The feeble couch had collapsed under their combined weights. They'd laughed about it heartily. Yet the mood between them wasn't gone. Anna had tried to deflect it earlier, ignoring the desire in her husband's eyes. That had drawn him out to be even more forward, rasping to her to come closer and possessively pulling her in. His kiss had been heated and unrestrained and she knew had they not been interrupted by the sofa's demise they would have been in the very throes of passion right now.
His boyish grin had faded into a soft smile, his eyes filled with tenderness and desire. How could she resist him? Not when his hand came up to cup her cheek and he leaned in to kiss her, caressing her lips and teasing her before moving to her cheek and her ear, whispering "How long until we can respectably establish a bedroom in this place, my beautiful wife?"
"Soon I'm sure. Until then, we will have to be creative," she breathed, causing him to kiss her neck with a soft groan, "or abstain…" She bit her lip to not giggle and give away her teasing. His head came up, nearly pouting. She laughed and kissed him, bringing the twinkle back into his eyes.
"Not when I so admire your creativity, Mrs Bates."
She slowly rose to her feet and stood before him, first removing her hat and gloves, then pulling off her shoes and dress. His gaze warmed her as her shift came off, his strong hands reaching for her hips to pull her closer and turn her around. With assured tugs he opened her corset, every pull, every feel of loosening creating a little dart of pleasure within her. He had done this once before, on their wedding night. She bit her lip at the memory, hissing softly as the corset finally came off and he worked on her stockings next. Pressing a kiss into the small of her back he pulled down her underwear, his hands caressing her legs. She turned around with a lascivious smile.
"You are overdressed, Mr Bates…" she purred as she straddled his lap, gently loosening his tie and collar, un-tucking his watch chain and opening his waistcoat. Button by button she revealed his chest as his hands slid over her thighs and buttocks, up her back and around her ribs to cup her breasts. He pulled her to him, his mouth kissing and nibbling on her neck while she fumbled with his trousers and pulled aside all obstructive clothing to stroke him. Moaning softly, he pressed her body to him, his hardness against her belly, as his kisses lavished her breasts. To finally feel his hands all over her body made her ache and melt under his touch.
"Oh, John…" she cried softly, as his lips closed over her nipple. His arms wrapped around her passionately, one hand travelling down her back and lower, reaching between her legs and feeling the heat and moisture there with a groan. Slowly, his fingers glided into her, over her, as she whimpered and moaned. She knew he was aching to have her as much as she ached to feel him. His hand moved to her behind, cupping her and pulling her in.
Finally, with a shift of his hips, he was inside her. She sunk into him, his strong arms enfolding her as they kissed deeply. Slowly, she rocked against him, their tongues meeting and caressing each other. They were in a deep, warm cocoon of love and desire, giving and taking, each fulfilling the other. They moved with loving slowness until every one of his thrusts threatened to push her over the edge as his movements became rougher with need. His lips found her breasts again as she voiced her pleasure. She was quaking on top of him as release took her a few moments later when his erratic movements buried him deeply within her. She felt him follow her soon after, his breath hot against her skin as it rushed from him in a moan of her name.
They were slow to come down from their bliss, unwilling to disentangle, so John just covered her body with his coat and pulled her close to his chest to keep her warm. Resting, they basked in the security of their own home, and each other.