A fire was blazing in the hearth. The air in the room was warm. Anna woke with the sheets tangled around her legs, a languid warmth spread in her limbs. John had been incredible. He had welcomed her to the warmth of the fire as she returned from her late bath, laying her on the bed and kissing every inch of her. Taking his sweet time, in his own gentle, passionate way. By the time his head dipped between her thighs she had trembled with need. She panted and moaned, clutching fistfuls of sheets in her hands as he loved her with his mouth. She had cried out as she peaked, and had drifted off to sated slumber to his kisses, held in his embrace.
She turned her head to look at him. He was sleeping, the sheet only covering him from the waist down, his hair tousled. He looked so peaceful. Boyish, even. Her heart swelled. Her eyes tracing the lines and contours of his face lovingly. She had to be tactile in uttering her feelings. It always embarrassed him but she found him beautiful. He moved her, his whole physical being as well as his soul. She loved him with all her heart and wanted him with all her body.
She felt a rush of desire, a need to spoil him like he always did her. She lifted her hand to caress his cheek, his neck. He never flinched but she could tell he registered her touch from the way his face seemed to relax and the ghost of a smile appeared, even in sleep. She trailed her hand lightly farther down his body, across his chest, resting it over his heart before continuing down. Her fingers dipped below the sheet to slide over his manhood. He came alive against her fingertips, intensifying the ache she felt low. She kept stroking and caressing him, drawing a soft moan from him as he lifted his hips. His arms wrapped around her as he woke, drawing her against his body, whispering to her. "What are you up to, my angel?"
"I need you, John..." she breathed against his ear, shivering as he twitched in her hand. He was so hard.
"Sit up and face the headboard," he rasped, and she nearly fainted from desire.
His warm hands gently lifted her hips as he came up behind her. Her hands reached to clutch the headboard as he pulled her against him, one hand cupping a breast as the other slid down her body to rub her. His lips and tongue trailed on her neck and shoulders as his fingers slid over her. He groaned when he found her warm and slick. She moaned. With a nip at her earlobe he positioned himself, his hips slowly pushing into her. She whispered her lust and approval, making him go faster, harder, his strong hands gripping her hips. They were both lost to their need and desire for each other, she pushing back into him the more he took charge. His hand drifted to her centre again, making her legs shake as she climaxed, her cries his undoing as he buried himself in her.
Panting and sweating, they fell against the sheets. He pulled her in tight, and they kissed until sleep took them once more.