Forbidden: Leadership

Chapter 25

-VALERIE'S P.O.V-

This is crazy. How many times I've give to her. Came inside her. And it feels like heaven to do so.
"What do you want me to do, love?"
Her finger lightly traces along my shaft. I love it. How we've both evolved into somewhat sex addicts...
"That's not an answer though, babe."
"I like it when you take control."
"Don't I sort of always though?"
"I want to try something."
"Okay, what did you have in mind?"
"I want to try this.." Her finger traces along my shaft again. "..on you."
I don't know why.. But I fear it. My heart is racing faster than I've ever had it race. I just don't want it like that... I don't want that..
Her hands cup my cheeks and it takes a few moments to realise I had been out of it for so long.
"Valerie, my love, it was a suggestion. You know I would never unless it's willing."
"It sounds strange to speak it. But I really don't want that. Your fingers are perfect enough for me. If you like me like this, I'm okay with that. But I can't.. I can't.."
She pulls herself from under me to hold me.
"I think I know why, Valerie. And it's okay. We won't go there."
"You know? I don't understand."
How could she know if I don't even know. She never stops amazing me.
"You don't have to worry. I know it has something to do with where you had come from. The thought of something entering your body. You're not afraid of death. Not afraid of weapons or wounds. You're only afraid I would cause you pain. The one you love would cause pain and you would feel betrayed."
I hold her close to me. It is how I feel. If I wouldn't like it, if it would hurt me... it would be as she said. I know it's weird. It sounds weird but that's just how I feel.
"It'll be alright. I won't go there. We won't. And it'll be okay. I love this form, I love your female form but I will never do anything you do not want."
I lightly kiss her neck and she sighs. "I didn't mean to ruin the moment."
"I was honestly wondering if we were ever going to discuss this or not. I just wanted to know and now I do. It's okay, I love this way or any other way we chose to be sexual."
"I get what you mean. But this whole thing was a rather nice turn off."
She laughs lightly. I love the sound so much. I love her so much.
"We don't have to do anymore. It's alright."
"It's not because my love is unpleased."
"I was on the edge of passing out."
"And you turned the weariness to energy for me. Hence I must please."
She laughs again. To just me. I guess maybe I do over do things but she was hungry and I want to fill.
"I don't need anything."
I pin her down again. She bites her lip and it turns me back on. In a way I feel like a light switch, easy on and off.
"I said I don't need anything."
"What wife would I be to leave my lady in such..." I move a hand to her clit. She throbs against my finger like I thought she would. "..sexual frustration."
"Val.."
"Let me please you."
"You always please me."
"Mm."
I flip her over quickly and put a pillow under her belly to raise her a little. Taking my position, I begin my work. I don't even care if 5 minutes ago I was in fear of something. I don't care that I was turned off. I aim to please and she's pleasing me as I am her.
She grips the frame of the bed as I continue. She's so tight. So good. So warm. So perfectly wet. She's everything.
She spills my name in a repeat and I know I hit some type of spot. Some kind of pleasure point within her. I aim for it, to keep her in this bliss.
Her nails make scratch marks into the wood frame and I don't know why but it makes me happy I can make her have that much pleasure to cause that.
I keep aiming for the spot. Her moans in slight screams and sometimes I'm worried I'm hurting her but the moans between each scream tells me I'm not. To keep her like this is a good feeling.
I love the way her insides are warm, welcoming but tight and tense, perfect for me and me only.
I lean down lightly bite the base of her neck and by her shoulder. Her blood tastes like a candy, it's strange but good. She told me my blood taste like sugar, so I have no idea.
Her warm wetness feels overwhelmingly good. I have freedom to come whenever because I know I'm keeping her in an orgasm.
I thrust myself in harder. Her walls grow slightly tighter around me, rubbing my dick and making me edge closer and closer to coming. Her moans beg for me to come.
The enjoyment coming from having no stamina meter is paying off. I could go all night, if time were actually moving forward. At this point, I think we technically did already.
