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Way of the World pt.3

The last part of my John Thornton series which is pretty much all smut. I can’t help it have you seen the man?

No trigger warnings but man is it NSFW.

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The Way of The World 3

It was done, you were finally Mrs. Thornton and there was no longer any impediment to you and John being together. Even Mama Thornton had been forced to accept the inevitability after a time. Turned out when you both found common ground in your love for John, she had become almost lukewarm toward you. For her that was a huge step forward. Now, with her safely ensconced in the new apartments John had built for her, you could be alone with your husband. There was no-one who would dare interrupt you now, at least not if they wanted to live.

The party had gone late into the night, John sparing no expense for the celebration and after the way the other masters had treated him during the speculation debacle, he had wanted to show them up. He had managed to pull back the mill from the brink of ruin without any help from anyone, just his own business acumen. Now he was running circles around the rest of them, expanding into new ventures. His reputation for the fair treatment of his workers, and his 'investments' into their health and conditions of living, was well-known and inspired great loyalty. He wasn't afraid to do any of the work they did and he often worked alongside them, ate with them and talked with them as equals. The other Masters had sneered at him with derision until they realized how profitable the mill had become. Now they fawned like the sleazy sycophants they were, though they still didn't change any of their business practices. John wasn't a resentful or egotistical man by nature, but you were glad that he at least took a small amount of satisfaction in the fact that your wedding was the most celebrated event of the year, while still being the most tasteful. For Mrs Thornton, the chance to crow over the others was something you didn't begrudge her, in fact the two of you had enjoyed heaping quiet judgment on the rest of them. Lord knew she and her children had been judged enough for too long for the sins of her husband.

Now, with the festivities over, you had a chance to breathe, John was pouring a drink for you both and you took a moment to really look at him in the candlelight. He had removed his jacket and cravat and despite the excitement and stress of the last few weeks and months, he looked totally relaxed, a small smile lighting up his face. You could look at him as much as you liked now, spend time with him, touch him, anything the two of you wanted and the knowledge of that made your heart soar. The fact that, for the first time, the two of you were completely alone had not escaped you, and you felt a shiver of anticipation at the thought, watching the way his long fingers wrapped around the glasses. It had been months since you had felt his hands on you, the two of you heavily chaperoned since the engagement was announced. In fact, you had barely seen him in that time, you had gone to stay with Fanny the day after he had come to your room, and since then he had been so busy with turning the business around that he rarely left the mill. He had written to you almost daily though, and such letters they were, full of longing, romance and heated promises. This had been the way you had gotten to really know one another, so many things could be committed to paper that were often impossible to say in person. You were the only one who knew that the often scowling John Thornton was in possession of a romantic and poetic soul, as well as a way with words that left you in no doubt of his desires. And now, you were his and he was yours and nothing stood between you anymore.

“A drink, Mrs. Thornton? he smirked, handing you a glass of brandy.

His fingers brushed yours as you took it, noticing the way his eyes flared when you shivered. Silently you both took a drink, each watching the other over the rims of the glasses. To be honest you weren't sure what was expected of you now, or how to really initiate the same. You were reliant on his greater experience in these matters, waiting for him to take the lead, and you tried not to think about why he had this greater experience.

John must have noticed something in your face, gently taking your drink and placing both glasses on the table.

'There's something troubling you.' he stated, taking your hands in his. "Are you nervous about tonight?"

You felt your cheeks turn red while you shook your head. If there was one thing you weren't nervous about it was that. He had always been so gentle with you that you knew he would continue to be so. Admitting you were jealous of whoever had come before you, that made you nervous. The last thing you wanted was for John to think he had married a shrew. There was a different standard and set of rules for a man in society and you knew that you were going to have to live with it.

‘Please, will you tell me what it is?' he asked softly, his face now a mask of concern. 'We can wait, if you want to, if you don't feel comfortable."

He meant it, you knew that, which only made you love him more.

'It's just my own silly insecurities, nothing that needs to be worried about." You smiled at him, gripping his hands tightly, almost afraid that he would pull away. Of course the man was nothing if not astute, and with a sigh he led you to the settee, pulling you down beside him and leaning close.

