gasps as he goes to his first knuckle. He holds it there for a minute, letting her body open to him. She moves her hips, and he takes it as his signal to move. He slowly fucks her ass with his finger moving it deeper with each thrust. Her hips are joining his movements, meeting his rhythm perfectly. Her breathing is erratic, her face flushed.
"You like that, don't you, baby?"
"Yes, sir." She half moans her answer. He removes his finger at her answer and receives another groan, this one more desperate than the last. He takes his time, properly lubing the plug. He wants to bring her body back down. She's right on the edge, and he wants to draw it out. He's been dreaming about this for eight hours. The tip of the plug touches her opening, and she sighs. He moves it, allowing the weight to tease her hole, before placing it where he wants it. It goes in smoothly due to his prep work and the lube. She lets out a surprised gasp, which quickly turns into a satisfied moan.
He crawls up the bed, laying his full body weight on top of her. He feels her heart beating faster than normal in her arousal. She likes the security that comes with being pressed between him and the bed. He takes her lips, kissing her hard and passionately. Their tongues intertwine, dancing together. She tries to kiss him back, but his body is restricting her movement.
He kisses her once, twice, three times before pulling away. "Enjoying yourself?" He asks her as he notices her failure at self-control when she slightly bucks her hips up into his. He runs his nails lightly up her side, producing goosebumps.
She doesn't answer.
"Elizabeth," he says. He can tell she is lost in the sensation of his touches and the lack of sight. She has always been able to lose herself in him when they play like this. "Answer me." He speaks lowly into her ear, his hot breath sending chills down her spine.
"Yes." Her voice is low, and she sounds far away.
"Yes, what?" His voice is a little louder now, trying to bring her back.
"Yes, sir." Her breathless words fill his ears.
"Good girl." He kisses her gently, slowly moving his tongue in sync with hers. He moves from her mouth, quickly moving down her neck to her breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth. He works it gently with his tongue. He switches to the other breast after a few minutes. Her moans start soft and grow louder with every flick of his tongue. Her hips are involuntarily bucking now. He continues, switching breasts every minute or so, waiting for her to say the magic words. He wants her to ask for it. He wants her to be so desperate for him she can no longer contain herself.
He doesn't think it will take long. They have a lot of lost time to make up for.
His free hand comes down, and he starts tracing patterns on the outside of her thigh.
"Fuck! Please, sir?" She finally whines.
"Please, what?" He asks as his mouth moves from her breast.
"May I have more, please, sir?" Her voice is near tears and begging. She is dripping with need, literally. He stops and moves back up, his mouth touching her ear. "Option one or option two?" He whispers in her ear, a callback to her previous question on the plane.
"Two, sir." She says without thinking about it. She doesn't much care what the options consist of as long as it's more.
"Good choice." He tells her, he kisses down her body, and he goes slow, but not too slow. When he's lying between her legs once again, he runs his hand up her inner thighs and parts her lips. He starts with a single slow lick, starting at the bottom of her entrance and going to the top. He doesn't dare touch her clit, not yet. He penetrates her with his tongue a few times before pulling away and swiftly inserting two fingers into her wet heat. Her back arches off the bed, and her arms pull on the ropes. She moans loudly.
"Oh, God, Yes," She yells, as his fingers curl up to massage her gspot. Her brain is white with fuzz. She has no thoughts running through her mind. The pleasure has overtaken her, and she's in a blissful state. It's a gift not to have to think about anything. All she has to do is feel. The plug moves in her with every movement of his fingers, providing her even more pleasure.
He adds his tongue to the mix, licking around her clit, avoiding the bundle of nerves that are throbbing and begging for attention. He can feel her tightening around him. Her body tightens as the ropes hold her open. She's right on the edge. Her moans have become almost screams. His eyes go up, and her face is flushed red.
"Do you want to come, baby?" He asks her. His voice is commanding, and her head falls back as the pleasure takes her over. It's so good. She's almost flying. But it's not enough. She needs more.
