Even if the sky is falling down - A Volodymyr Zelenskyy fanfiction

Chapter 12 - Falling for you

"Tomorrow, I will fly to Europe to visit some leaders personally and to hold some speeches in front of the parliaments. To further strengthen our position and to ask for more protection of our sky", Volodymyr tells his team in the morning-briefing. "What?!", I scream more than asking, realizing that I just did that loud. All heads fly into my direction at the table. "I mean, hmmm, for how long do you plan to leave Ukraine?", I try to rescue myself. "Four-five days or maybe a whole week. I don't know exactly yet. Maybe there will be some spontaneous invitations", Volodymyr says calm. I nod and decide to not add anything further to that in this round. But the rest of the discussion runs through without me listening anymore. I walk out of the room like a ghost.

"Do you have a moment for me?", Volodymyr requires for my attention. "Sure", I say. He guides me to his office and closes the door behind me. "What was this?", he asks me. "I should ask you that. Don't you think you should have informed me about your plans in a more personal way?", I reply. "I don't see your problem, to be honest". Volodymyr looks straight into my eyes. "You asked me to be your wife. You may discuss such things with me in future if you want me to be that", I state. "Look, first and foremost, I'm the president of this country. I - " "I won't be a second choice for you", I shout now. "Shhh, don't overreact", he tries to calm me. "You're right, I should have told you before", I can hear him saying. "But told, not asked. I can't take consideration of your feelings in regard of such important things. You need to understand that. Being my wife won't be easy for you. I won't be there all the time. It's even hard right now. But I'm trying my best to make our relationship as normal as possible", Volodymyr explains. "Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry. It's just... Every chance I miss being with you feels like a loss. And there's another thing. I can't see all these female politicians, journalists and whatever touching and hugging you. They are not allowed to - " "You're jealous, clearly", he states and giggles. "No, I'm not". "Yes, you are. But that's sweet. You don't need to, you know. These touches mean nothing to me. They just remember me that I want to touch you more often", he tells me. I sigh. "Anna...", he says and pulls me in his arms. "Don't make it that hard for me". "Okay, I try", I finally give up.

The rest of the day, Volodymyr prepares his trip that would start early in the next morning. I should prepare some of his speeches but it is very hard for me to concentrate. The results speak their own words. I slowly realize that I crossed a certain line. I let this all become too personal for me. I finally can't do my job how I'm used to because I think about my feelings towards Volodymyr and his actions. I shouldn't let my emotions control me but for this time, I can't fight them back.

I await him in his private room to say him goodbye. I wouldn't manage to keep control surrounded by others in the next morning, so I decided to say him goodbye this way. Because I'm in my thoughts, I don't hear him entering the room. His hands on my waist throw me back into reality. I turn around and face him. "I know you don't have much time, but I wanted to kiss you goodbye", I start the talk. "Don't you want to stay overnight?", he asks me. "You'd let me?", I ask back, without expecting anything like that. "My first Lady is allowed to share a bed with me", he jokes. Nonetheless, I like that he started to name me like that when we are alone. It gives me butterflies.

"And my first Lady is allowed to touch regions of my body that other females are dreaming of", he continues, knowing that it will provoke me. "Please, stop that and kiss me", I demand. He finally takes my face between his hands and his soft lips meet mine. Suddenly, the sensations take over and I feel tears building up in my eyes. When a teardrop rolls over my cheek and meets his, he breaks the kiss. "Why are you crying?", he asks me. "It's just too much for me", I explain. "I'm falling for you". "Then I'll stop you now", he answers and wipe the tears away with his thumbs. He guides me over to the bed and lays me down. He opens the bedside drawer and takes a sleep mask out of it. "Would you wear that for me?", he asks. "Then you need to concentrate on what's going on around you and not on what's going on inside you", he explains his thoughts. "Okay", I simply say and put on the mask. I lay back down being fully blind from now.

What I can't see is Volodymyr removing his shirt. He comes back leaning down on me, takes my right hand and put it on his hairy chest. I can't help but smile 'cause I already like what he's setting on. I wander my hand down his body but he stops me at his belly and lays my hand back beside me. He then starts to undress me. As soon as I am fully naked, I wait for his next moves. I can feel the soft blow of air that his movements cause. A shiver runs down my whole body.

Suddenly, I feel something smooth sliding over my cheek. I try to find out what it is, but it's hard to guess. I'm sure it's not his fingertips. "What -" "Shhh, don't talk. Just feel", he demands. He removes the thing from my cheek and starts to slide it over my nipples. Then it becomes clear for me - he's touching me with a feather! But from where did he get her from? He interrupts my thoughts with stroking the feather down my upper body over my belly further down. I start to gasp for air. He makes his way up again, but I feel his body coming closer to mine.

I feel something else touching my lower belly. Something that is used to meet me there. He slides the tip of his penis down to make his way between my labia, leaving behind a pleasure drop on my belly. I breath heavy when I feel his liquid staying back on my body. His penis between my legs makes me also getting wet. But he does not enter me yet, just moves up and down the length of my clit, driving me endlessly crazy. "I need - ", I can't finish because he presses his hand on my mouth making it hard to breath. "I told you not to talk", he demands once again. I nod to show him that I understand. He makes his way down my body again, starting to focus on my inner thighs. He spreads small kisses on it, moving all the way up. Because I don't dare to moan, I claw into the sheets of the bed instead. He finally reaches my clit with his tongue and starts to lick it. I run one of my hands through his hair, trying to give him a sign to push harder. But he doesn't stop to tease me, bringing me to the edge of what I can take. He hasn't put anything inside me yet although I know he is also horny as fuck. And I am not allowed to ask or even beg him to. I decide to give him a final sign and push my lower body into his face. It works - he leaves me there and puts his body weight up over me.

But for the next seconds, nothing happens. I reach my arms out to pull him down on me. He finally let it happen and leaves the control he has held up for so long. I kiss him everywhere I can reach. I spread my legs around his body and arch my back. He made it a need for me that he enters me this time although we have done this many times before now.

He finally places the tip of his penis at my entrance. I stop taking air. My head is short before exploding and my heart races. He then pushes in very slowly. I feel every inch of his penis sliding inside me. It feels so intense. Also for him, because he can't resist to moan loudly. I try to set on a rhythm, but he blocks. He pulls out and slides inside me with the same slow pace again. He does this a few times, building up an unbearable pressure on my most sensitive place. I wish that I could tell him that I'm already close, but I don't want to break the rule. He must notice my upcoming high otherwise because my legs get shaky and my breath comes from an uncertain depth of my body. "Don't", he demands. "I can't hold it any longer if you continue like that", I finally say. "But I'm not ready yet and I want to orgasm with you together", he responds. "Then come up to me", I say, guiding him to pull out and move up. As soon as he does, I take his penis in my hand and start stroking it. But he has other plans and puts my hands up to press my breasts together that he can thrust his penis between them. Before he starts, he spit on the area between my breasts that he can slide with more ease. He then takes his time to come close to his own high.

Suddenly, everything happens very fast. He brings his penis back where it is very welcomed. Without asking, just taking a look into my eyes, he knows, it would need just one single thrust. Before he does so, he comes down, kissing me passionately. "Remember this feeling when you miss me", he says before giving that thrust. His liquid squirts against my walls, my heart drops and I cum harder than ever before. I take him in my arms wishing I could hold him forever.