"Let's not start our marriage by not being honest with one another.’ he gazed lovingly at you, brushing a tendril of hair back from your face. ‘You can tell me anything without any fear of judgment, I will never be angry at you for speaking your mind.'

"It's embarrassing and foolish." you mumbled, unable to look him in the eye.

"If you are feeling something then it's not foolish, ever. You understand that don't you?’ he sounded almost desperate now, and you hated yourself for it.

'I'm jealous."

His eyebrows shot up, he had definitely not been expecting that.

"Jealous? I don't understand, there's nothing to be jealous of, I love you."

‘I know that, trust me I do.’ you tried to reassure him. ‘It's nothing like that.’

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder, sighing in relief when he wrapped his arm around you to pull you closer. Taking a deep breath, you entwined your fingers with his.

"I just had a thought for a moment, I was thinking about how much I wanted to be in your arms but I didn't really know what to do, how to approach it. I knew that you would, and then that led to me understanding that you have experience that I don't and I felt jealous.’

Feeling very foolish, you hung your head. You had ruined what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life.

'Darling, look at me. Please.’ he begged softly.

Your cheeks were flaming as you slowly raised your eyes to meet his. There was a look of such intense tenderness and understanding that your eyes filled, tears threatening to spill over.

'I know it's stupid, I do, and it was only for a moment. I'm sorry I ruined our night.'

‘You haven't ruined anything, love, and you certainly are not stupid. Please don't ever think that about yourself. It's true, I am more experienced, but it has been several years, and I never used or paid a woman. I know it isn't fair and I would honestly be jealous if I thought another man had touched you before me. Just please know that since the moment you came to Milton, I have thought of no-one but you and I want no-one but you. I am not the sort of man who would keep a mistress, especially with a wife. So yes, I have been with women in the past, and you have the right to feel jealous. However, for the rest of my life, I will love only you, I will touch none but you, I will never stray from your arms or even think about bedding anyone else. I love you so much, and every day I have to pinch myself to believe that of all the men in the world it is me you chose.’

He took a breath, he had not looked away once during his speech, his eyes beseeching you to believe in his sincerity. You knew in your heart he meant every word, he hadn't lied to you about his past when he could have, and his face... It was almost heartbreaking to look at him. . "If you have any questions, if you want to know anything then ask, and I will answer you honestly, I will hide nothing from you.’

You nodded, a weight that you didn't even know you carried, lifted off your shoulders and you managed a smile.

‘I do have just one question.’ He nodded in agreement. ‘Can we forget this conversation ever happened, at least for tonight?"

"If that's what you want.’

You felt a burst of courage, moving your hands to fiddle with the collar of his shirt.

‘What I want is to be with my husband at last, no interruptions, no-one else in the house. Just you and I.’

There was that little sideways smirk you loved so much.

‘I think that can be arranged.’

He pulled you up to stand with him, grinning like a loon, before stooping and scooping you up into his arms. You yelped in surprise before grinning back and wrapping your arms around his neck. How he managed the narrow staircase with your billowing petticoats you had no idea, but he refused to put you down until you were over the threshold of your now shared bedroom. Before you even had a chance to look around he had your face cupped in his hands, his mouth descending on yours in a kiss far less chaste than the one you had shaved earlier in the church. You both clutched at one another desperately, having waited so long for any kind of physical contact. The knowledge that there were no impediments now to you being together, seemed to set you both on fire. It was John who slowed you both down, easing into a kiss that was more languid and sensual than desperate. His tongue scraped the roof of your mouth and your knees wobbled, leaving you weak.

'Turn around for me.' he growled after pulling away to let you both catch your breath.

Obeying, you turned your back to him, shivering when you felt his fingers in your hair, removing the pins and ribbons until it cascaded down your back. He ran his fingers through your tresses and you leaned your head back to rest on his chest, practically purring like a kitten. He chuckled, gently brushing your hair over one shoulder and pressed a kiss against your neck, his fingers beginning to tug and loosen the ribbons at the back of your dress. Making short work of them, he moved his hands over your shoulders, sliding his fingers under the creamy silk. John hesitated a moment, his breath heavy in your ear and blowing warmly against your skin.

'Is this ok? I don't want to go faster than you are comfortable with."