I feel myself release to her. Her moaning my name and I giving hers. I don't stop though and it seems like her body is thanking me.
The frame of the bed covered in deep scratches from this. And I'm proud.
Her moans for me, her screams for me, her tight wetness for me. All for me. All for this.
I slow my pace to a snails pace. To tease her. Though she moans to it, I can tell she's getting annoyed to the teasing.
"Tease." She says in a pant.
"Beg."
"Please.."
She gathers her breaths between moans to my slow movements, somehow managing to still get the spot that had drove her into a constant orgasm.
"Why?" She questions my pace.
"Because. Maybe I like going slow."
"You enjoy going so slow it's like we're not even doing anything?"
I look down. Her beautiful ass covers my view. I most definitely can feel her wetness though.
"I think I am doing something."
"Mm. Teasing me."
I thrust in hard once. She moans loudly to it and it makes me smile. Hips to... well.. butt. Still able to fit all the way.
"Please.."
"You beg?"
I grab her hips and move them back and forth on me. She gets the idea and I let go. She rides me but at the same time doesn't. Either way, we both gain pleasure to it.
But I want her moans. I want her to scream my name. I want her to come until she can't anymore.
I stop her and push in hard. She moans out loudly for me and it drives me to aim for an orgasm for her. I thrust in her fast and her orgasm begins.
Moans turn into screams, screams turn into my name in repeat. I'm enjoying how wet she's becoming. How tight she's becoming.
I come as she comes but I probably am not coming as much as she is. I fill her nonetheless. To her moans I keep going.. for just a little while.
I flip her carefully and reinsert myself. She pulls me down and kisses my lips. The moans take over the kiss as I begin thrusting.
She pulls from the kiss. Her eyes lock on mine. Pure love... It makes my heart race faster. It... it..
I slow myself to a stop. Just to kiss her without moans. Just to kiss her.
Her lips claim mine. I give my lips willingly to her. In this kiss I feel nothing but love and passion.
Love and passion for this. For me... And I'm honored..
Her hand cup my cheeks as the kiss parts and she smiles. "You stopped just to kiss me?"
"Y..Yes...." something in me grows shy. I mean, we're married and have a baby, I don't think being clingy is much of a thing to worry about anymore but I... I'm shy for this moment.
"You're such an interesting being."
I look down and nod my head. In a deep blush, the best from my cheeks could probably cook a pizza.
"Did me saying that really make you blush?"
"Noooo." I pull away from her and hide my face. I already miss her warmth around my.. But that's not the point.
"This is cute. Rarely do I see my love blush."
I flop on the bed and cover my face with the pillow. "You can't see anything."
She straddles my hips. The wetness rests on my member and I sigh to it. She doesn't know what she's doing to my male parts right now, the teasing, the wanting all consumes me.
"I wish you wouldn't hide from me."
"I probably look like a firetruck." I speak through the pillow.
"I want to see my love blush. I have a right to see my work. Like you do your, bed frame."
My blush grows. This woman is fucking killing me. The pillow feels like it's on fire because of the heat from my cheeks. I'm dying because I was being weird and clingy and fuck.
"Dying because you were being weird and clingy and fuck."
"I DIDN'T SAY THAT OUT LOUD."
She laughs loudly at me. "You did."
"NOOOOOO."
"This is the most cutest thing you've ever done."
I throw the pillow at her but quickly cover my blush with the blankets.
"Let me see or I won't.." She rubs herself against my shaft.
"That's a low blow."
"Will it work?"
I sigh. As I uncover my face, she instantly takes my lips in a kiss. One I smile into and feel her do the same. I don't understand why though.
She pulls back once air was becoming a need over a want.
"Why kiss me? Thought you were going to rub it in on how you made me blush."
"Because. I don't need a reason. I wanted to kiss my wife."
I laugh lightly to her. I can see the weariness grow in her eyes and it makes sense. I did take a lot from her.
"We can rest, you know?" I lightly caress her cheek..
"I'm terrible because I'm addicted. I love when you do that."
"Do what?"
"I don't know how to explain it. It's like I'm stuck in a state of constant orgasm."
At least my mind was labeling it correctly, I think.
Something in her eyes though seems to be in question. Something I've seen before. Several times before.
"What's on your mind, love?"