The light fell through opened curtains in their freshly painted bedroom at the cottage. Centrepiece was their newly acquired marriage bed, currently occupied with Anna, kneeling naked, straddling her equally nude husband. The light bounced off her skin, her breasts, her hair cascading wildly down her back as she took her pleasure.

They had planned to do more painting downstairs, but having only dressed perfunctorily for breakfast—a robe for her, pyjama bottoms and a robe for him—they were in no mood to start working once they had finished their meal. So they went upstairs to dress…and forgot all about their chores at the sight of their bed. Anna had smiled with happy tears in her eyes, and he, in his inability to see her crying even for happiness, had pulled her close. Soon, her face nuzzling into his neck, her fingers drifted lazily inside his robe, eventually undoing it and slowly walking him backwards towards the bed, rewarding his compliance with heated kisses.

Clothes were dropped on the way, and John sat down with her straddling him, his hand tangling in her hair as they kissed.

"What is it, Mr Bates? Are you getting worked up?" She giggled throatily, wiggling her hips against the evidence of his desire for her.

He merely gave her a look and glided his lips down her neck, his hand in the small of her back pulling her close as his mouth settled on her left breast. She moaned.

"Who is getting worked up now, hmm, Mrs Bates?"

Her hands combed through his hair as she arched into him, tempting his lips to shower her in further nips and caresses. Soon he laid her down on the bed, shifting them and moving over her. She pulled him into a hungry kiss as his hand caressed her body, drifting lower and lower on her stomach until he found her ready for him already. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers knowingly caressed her. She whispered her need for him, which only heightened his own arousal, and pushed gently at his shoulders.

He lay back on the bed, watching her as she moved to straddle him, reaching for his length and caressing him. His eyes closed as he arched his hips into her with a groan. She sank onto him slowly, locking eyes with him again as he opened his, breathing his name. His large, strong hands lay on her hips, guiding her, following every one of her rocking motions as he watched her, entranced, consumed with sensual enjoyment.

After a while he pulled her down, enveloping her in his arms, their tongues meeting in a fiery kiss as he moved inside her. Her soft lustful cries filled his ears as he thrust harder, nearly coming undone from seeing her so uninhibited. Losing control, he passionately kissed her, pressing her into him as his rhythm increased, triggering her own release moments before he followed her.

Afterwards she lay on his chest, both panting and glowing from their exertions. He tugged the sheets over them, tenderly stroking her hair and back while her hand caressed his cheek and neck. It was time to resume their house renovations and make the most out of their day off but for these few moments all that mattered was each other.