You were almost pulsating with want.

'John, I love you, but if you don't help me get rid of all these ridiculous layers right now, I may just divorce you.’

His deep, rumbling laughter filled the room for a moment.

"As you wish, wife'

He gently slid the sleeves of your gown down your arms, past your hips until it puddled on the floor at your feet.

"You aren't wearing stays?" he traced his fingertips around the edges of your chemise.

'I don't like them.’ you whispered breathlessly, leaning further back into him. ‘They are painful and they take forever to remove.’

'Well then.' his fingers ran up and down your arms. "As your husband, I forbid you from ever wearing them again.’

"As you wish.'

His fingers worked at the fastenings of your petticoats with a new sense of urgency, pushing each one down to your feet and muttering under his breath about the ridiculousness of women's fashion. You giggled at his efforts, earning you a growl and a playful pinch of your waist. When he had succeeded in removing all but your chemise and stockings, he helped you step over the pile of petticoats with a laugh.

‘I think I might limit the number of petticoats you are allowed to wear also.’ he muttered, kicking them to the side.

‘Oh, so now we are married you wish to command me to only do your bidding? you chuckled.

"Only when it suits me, my love.' he shrugged, tracing a pattern along the neckline of your chemise.

"And when will it suit you?' your fingers had moved to the fastenings of his shirt, making short work of them, sneaking them barely under the fabric to be warmed by his skin.

‘Right now.' he growled, hauling you against him, his arms wrapping tightly around you.

You could accept that.

Tugging his shirt out of his trousers you tried to pull it over his head without breaking your kiss, with no luck at all. John pulled away just long enough to get it off and throw it to the floor before claiming your mouth again. He stepped forward, taking you with him until you felt the backs of your legs hit the bed.

'Sit for me.'

You obeyed, watching him as he knelt down in front of you, never breaking eye contact. One hand grasped your ankle, lifting your foot to rest on his knee, then his palm slid up the back of your calf, his long fingers tickling the back of your knee. His lips curved in a smile, his eyes dark with a promise of what was to come as his fingers danced over your thigh to gently untie the ribbons of your garter. With both hands, and with excruciating slowness. he started to roll the silk down your leg, pressing his lips to each inch of skin he exposed. Breathless, you knew he could see you trembling with anticipation as he ran his hand up your other leg, biting your lip as he nimbly untied your other ribbon garter. Then, after a pause, he dipped his head to rest on your thigh before gently grasping your stocking in his teeth and drawing it down your leg.

"John."' you whispered, desperate now for him to move closer, to be able to feel his warmth and strength against you.

He looked up at you with a wicked grin, rising to kneel between your legs, his fingers plucking at the thin ribbon of your chemise, while you ran your hands down his arms, his shoulders and scraped your fingernails down his chest. He hissed quietly, muscles tensing and relaxing under your touch, bending down to nip at your collarbone and soothing each sting with the flat of his tongue. A familiar heat was pooling between your thighs with every touch, goosebumps breaking out all over your skin. Of their own accord your hips rolled toward him, your body instinctively needing to be as close as possible to him in every way you could. His hand moved to the small of your back pushing you toward him, your legs moving to cradle his hips, a long, low moan escaping from the back of your throat when you felt him against you through his trousers. You wanted more, you wanted everything.

Sensing your agitation, something altered in John's actions, there was an urgency that hadn't been there before. He kissed you, hard, almost swallowing you in his passion. You knew your lips were bruising but you didn't care. The only thing that mattered to you was him. The hem of your chemise was pushed up your thighs, past your waist and over your head, then tossed over his shoulder leaving you naked. Gently John pushed your shoulders till you lay back on the bed, completely exposing you to his heated gaze. You tried not to feel shy but your cheeks turned pink as his eyes raked over you. His hands were suddenly everywhere, splayed across your belly, sliding up your sides, palms dragging over your breasts, the tips tightening under his touch. Little shocks shot from where his fingers traced circles around your nipples, to between your thighs where you ached for some kind of relief.

‘Do you have any idea how much I want you?'

