The painting (3) - not edited

Alexander's fingers touch my secret part, circling around that pleasuring bud before caressing it lightly.

He explained it to me, how to make me pant. I know what he's doing with so much precision, now!

His fingers become slicker with my juices, and he uses two to get me ready. As expected, his angle is really better than mine...

I moan, biting my lips and grabbing his shoulders to signal my need of him. In any way he wants, as long as we become one.

«Theodora... If you show me that face, I'll lose control,» he points out.

«I can't,» I whine. «It's been too long since the last time. It's your fault for leaving!»

A stubborn tear appears at the corner of my eye, and he licks it away with a satisfied grin.

«Tell me how much you missed me. In detail.»

Oh, he's back at it.

«I forgot all the pain now that you're with me.» I cut it short.

I missed him much but am so happy he's here. It will work, won't it?

«How much.»

«Oh,» I whine. «I thought about you every day. Every time I lay in bed, I would move on your side and wonder when you'll come back. And in the morning, I would pray for your safe return.»

«Only twice a day?»

«I'm a busy Lady!» I complain. «You can't expect more than this.»

«The truth.»

«Oh. I would sometimes think about you while having a meal with Lavinia. She resembles you so much that I couldn't help it.»

Then, I realise he'll forget to make love if I mention our daughter. I wanted to be passionate this night, not sit down and praise the little ball till morning.

«A couple of times, I checked the Lord's tasks,» I add.

Business is boring. He won't forget about our bodies' needs if I talk about boring stuff.

«Not because I doubted of your employee's work. But because I wanted to feel you closer. It was all an excuse to walk into your office.»

My lips curl down, realising I'm revealing a little too much. Maybe.

«I can't even ask you the same question because you already told me how you felt,» I add. His letters were so clear, for goodness.

«That's just a part of it, Thea.»

I spread my legs as he positions himself in between.

«I dreamt about you so often that I almost departed way earlier than planned. Oh, once or twice I arrived as far as to pick a horse. Yet, I always stopped in time. Sometimes, by sheer luck. Sometimes, because I remembered why we decided to stay apart for so long.»

«Oh, Xander,» I murmur, dragging him down and rolling on the mattress. I force him under me while I straddle him.

Uhm, force is such a brutal word. As if I had a chance to do anything if he didn't allow me.

«I missed you,» I say.

I search for his lips while uniting our bodies. My hips move back and forth at an easy, slow pace. Enough to make us sigh in pleasure, but not as much as to ruin the whole timing.

If Alexander is permitting it, then it must be fine.

It's not the first time our instinct makes us act in accordance to the plan. It's as if, at times, my body knew what do do and when.

His hands wander on my body, pressing me down on him. It's more difficult to move, like this. But then again, it must be part of the plan.

I clench my muscles down there, just like I learned to, and he sighs in peace.

«Do not rush yet, Thea,» he says. But he doesn't tell me to stop, nor to move slower. Just... to keep this pace?

As I continue thrusting and retreating, my belly from warm turns hot. The usual tingling and electricity starts spreading around, and I can't help but increase the pace. I start panting as pleasure takes over, and Alexander weakens his clench to let me move freely.

His breath, hitting my neck, is frantic.

«Now?» I wonder, remembering he didn't allow me to fall prey to pleasure yet.

«Yes,» he whispers.

For the first time in a while, I witness my husband's pleasure before mine.

His head sinks in my shoulder, and he sighs while releasing his semen. His lips murmur sweet words, and his arms hug me tenderly.

It's so new, to me. Even when this was supposed to happen, in the past, Alexander made sure I was completely satisfied before doing the deed.

So, this is the first time my body still asks for pleasure while he's already done with it.

It doesn't take long, by the way. A couple of thrusts more, and I reach him in the heavens. I scream in pleasure, falling on his chest and sticking my nails on his shoulders.

I call his name many times. My eyes closed with the first wave of the peak, and my legs lost any strength to keep me in place.

Like a whining mess, I embrace all these ecstatic feelings in Alexander's arms.

His hands caress my hair and back, his lips pack my cheek and forehead. He's waiting for me to calm down, to return in my full capabilities, before helping me to lie down on the mattress.

It was fast, indeed. But it's not over yet. It's the beginning of a night full of passion.

Today is not the day we conceive Elias. Both of us knows it's too soon. Yet, we can't let this chance to be together escape.

And the only way we could think of to avoid other pregnancies was to repeat every time in every single detail. It will turn us insane really soon, but we can't think to stay away from each other for so long.

It's a few months more, not that much.

We can continue following the instructions for the next weeks. Then, when Elias is born, we'll go back to our sinful, perverse games.

«I love you, Xander,» I say.