God! This has been sitting in my drafts for so long.

Last part - enjoy!

"Henry, I-" Her hands come to rest on his hip, her thumbs teasing his skin just above the waistband of his boxers. "Yeah, baby?"

She feels timid and aroused and not done. "I-I want more"

Her eyes search for judgment in him but there's none. Only playfulness and love. "Really, Madam President? I can give you more" Henry assures his statement with a possessive hand around her throat taking her for a sloppy kiss.

Henry takes the chain again in his hands and presents it to her - "Chain on or off Elizabeth?"

"On please"

"Ok then. Stand up and turn around"

He takes her hands behind her back and snaps the chain on the cuffs for the second time. He takes his time to caress his hands up and down her arms, soothing as much of her nervous energy as his own. "Knees on the bed" She shuffles forward at his command fighting the natural lack of balance of her body without the help of her hands. As soon as she feels confident enough that she is not going to stumble forward and land on her face she feels a gentle hand pushing her upper back, and that does it. She lands on her face, her body bouncing and her lungs fighting to breathe through the mess of hair on her face. Henry covers her body with his own, his hand taking her hair from her face and his lips on her ear - "Fuck Elizabeth I love to see you like this baby. I just don't enjoy the shame you carry because of it". His statement is a mix of arousal and love delivered with a chuckle that turns into seriousness in the end. It is so on brand for her Henry that it makes her body relax and melt further into the mattress. "This part of me is only for you Henry". She sighs with the need to answer him.

His statement is part of a bigger discussion they've been having on and off about her image and about what the public perceives (and tolerates) as the image of a female President. It's about the way her image is studied, analyzed, and curated into what she presents every day. It's also about (masculine) power, suppression, and the social construct of sexiness and her free will. And for some weird reason, the media made it also about her blonde hair, and about her legs, and all the skirts and chiffon blouses that now sit in the back of her closet without use.

"Well I love all of you, Madam President" - The use of her title while he nips her shoulder and rubs his erection against her ass is just another reminder of what she already knows: that Henry loves her in a pure wholesome way that still makes her giddy to this day.

He continues to nip and kiss down her back, her little moans and whines fueling him further. When he gets to her ass he kneads and bites her cheeks, intent on continuing to leave his love marks on her. Elizabeth is sure that seating tomorrow will be quite literally a (sweet) pain in the ass. Her moans and hisses feed him and he moves his fingers to her center, entering her slowly and teasing her with the slowest rhythm known to sex ever. His lips continue to pamper her lower back and bottom as his fingers continue to move inside of her slowly. It's like he lost track of what they were even doing and he is just existing there. "Henry come on" Elizabeth tries to push her hips toward his fingers but the hand pressing her lower back to the bed makes it impossible. "Patience baby" - He breathes the words against her skin, and even away from her line of sight, somehow she knows for sure that her alter boy of a husband is sporting a stupid smirk on his face.

She presses her cheek to the mattress and uffs fighting the hair off her face, trying to catch his eyes. The move strains her back and neck but sure enough, she meets his eyes, peeking from behind the curve of her ass accompanied by a damn smirk. "Henry, please. I need you so bad." She is not above begging that's for sure.

"Ok baby, no more games." He sighs and leaves a final feather kiss on her ass cheek as his fingers leave her center. Getting up from his position, Henry pulls her hips up and presses her shoulder blades down showing his intent on having her hold that position.

He takes his time getting his boxers down and stroking himself, taking in a final look before diving in. He finally gets comfortable climbing the bed on his knees. A hand on her hip pulls her to him as he pushes into her in one slow thrust. This time Henry is the one who has to bite his lip to suppress a moan. After a deep breath he finally moves, diving in quicker this time.

Elizabeth is hanging on for dear life. Without the help of her hands, she resorts to biting down the sheets to stifle her groans and moans. Soon Henry finds his rhythm, his moans shuddering through his throat, his hips stuttering every now and then.

Elizabeth just buries her face on the mattress and enjoys the ride.

Feeling the need to be close to her, Henry moves a hand next to her head falling forward almost completely on top of Elizabeth. "Is it good, Elibet?" - his voice is teasing and breathless against her ear.

"Yes! Ple-Please don't stop" Begging, she tries to meet his thrusts with the move of her hips without much success. "Oh I'll never stop baby" - Henry groans coming back up to his kneeling position.

Elizabeth gasps in surprise as he grips her arms to bring her up so they are both kneeling on the bed. He holds her hands crossed behind her back as he guides her to move up and down on his cock. "This better?"

"Yes!"

He moves one of his hands up her sternum and wraps it around her throat, squeezing lightly, ripping a moan from her. "God, please Henry. More"

He leaves her throat and snakes his hand between her thighs, blindly finding her clitoris. "O-oh" Elizabeth is surprised in the fog of it all, as if Henry would ever forget about her even in the middle of his own madness. The warm fuzzy feeling that was simmering now goes to boiling point - after all that happened tonight she seems to still have another one in her - she was doubting it, to be honest.

In the end, it's his unrelenting strokes as she pushes back down onto him, it's his pants and it's his whispered voice in her ear that gives her the final push into oblivion.

"I want you to remember something from this moment, Elizabeth. You belong here in this House as I belong inside of you. Remember that Madam President."

As he whispers his convictions, his other hand moves to her mouth to silence the screams that accompany the squeeze of her orgasm. He only has time to bury his face in her neck to muffle his groan as her release pushes him onto his own.

The afterglow is marked by their heavy breathing, still kneeling on the bed, their eyes closed, and heads back to the ceiling. Elizabeth rests her body on Henry, not feeling capable of holding herself up on her own just yet. They are the picture of hot and thoroughly fucked.

After a few seconds, it is Elizabeth who makes the first move, nuzzling her nose onto his neck. He always smells so good, so Henry… the move gets him to open his eyes and focus on her - "Are you ok baby?"

"I'm perfect. That was perfect Henry."

"Good" - megawatt smile is goofy and reminds her of 20-year-old Henry. "Let's get you out of this" - He moves carefully and with extra attention so that she doesn't fall stepping out of the bed. He unfastens the cuffs from her wrists leaving them and the chain on the bed to inspect if there's any damage on her skin. There's nothing major but the redness present leaves him concerned - "Sit back, I'm gonna get Sudocrem from the bathroom".

Well, this was fun!

I hope this story is an escape for anyone reading just as much as it was for me writing it.

Obrigada for every like and kind comment.