You could only nod, knowing that if he ached even half as much as you did, then he was also desperate for a release. He knelt on the floor in front of you licking his lips as he hitched your legs over his shoulders, biting and sucking on your inner thighs. Breath hitching in your throat, you threw your head back on the quilt, feeling no more shyness, just an intense pleasure as you felt his hot breath between your legs. The memory of his mouth on you sent a flood of heat from your head to your belly, your whole body trembling as one finger dragged through your dampness, every muscle in your body going tense. Moving one arm over your face to cover your mouth you tried to bite back a groan when his finger dipped inside you.

´No-one can hear us tonight,’ John reached up to gently guide your arm away, entwining your fingers with his. ‘You don't have to hold anything back.’

A keening noise escaped your throat as he slid his finger inside you, his thumb brushing roughly against that spot at the apex of your thighs. You heard him chuckle, nipping your inner thigh, repeating the motion with his finger.

"Exactly like that my love,’ he crooned. ‘I want to hear exactly how I'm making you feel.’

His words, the tone of his voice washed over you, lighting the flames in your body to an inferno. A rhythm began, his finger and thumb slowly stroking your body and your hips rolling to meet them. The ache between your thighs only grew more frustrating with his leisurely movements. You needed more.

"John, please.' you begged.

He didn't waste a moment, using his thumb to spread you open, his head lowered and the flat of tongue swiped from his finger to the place where so much of your pleasure was centered. Your hips bucked against him, your breath coming in pants, between moans, your fingers tightening around his like a vice grip. John was relentless, his tongue, and teeth scraping, stroking and sucking that one tiny spot. With every moan that passed your lips and every shiver of your body he responded, keeping you right on the edge of the precipice, but always pulling you back. Waves of white hot pleasure shot through you, radiating from between your thighs and you writhed on the bed, your whole body aching for release. Finally John took mercy on you, adding a second finger and stretching you around him. He moved faster, the feeling exquisite, his tongue lapping at you till you were panting his name, back at the precipice again. A tug of his lips, a strong sucking motion and a scrape of his tongue sent you screaming over the edge. White light exploded behind your eyes and it felt like pleasure exploded from between your thighs to overtake the rest of your body. John didn't stop, your muscles spasmed around his fingers, your hips bucked and still he lapped against you, slowing into a gentle rhythm as you started to come down.

As your breathing started to return to normal you felt him remove his fingers from you and you almost gasped at the loss. He rubbed his head against your thigh, giving you a moment to fully recover. When you finally released his fingers, and could catch your breath, you felt John rub his hair against your thigh as he rose to stand.

John Thornton was the most glorious thing you had ever seen and you couldn't take your eyes off him, tracing your gaze over his strong shoulders and chest, trailing down to a vee that disappeared into his trousers. His fingers were at the fastenings of his trousers, his eyes boring into yours, a sensual promise to be fulfilled. Unconsciously you licked your lips when you saw how tented the front of his pants were. He growled your name, his fingers working frantically to remove his trousers and small clothes until he stood before you naked. Your previous encounters had not prepared you for the sight of him. His cheeks turned pink as you looked him over with obvious appreciation, but he couldn't hide the pride in his eyes at your obvious enjoyment of him as a man. Emboldened you sat up, scraping your nails down his chest and feeling the power you held over him as he shivered. Not moving, he simply watched you from above as you explored him, your fingers brushing over his hot skin, muscles taut as one of his machines as he held himself back. His panting and grunting let you know he loved having your hands on him jerking every time you touched a particularly sensitive spot and you filed those away in your mind.

Tracing a path from his stomach with your lips and teeth you felt heat flooding back through you and the ache between your thighs pulsed with every strained noise he made. The knowledge of how you were making your usually reserved husband feel made your head swim. You found that giving him pleasure was as rewarding as receiving it and you would be more than happy to spend the whole night exploring every inch of his body. Apparently, his body had other ideas as you felt him twitch against your chest.

"Ouch. " he growled, looking down after you bit his hipbone a little harder than you intended.

With a wicked smile you caught his gaze, dark and smoldering, with an intensity you had not seen before.

'What are you about, wife?"

Your nails scraped up and down his thick thighs, making him shiver and groan.

'Let's just say I made friends with a woman who wasn't afraid to explain a few things to me.’

