The painting (4) - not edited

It's not over. There is so much more to do.

Yet, after the first few times, I start feeling tired.

«Can we rest for a while?» I murmur.

«Just this once, wife. I'll let you sleep then.»

«Oh, you... Are you sure this is how things went?»

«Positive.»

«But could you really resist this long?»

Oh, the truth is much simpler. The first Alexander didn't have my Alexander's stamina. But the Queen was much easier to please, and they both were done way earlier than we.

My Alexander likes playing wicked games forever.

Oh, I am as easy to please as the Queen was. Just, my husband likes to tire me before even starting.

His teeth nibble my ear, and he licks my neck with purposely slow movements of his tongue.

His hand has already grabbed my side, making me turn exactly as he wants.

He makes me fold my knee around his hip, and our legs entwine.

Both lying on the bed, we can relax a little even while fulfilling our duties.

«The old me knew a few tricks, my love,» Alexander murmurs, dragging me closer. «I wasn't as clueless as seemed.»

No matter how longer we've been at this, our bodies are attracted to each other. They respond to every caress as if it was the first.

Alexander hugs me, sliding in slowly. I moan in response, and he stops just to check if it's a complaint or a compliment.

Oh, my... I was so tired just a minute ago, yet I can continue like this if not much energy is required from me!

«Oh, Alexander,» I whisper, trailing my fingers on his chest.

His lips curl as he comes up with another idea of his. Oh, he'll just reuse the same one from the beginning of this long night.

I can tell, he's transparent.

«Remember what I told you?» he says, in fact. «You can't reach the peak if I don't give you permission.»

«You said something different,» I point out, dragging him closer with my leg. I push my hips forward, trying to find a way to move freely.

It's easier if I move my hips in circles, but the feeling is still wonderful.

«But this time, let's play,» he chuckles, caressing my back with his free hand. The one he's not using to keep me pressed on him.

«Play?»

«Only after I give you permission,» he says, pushing against my clumsy moves.

A groan leaves my lips, completely against my will.

As a result, Alexander slows down.

«Not yet,» he decides.

Oh, my goodness, please not now! I've spent the whole night doing all I'm told, can't I get a little rest for once?

«Alexander,» I try. Seeing no reaction, I attempt with my secret weapon. «Hubby!»

«Yes?»

«Don't be cruel with your wife.»

«I'm not cruel. Just trust me, Thea. You won't regret it, I promise.»

«Can I believe the promises of a man while he's naked in bed?»

«You can believe to me, my love.»

«Oh, I can,» I sigh. He slows down when I start building pleasure, returning to move as normal only after my breathing calms down a little.

Soon, we start kissing. Our tongues dance like our hips, and the whole world disappears.

I can't even remember which fabric was used for these bedsheets, for I can't feel them under me. I don't sense the fresh air of the bedchamber during the night. I can't hear a single sound outside of Alexander's panting and my moans.

We're alone, in our own world.

Every time I almost reach pleasure, I get scolded.

«Don't be impatient,» Alexander says. «And don't defy my orders, you disobedient wife.»

«It's too much,» I moan, trying in vain to take action against his control.

«Not yet!»

I clench my teeth and resist a bit longer only to fall prey to the same pleasure a few minutes later. My fingers are stuck in his shoulders and can't move anymore, for holding on to him is the only thing keeping me from screaming like a fool and exploding in pleasure.

«You're lovely when you listen to me,» he says, bending my leg even more. Usually, this is a good sign: we're almost there!

«Alexander?» I call him, desperately asking for that damned permission. He won't give it ever, will he?

It's all a trap just to have a reason to punish me, this over-controlling moron. He'll hear me out, as soon as we're done with this.

My moans become high-pitched, and my belly turns on itself, crossed by waves of hot energy.

It's late, I can't stop it now. I really can't.

«Alexander...» I complain, more to remind him it's not my fault.

«For this time, I'll let it slide,» he whispers to my ear. «Only because you were so deliciously cooperative.»

I was more than cooperative, for goodness's sake. I was straight out docile. Even more, I was almost submissive!

Oh, I can't think about it now. His threats didn't help delay the pleasure. If anything, it intensified the feelings.

I lose contact with anything else than my body. My nails leave half-moons on Alexander's shoulders when I press, but he doesn't complain.

It's so intense. So full. Everything is just perfect, and I can't keep track of time. But I can tell it lasts a whole lot.

When I return back, Alexander is done as well. My body is still crossed by pleasuring thrills. Even if the most acute phase has passed, I'm not done with it.

I curl in my husband's arms, moaning like a kitten.

I can rest now, finally. Also, this feeling will stay with me for so long, won't it? I've never felt this amount of pleasure altogether.

And I've never perceived the after-effects so clearly even minutes after it was over. Usually, sleep came after quieting down my body's electricity.

Yet, this time, I'm still in pleasure when I close my eyes.

«I love you,» Alexander whispers. His voice is low not to disturb me.

I'd reply, but I'm too tired.

I will tell him another time. We'll have plenty of chances starting from tomorrow.