"Please, more, sir. Please?" He does not hesitate to give it to her. His thumb works over her clit in fast, small circles. She arches even higher off the bed, gasping for breath, pulling against the ropes, waiting on his command. She needs his command. She can't explain why, but she can't let go until he gives her permission. He watches as a desperate cry escapes her lips, accompanied by a small tear from under the blindfold. He's pushed her as far as he can.
"Come for me, now, Elizabeth." She doesn't need to be told twice. She comes. Hard.
The orgasm is overwhelming. It is pure bliss. She lets out a scream as her back somehow comes even higher off the bed. Her brain is filled with fuzz as her whole body relishes wave after wave. She can't speak. She can't breathe. All she can do is ride it out.
She's sure she's never experienced anything this close to heaven. And it just won't stop. As soon as she thinks she's coming down, it shoots right back up.
He watches in awe, counting the seconds, like he always does when they play this game. He's watching the clear liquid come out of her, smiling at his literal handy work. He's amazed when he hits thirty, and there's no end in sight. He keeps up the work with his hands, giving her all that he can. Taking her as high as her body will allow for however long it will allow it.
Finally, after a solid fifty seconds, her body collapses back to the bed. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, her breath coming out in loud gasps. She is floating. She can't see. And she only hears her blood rushing and her heart pounding. Her thigh muscles clenching to close her legs, but the ropes stop them. He takes his cue, removes his hand quickly, and pulls out the plug. He is quick, not wanting to cause her discomfort. He is gentle, but she still cries out.
It's several more moments before she speaks, "O-o-oh, m-my God." She says, her voice shaking. She swallows thickly and remembers, "Thank you, sir." She lays for a minute, allowing her body to relax and her breathing to completely even out.
"Untie me," Elizabeth asks. Her voice is once again powerful. It's a command, not her seeking permission. She is done. He obeys her command, removing the cuffs first. He is gentle when he does it, wanting to avoid rope burn. He massages the reddened skin and presses soft kisses to the marks left behind. She throws her arms around him, and he holds her close, untying the scarf that still covers her eyes.
"I love you." He tells her softly, cradling her head against his chest. It scares him when she doesn't answer. "Elizabeth, are you okay?" He needs to know if he did something she didn't like or didn't want. His voice is laced with concern, and she looks up at him, a lazy smile on her face.
"I'm amazing." She tells him. She can't remember the last time she felt this good. "I didn't know I could do that." She's amazed at the heights her body took her to this morning. He smiles and kisses her gently, their tongues dancing lazily as their heart rate starts to come down.
"That was incredible, thank you, babe." She tells him, running her fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp, knowing it helps him relax. "Hold me while we nap for a while? I'll tell you about my day yesterday when we clean up later." He nods, kissing her head.
She snuggles closer into him, resting her head on his chest. Her breathing slows, and he thinks she is asleep. He closes his eyes and begins drifting off himself.
"I love you, too, by the way." She tells him, remembering his earlier expression. He holds her tighter against him. They fall asleep holding each other. And it actually is heaven.
…X…X…X…
She's lying on his chest, drawing lazy patterns softly with her fingers. He's still asleep. It amazes her how well he read her body a few hours ago. It still amazes her how pleasurable their love for one another is. He has always made her feel comfortable and safe enough to try new things. And it's never not worth it. When they first got married, other married women would share horror stories with her. Things like My husband doesn't find me attractive anymore, my husband can't make me come, or the worst, in her opinion, my husband doesn't care if I come. It hurt her heart when she first heard those words. She used to sit and hold her breath, waiting for the day Henry would become like those women's husbands. She had waited and waited. But it never happened. And she's glad because sex with him is a blessing. He knows her body. And he is a generous lover.