He looked confused for a moment, and then suddenly it dawned on him, and he jerked again under your gaze, anticipation fighting with shock in his eyes.

'Oh my God!’ he practically bellowed as you dipped your head and ran the flat of your tongue up the length of him.

He almost jumped out of his skin, his fingers tangling in your hair, hips jerking toward you and his skin breaking out in goosebumps. Repeating the motion you shivered at his response to you, desperately wishing you could rub your legs together and create some kind of friction as the throbbing, almost desperate need for him grew and grew. John's head was thrown back, muscles corded in his neck and shoulders as his body tensed, fingers tightening in your hair. The sight of him made you whimper, wanting only to give him more, to see him lose the control he held onto so tightly. You wrapped your lips around him, sliding down as far as you could before beginning a sucking motion, that made him gasp and groan like an animal, his hips jerking and rolling uncontrollably.

'Christ! Yes... please... just like that!' he panted. "That feels so good, harder... don't stop.’

Sucking along his length harder and slower, you felt a shiver from the base of your spine radiating through you, the sound of his encouragement flooding you with heat and pooling liquid heat between your legs. You ran your tongue over the head of him, tasting the saltiness leaking there, John keening above you. Glad of the fact you were alone in the house you pushed him, your fingers wrapping around him to join the motion of your mouth, loving the sound of him crying out.

With a sudden growl, he jerked away from you, slipping from your mouth with a pop, his whole body shaking, his breath coming in shallow pants. His skin was flushed dark red and he looked pained as he tried to calm his breath.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"God no.' he bent down to kiss your swollen lips, his tongue flicking against yours. ‘That was absolutely incredible, surprising, and we are going to have a long talk later. I just don't want to finish in your mouth, at least not this time, when I spill I will be buried inside you.’

Shivering, you grasped him around the neck, pulling him down on top of you, your lips smashed against his, your hips cradling his, bucking up desperately. You could feel him against you which only made you roll your hips harder, still missing the friction you needed.

‘Easy there tiger.’ He smiled against your mouth. "Give me a moment to make sure this isn't over too quickly.’

Digging your nails into the skin of his shoulders in response you enjoyed his hiss of pain and opened your legs wider, finally feeling the whole length of him resting against you. You felt like you were going to come out of your skin as you moved under him, rubbing yourself against him with a cry.

‘John! For God's sake!’ you panted, your head tossing against the bed as he worked his teeth and tongue down your neck.

One of his large hands grasped your wrists, lifting your arms above your head and holding them there.

"Is this what you want?’ He growled against your collar bone, rocking his hips against you, dragging his length through your slick heat and sliding against that tiny spot where every nerve in your body seemed to center. The relief of this small amount of friction almost made you sob it felt so good. His name escaped your throat in a cry that left him in no doubt as to how he was making you feel.

"You are ready for me aren't you? His voice was rough, the slow teasing rhythm he set as he rubbed against you driving you mad.

His dark head bent down, his lips wrapping around a nipple and sucking hard, your back arching off the bed us the arrow shots of pure heat shot straight between your legs, the hollow aching now a desperate need. You were writhing under him, grunting his name with every breath, begging him to do something, anything to bring you relief.

"Are you sure you're ready?' he asked softly, gazing down with such love and tenderness that it took your breath away.

You nodded, smiling at him in encouragement, you had never been more ready for anything.

"I'll try not to hurt you, I promise."

"John, if you don't get a move on, I'll be the one doing the hurting.

"Your wish is my command." he smiled, reaching between your bodies to line himself up against your entrance.

The wide tip of him nudged at you, barely breaching your body before he stopped. Your eyes flew open to meet his, about to beg him.

"Don't close your eyes. I want to see your eyes as I do this and I want you to see me. I want you to look at me and see how good this is going to feel. I want to watch you feel me inside you for the first time.

His words made your shiver, you loved hearing him speak like this, words that could never be said outside your marriage bed. You wanted to hear more, to hear him praise you tell how you made him feel and even more, to hear him tell you what he wanted to do to you. You had not known until tonight that you needed it, that his words amplified your pleasure tenfold. A knowing smile spread across his lips as he came to the same realization and he pushed into you further, your breath hitching at the feel of him. For a moment you worried you wouldn't be able to take him, feeling stretched to the limit, and then he pushed again and the slide of him against the walls of your body caused you to see stars as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

John grunted, coming to a halt, his struggle to stay in control evident in his face.

