Crazy Duke and Fallen Queen

Warning: smut content.

Alexander observes me with his challenging gaze, reminding me with his eyes only that I wasn't supposed to give him orders. His arms are relaxed on the backrest, and his lips curled up. Oh, I missed his evil grin.

«Kiss me!» I repeat, and he moves forward.

His lips land on my shoulder instead of my lips. He slips down, reaching my breasts and licking my nipple. He plays with it, pressing in between his teeth and then kissing around it to let me relax. All to return teasing me again.

When he's done with one side, he moves his attention to the other breast while fondling this with his hand. He has to bow his back and shoulders, so it mustn't be all that comfortable, but he doesn't complain.

He just reminds me not to stop moving my hips when I slow down just for a moment.

As his ministrations become more intense, my body moves faster and faster, my hips increase in speed and strength of the thrusts. Just what he wants...

My attempt to take control fails during the peak, as I close my eyes and scream in pleasure. The shivers start both from my chest and my belly, and not a single inch of my skin is spared by goosebumps. Even my hair tickles as I inhale for air and scream out again.

This wasn't my plan.

My feet curl, my fingers stick in Alexander's shoulders. Maybe, I scratched him while convulsing in ecstasy.

I fall on his chest and inhale his scent, calming my breath and waiting for the waves of pleasure and thrills of satisfaction to tune down. It takes longer than usual, and Alexander caresses my back, smiling like an accomplished man for the whole time.

He pecks my hair and forehead, and he surrounds my waist with one arm.

«Your turn is over,» he comments.

I sigh, moaning half a protest.

I close my eyes and smile. It was worth it. Even if it's over, I don't have any regrets. And it's not that relevant that I didn't do what I wanted, right?

Too bad that over has a slightly different meaning for my hubby and for me. He presses me down on the sofa and thrusts back in.

I arch my back and lock my legs around his hips. Then, remembering one of my favourite positions, I fold one leg under him until my ankle reaches his shoulder.

Like this, he reaches deeper inside me. Every time he thrusts, my leg bounces him back. The pressure isn't enough to move him one millimetre, of course. But it makes my thigh feel every single muscle of his abdomen.

I trail my fingers down, sensing the hardness and the twitches, built and maintained by years of training and fighting.

I moan, my hands greedily exploring every single inch. Just this is enough to send me to heaven once more.

Too bad that someone isn't willing to just let me reach it.

«Wait for me,» Alexander whispers to my ear, and I have no choice but to fight against pleasure with all my will.

It's one of the most challenging tasks I've encountered in my life. Definitely the one I failed more often. But I do my best, every time. I clench my stomach, grab the sheets, bite my lips...

«I haven't given you permission, Thea,» he reminds me. «You can't end it now.»

I nod, and his thrusts become rougher and rougher. My body twitches at each one of them, and my belly turns and demands release. The pleasure builds up, reaching heights I would have never imagined.

But I can't let it go, not yet.

«And now?» I inquire when I start losing any kind of control. My voice is trembling, as well as every single part of my soul.

«Not yet...»

His member is pulsing inside me, a sign that he's also close. I know he'll soon feel this same, and the thought makes it even harder to resist.

«Just some more,» he whispers, observing my face with the interest of a wicked torturer. «You're doing well.»

All of my muscles contract every time his tip touches the deepest part of my being, and my lips are red and hot from biting. But none of this is enough for this shameless, over-controlling husband of mine.

«Xander,» I moan, and he seems to realise how much I'm suffering. «Xander, please...»

He chuckles on my neck, finishing with a few fast thrusts.

«Now could be the right moment,» he says, his words broken by his unstable breath. Just in time, because his pleasure explodes right a moment before I let go. His face is buried in my neck, his arms hold me tightly, afraid I'll disappear.

I release the sheets and hug him back while pleasure covers every other emotion. It's even more intense than before.

«I've been an obedient wife. I listened to you!» I say, a few minutes later.

«Indeed,» Alexander confirms. «You should listen to me more often.»

«You wouldn't have fun like that,» I point out.

«You're right. Easy lives are not for husbands.»

I chuckle while trying to sit up normally. My thighs are tired and a bit numb after all the hard work and extreme stretching.

«Let me,» Alexander whispers while carrying me to the bathtub.

After so much exercise, I couldn't initiate another session even if I wanted to. I can barely walk, for goodness.

I'll be all right in a few minutes. But, for the moment, I let my husband carry me. He makes me probe the water with one foot before leaning me down.

It's not cold yet, barely warm. But it's perfect to cool down after our intense love-making.

He helps me wash, passing the sponge on every spot of my skin. His fingers are tender, not teasing at all.

I like these moments even more than bed activities. Alexander always takes care of me after, and he's always so careful and gentle.

There's no hidden intention behind his caresses: he just wants me to feel relaxed and loved.

«Do you want to wash your hair?» he inquires.

«We don't have much time, but I've sweated a lot,» I pout.

«Come here,» he sighs. «It's warm today; it will dry on the breeze before you notice.»