She remembers her first night with him. The night in her dorm. She remembers how timid he had been that first night. He was soft and experimental. He was much newer to sex than she when they met. After all, her parents died when she was at a precarious age, and well, he was Catholic. But Henry was the first person she had been with who actually gave her an orgasm. She remembers how amazed she was when he actually spent time exploring her with his hands, making sure she was ready for him. She remembers his excitement at her unexpected orgasm when his hand was inside her. She remembers how beautiful he was when he finally slid inside her. He was careful and gentle, making sure he didn't hurt her. She had felt loved and safe, and for the first time, sex meant something to her. That first night with Henry, she finally found out what people meant when they called it making love. She'd always thought the term was stupid and cheesy, but she knew better after him. For them, sex is just that, an extended physical expression of their love. Still, twenty-eight years after that first night, they- still make love, even when they fuck hard. And that is truly the best dichotomy to have in a sex life.
They've spent a lot of time learning together and figuring out what they like and what they don't like. She thinks it's the best thing about only having sex with one person for over twenty-five years. You trust one another and push right up to and sometimes past boundaries together without the fear of being hurt. She thinks that is why it's so easy for her to trust him the way she does. They have spent more than a quarter of a century building that trust.
She's broken away from her thoughts when she feels his hand brushing up her side. He raises goosebumps on her skin with his soft touch. She lifts her head to look at him. He's still lying down, his head against the pillow. But his eyes are open. She presses a soft kiss onto his chest.
"Get some sleep, babe?" He asks her, his voice husky with sleep and probably jet lag.
"Yes, thank you for earlier." She looks up at him. A cocky smile grows on his face. He loves that he can get her off that hard. She trusts him enough to let herself go that much.
"I aim to please." His voice is low and husky, and it sends a shiver down her spine. "And you were exquisite." He adds, as his fingers brush against her hip bone. She rolls her eyes, but she smiles as she blushes.
"So were you." She says, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. As his hand softly grazes over her bare back, her body tenses. Her muscles tighten as her nerves shoot signals to her brain. Her breath catches, and he instantly pulls his hand away. He's always hyper-aware of her.
"I'm sorry, are you sore?"
"Not at all." She looks at the clock and verifies they still have a few hours alone together before the kids get home. She sits up on her knees, straddling his lap. She leans over him, her face only a few inches from his. She runs her nails down his chest, his stomach, and the waistband of his underwear. She bends down and kisses him hard. She leads with her tongue, making him moan into her mouth. He grabs onto her ass with one hand, kneading and massaging it. Her hands continue down his stomach.
"Second wind?" He chuckles at her. She answers him by grinding her hips down against him. He grunts in return. He's hardening under her. She moves her lips down to his neck. He groans as she sucks and bites down.
"Babe," He sighs, running his hands through her hair. He lets her go for a few more moments and then flips them. She lets out a surprised giggle when her back hits the mattress, and his weight comes down on top of her. It's a familiar sensation. A welcome one. , he smiles and kisses her hard as she wraps her arms around his waist. Their tongues move together as his hips grind into hers, his boxers being the only thing that separates them. She moves her hands down his back, scratching gently on her way down. Her hands enter the waistband of his boxers, and she firmly grabs his ass. She uses the leverage to pull him down against her even harder. They both groan at the feeling. She starts sliding them down his legs as he moves his kisses to her neck. He shifts his weight and allows her to remove his boxers completely.
"Elizabeth," he says softly into her ear. His tone is low, and she can hear the lust in it. She knows exactly what he wants. It's what she wants. She doesn't need to say a word. She grabs his semi-hard cock and gives it a few pumps with her hand feeling it comes to full attention.
"Please?" He asks her. He knows it's pointless. They have done this a million times. It is their favorite. He asks for permission anyway because he is a gentleman and he has manners.
"I wanna go for a ride." She whispers into his ear. It's a game they play, a tease. She doesn't wait for an answer. She flips them again and climbs on top. She places a quick kiss on his lips and moves her mouth to his ear. "You're in for it now." She giggles at the end of her sentence, never one to actually be dominant. She kisses his neck. Down his chest. Down his stomach. She licks his happy trail. She reaches his pelvis and kisses it once before licking up his shaft and taking the head in her mouth. He moans. It's soft, but it's there.
She works him for a moment, using her tongue and sucking on the head. Once she's satisfied he's hard enough, she straddles him and slowly sinks into him. He fights the urge to buck into her hard by admiring the view of his cock going inside of her.