‘So tight.' he muttered, trying to gather himself. "You feel incredible darling, and I'm sorry.

"Sorry for what?"

His open mouth swallowed your gasp as he thrust forward, the sharp sting making your body go rigid. He let go of your wrists, bringing his arms under your shoulders to hold you close to his body. Feathered kisses brushed across your lips, so tender and sweet compared to the humming of your bodies. His hands cradled your face, holding your head still, his eyes catching yours with a questioning tenderness. The sting and burn had been replaced now with a fullness that you could never have imagined, feeling yourself throbbing around him in waves of sharp heat, and yet you still needed more. You moved tentatively against him, feeling him move slightly inside you and you gasped as the ache simply radiated outward through your whole body, growing in searing waves. He must have seen it in your eyes, the wonderment at the feeling of him buried inside you, the lack of pain, and the desire for more.

‘You are mine now, look at me.' you looked at him, saw the satisfaction written on his face, lips curved in a smile that only promised you more.

He pulled himself back, till only the head of him remained and you whimpered at the loss, the need for him all-encompassing. Slowly, frustratingly so, he slid back into you, moaning loudly and making you shiver with the sound of it. His eyes searched yours for any sign of discomfort and found none. His head fell to rest against yours, his breath hot in your ear and you felt him brace his knees against the side of the bed. The tension and anticipation could have been cut with a knife and it felt as though time had stopped. He twitched inside you and your eyes rolled back in pleasure. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined that this would feel so good.

"You feel like liquid fire.' John panted in your ear. 'Feels so good."

You couldn't answer, only able to nod your head in desperation as he began to slide slowly back. Every muscle in your body was tensed, your skin red hot and slick with sweat, waiting, anticipating wanting, needing.

'Tell me you want me." John breathed in your ear, his whole body stiff and straining. "Tell me how I make you feel.’

Wrapping your arms under his you gripped his shoulders, holding him as close as you could, turning your head so you could swipe your mouth across lips, sliding your tongue over his, the taste of him making your head swim. Pulling away you rested your cheek against his.

"I want you, I want you so much, John.' you crooned into his ear, enjoying his shiver. "You feel so good, incredible, I never knew it would be like this.’

He kissed you then, almost drinking from you in his passion and you gave back to match him. Your hands ran up and down his back feeling his entire body straining with the effort to hold himself back.

'Let go ' you whispered "You won't hurt me, just let go. Please.’ you begged, squirming as you tried to pull him inside you again.

With a strained cry, John buried his face in your hair, driving himself forward so hard it forced the breath from you. Just as swiftly he pulled back again, leaving you aching for the second before he thrust back into you. He set a relentless rhythm, hard and fast, his every breath a groan or grunt of pleasure breathed into your ear. Your whole body felt alive, electric as his body pounded into yours, giving no quarter. The sound of the bed scraping across the floor only served to urge him to move faster, harder, your hips rising to meet every thrust pulling him deeper and still not deep enough. You knew the noises escaping your

throat were loud and animalistic and only served to push him further, almost sending him into a frenzy. The tightly wound John Thornton had lost all control.

"Wrap your legs around me." he ordered, placing a hand under the small of your back when you obeyed.

You both gasped as the movement changed the angle of his thrusts, seating him so deep inside you, you swore you could feel him in your belly. He threw his head back with a groan of pleasure so deep and low that you shivered, the sound washing over you, primal and dangerous.

"So. Fucking. Good. ' his every word seemed torn from his throat and matched the relentless hammering of his hips. ‘You. Are mine.'

Responding with a cry, you dug your fingernails into his back, scratching like a cat, delighting in every shudder you felt under his skin. The pain only encouraged him, the bed groaning and shaking under the force of his thrusts, his back arching under your hands, the pressure between your thighs building and building.

'I'm so close.' he panted. ‘I want to feel you come around me."

He changed the angle of his thrusts, his pelvis rubbing against you with the right amount of pressure to send you crazy, climbing higher and higher, his name ripped from your throat in a chant.

"Just like that darling, you're almost there, you feel so good.'

You climbed higher, every time you thought you reached the precipice, you only kept going, his words whispered frantically, only encouraging the drumming of pleasure growing under your skin. Feeling like you would burst you arched your back, writhing under him in desperation, you almost couldn't take it anymore. John's movements were more frenzied than rhythmic, you could feel him rising to meet you at the edge. His hand slipped between your bodies, his thumb roughly dragging over that tiny nub of pleasure with just the right amount of pressure to finally send you over the edge. Screaming his name, you felt the shudder sweep from that spot to spread through your body, bursting from your skin like fireworks. You thrashed against the bed, soaring high, your body rippling and squeezing him, wave upon wave crashing over you, every thrust extending your mindless pleasure.

'Yes! Oh God Yes!’ John roared, his body going rigid, jerking inside you as you felt him release, liquid heat washing, pulsing into you as you continued to tremble, squeezing him until the throbbing arrows of heat began to subside.

John collapsed onto you, sliding out of you he fell to his knees, resting his head on your belly as he tried to control his breathing, gulping and gasping, his body still trembling. You felt boneless, unable to move except to slide a hand into his hair and stroke it softly, your whole body buzzing, even your scalp was tingling and your heart hammered, threatening to beat right out of your chest. John raised his hand weakly, grasping for yours, entwining your fingers gently as you both slowly came down.

Finally, with a kiss to your stomach, John managed to stand and you watched him from heavy-lidded eyes as his legs seemed to shake for a moment. You lay there as he cleaned himself off, before coming back to you with a damp cloth. He stopped for a moment, looked stunned and then started laughing. You felt languid and spent, the sweat on your skin drying in the air, letting your body cool off. Stretching slowly, you hummed in satisfaction, curious but unable to muster the strength to lift yourself up. The mattress dipped as he sat down beside you, still chuckling as he slid the cloth gently between your legs, taking care not to apply too much pressure. You could already tell you would be sore the next day.

"What's so funny?' you whispered, the effort to talk seeming too much.

John continued to take care of you, wincing as he wiped away the small amount of blood, a reminder of his invasion of your body.

'The bed has been moved clear across the room." he smiled, shaking his head.

'Wait, are you serious?" That had gotten you to move and you slid to sit up beside him, eyes widening at the clear drag marks in the wood of the floor marking the progress of your bed.

"Well, I guess there's no hiding that.’ You laid your head on his shoulder as you laughed. ‘There's no denying your strength, husband, though we might look into a very large rug before we destroy the floor completely.’

He laughed, bending over to kiss your head before standing and walking back to dispose of the cloth Taking the opportunity to admire him while he poured a glass of water, you raked your eyes over the smooth skin of his back, a rear end that you wanted to take a bite out of and thighs so strong and thick that they threatened to burst the seams of his trousers every time he moved. That this man was yours still boggled your mind, and the hidden depths of his passions overwhelmed and excited you as you realized you would be able to spend the rest of your life with him.

‘What are you staring at?" John questioned as he turned, giving you the chance to appreciate the front of him.

A flush covered your cheeks as you raked your eyes over him, reminded of the way he had felt moving inside you. You already wanted to feel that again.

"I'm staring at you, John. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?’

He ducked his head, face turning red at your blatant admiration for his body, walking over to bring you water, he pulled the bed covers back and climbed in, laying back against the pillows his arms open to you.

"Come here to me, wife." he crooned, pulling you down to cuddle against him, his arms wrapped around you tightly.

"I love you.' he whispered, nuzzling your face with his.

You reached up to run a finger down the bridge of his nose, all sharp angles and strength. You harbored a secret love of this feature of his face, he hated how big and long it was, but you thought it gave his face character and you never got tired of admiring his profile.

‘I love you too,' you rested your head on his chest, the beat of his heart a comfort under your ear.

You had yearned for this moment, to lay wrapped in his arms, shutting the rest of the world out. Just being with him.

"Now then, you have some explaining to do.' he admonished with a laugh.

Giggling, you pressed a kiss to the skin over his heart before you spent the rest of the night telling him exactly what you had learned and then showing him as the sun rose.

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