"Jesus, Elizabeth." He moans as he bottoms out. His eyes move to her face. She is looking down at him, and his heart melts. The way she looks at him when they are intimate is unlike anything else. Her eyes are hooded and filled with a combination of lust, love, and a few other emotions he can't quite pinpoint.
"Feel good, babe?"
"Yeah," She breathes, Her back arching, breasts on full display. He reaches up and cups them, massaging them and running his thumbs over her nipples.
"Fuck," she moans. "Don't stop." She begs him, moving her hips slightly. He continues his ministrations with his hands. He sits up slightly and takes a nipple in his mouth.
"Oh fuck." She tells him as she starts to fuck him, slow but hard, grinding down with every thrust. Her head falls back. She can't keep her eyes open. Her hands fly to his shoulders, and her nails dig in. He moves to the other breast and gives it the same attention. She picks up her pace, and he follows. After a few more seconds, she starts speeding up once again, bending over to hold onto the headboard with one hand for leverage.
"Oh fuck, Elizabeth," Henry says as the new angle causes her to clench tightly around him. It also has the benefit of giving him a great view of her tits. He moves his hands to her waist and thrusts up into her.
"Shit." She cries, and her free hand goes to her clit. She rubs furiously as they move faster and faster. She feels him everywhere. He's everywhere. His lips are everywhere. Her nipples, her neck, her lips, her ears. Her hand moves faster as he starts to twitch inside her. But she can't get there. She lets out a whine.
"You need more?" She hears him ask while panting, trying to hold off to give her enough time to get there. She nods at him. He reaches over to his nightstand and grabs the trusty green bullet they use at times like these. He turns it on its highest setting. Her hand moves from her clit and joins the other one on the headboard. She fucks him harder as he presses the vibrator onto her clit. She can't breathe. She can't see.
"Jesus Christ." She screams. It's hard, and fast, and rough, and everything she loves. She feels her body climbing and climbing. And finally falling. The pleasure shoots through her. Her orgasm washes over her like a wave, crashing down. She's not sure if she screams or not. She's not sure if the world stops spinning or if it's just her.
She barely registers Henry, moaning her name as he comes inside her. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy. He's not holding back anymore. His arms are wrapped tightly around her as his lips find hers. Their mouths moved against each other, teeth clashing.
"Holy shit Elizabeth." He sighs as she lays her head down in the crook of his neck while they both come down from their high. Their bodies are sticky with sweat. She runs her hand through his hair. He lifts her off of his softening dick, and she sighs at the loss. He kisses her cheek in return.
"That was amazing." He tells her.
"it was." That is all she can manage. She is too relaxed. She gives him one more kiss and then rolls off of him. When she shivers, he pulls the blanket back up around her. She smiles at him.
"Thank you." She tells him softly as he pulls her into his arms. She is content. They are silent for a moment. Just enjoying the afterglow. "I'm glad I married you." She blurts, and he looks at her and turns his head slightly to the side, silently asking her to elaborate. "You always know how to please me." She smiles and kisses his lips. She cuddles closer to him, and he holds her tight. "And, do you ever hear other married people talk about their spouses?" She asks, and he nods, " They hate each other, and I… you are my favorite person on the planet, and I'm glad I married you." He smiles at her and leans in for a kiss.
"I love you," he says, pulling her tighter.
"I love you, too." She's content. This is how it's supposed to be. She gives him one last kiss, gets out of bed, and heads to the bathroom. "Help you clean after I shower." She says
"I'll clean. You take a bath." He says, rolling out of their hopelessly messed up bed.
"Really?" She asks. She loves a good bubble bath.
"Of course."
He grabs her arm gently, stalling her for a moment, "By the way, what happened yesterday?"
"Oh, you know, Russel's an asshole, my staff is insubordinate, and Minister Chin is whiney. Just needed some TLC." She smiles and pulls him into one last hug, kissing him again before going to the bathroom.
Henry laughs and shakes his head as he watches her walk away. God, he is the luckiest man in the world.
