Rebecca

"I thought you said you were faster than me?" I teased Jonathan as he tried to catch me in our room. I was giggling like someone who had gone mad; not that he wasn't either.

"I said that I was faster than you at some things." Jonathan retorted as he lept for me. His surprise attack left me defenseless. I think his main goal was to pull me to him, but instead he just ripped the button of my shirt off, leaving me exposed. He took in a breath to look at my revealed skin, and I could not help but blush at his wondering eyes. I was going to walk toward the wardrobe to get another shirt when he decided to take his off to. His bare chest looked lovely with muscles I could not help but to appreciate. So long ago did I see him as my friends older brother. Truth be told that I always saw him as beautiful in a strange way. His luminescent hair and pale skin made him look flawless, like he was too good to be mine.

"What are you doing?" I asked him. He was slowly approaching me with a predatory gaze.

"I thought this was how you make babies? Unless my mother was wrong." He teased. I gazed at the shirt he had left lying on the ground like so many times before. They way he looked at me now, it was like our wedding night; he saw me as a treasure that he still had trouble believing was his. My skin ached for his touch, but if tonight was going where I thought it was; I was going to try something different. No longer would I be the first one to be gasping out in vibrating pleasure; no, tonight was a night where we were equal. A small part of me still wondered if he was doing this all for me. That he would give me anything to make me happy, including a family.

"Jonathan, you know you don't have to do this if you're not ready." I spoke with an understanding tone. The room was hot with our body heat, but a cool breeze from the window sent chills against my exposed stomach. Goosebumps spread across my skin with a mixture of arousal and a cause of changing temperatures.

"What? Why wouldn't I want to start a family with my beautiful wife?" Jonathan replied. I didn't wait to hear any more of his response, I just grabbed him and couldn't wait for him to change his mind.

I cupped his neck and pressed his lips to mine. His calloused hands slid up my bare back, stopping to search for the hook of my bra. I smiled as I push him away. He groaned in frustration as I pushed him against the warm bed. I admired him in the moonlight. His platinum looked stunningly white in the luminous glow that enveloped the room. I crawled to him on the bed like a lioness stalking her prey. He looked at me with interest as I continued my actions, running my hands up his muscular chest. I stretched my body out across him and was now laying on him. I didn't allow him to touch me, this was all my movements.

I slowly slid my lips against his, relishing in their softness. After a few moments, I allowed his tongue to delve into my lips, listening to him moan at this slight amount of freedom he was granted. When I grew tired of kissing, I separated our lips. My legs straddled his hips, my bravery increasing. I ran my palms up my stomach and stopped them and my chest, allowing him to see the special hook that resided between my breasts. I bit my lip as I undid the clasp and allowed myself freedom of the cotton chamber. His slight stiffness was now that of a rock as he watched the show in front of him. I leaned in close to Jonathan and resumed my kissing, letting my chest fall against his. Every now and then, I could see the slight move of his hands as he tried to contain his excitement, loving my dominance.

Yet again I straddled him, but this time my objective was different as I ran my hands to the zipper of his jeans. Jonathan swallowed in anticipation as my hands worked on the metal. I slid his jeans down his strong legs, careful to take my time. Once the fabric was off his legs, I tossed them to the floor and resumed my position on his waist, noting at the lack of separation. My hands roamed to the tie of my shorts, then I paused. I reached for Jonathan's hands and allowed them to touch the waistline of my shorts. I raised my eyebrow at him and his fingers started to work the knots of my apparel, wanting nothing to come between us. The tie being undone, the shorts hung loose to my waist and I slid them off, kicking them to the floor.

The only thing that came between our heated bodies was the thin fabric of our underwear. I journeyed my hands up his pale legs and resided them at the part of his boxers that seemed to rebel against the fabric. Jonathan was groaning as I rested my hand against his tenderness. I smiled down at him before sliding the fabric down to witness him in all his glory. My underwear soon joined his on the floor as I could no longer contain the heat of my passion. Returning to my position, we soon were one as his hands gripped my hips to stifle his panting.

We moved together like waves in the ocean; during a storm. My hands ran up my chest and tangled themselves in my hair as my core heated in unmanageable happiness. Jonathan's hands, no longer resting at my hips, traveled up to my chest and remained still at my smooth globes. I moaned out in excitement as we continued to rock together in a rhythm mastered by our love. My palms dropped to his as I held him against me, wanting to feel the pressure against my sensitive skin. Jonathan was now grunting in the pleasure that was rising between us. My breathing was erratic as I tried to contain myself, wanting to prolong this moment.

"Harder." I gasped out in my light tone. Our skin grinded against each other with such friction I thought the fire that was in us would escape and consume us both. The longer we remained like this, the harder it was to focus on being rhythmic and not sloppy as we tried to bring ourselves to cry out in bliss. My consciousness was thrown out of my mind as all I could manage to think about was the release I desired.

"Rebecca." Jonathan moaned as his speed picked up to match mine. Pain was mixed into our movements as the speed removed the delicate pleasure and replaced it with a deadly passion. Over and over we cried out each other's name as we continued to slam our bodies into each other. The volume of our voices increasing as time ran out for resistance. My body collided into a joy like no other; stars clouding my vision. Jonathan's eyes glazed over as he continued his manual thrusts. Flame spread out through my skin at an agonizingly slow pace as we continued. Hot tears slid down my beautiful complexion as in this moment, we each other's. There was no danger, no threat of existence. Only us. Our love wrapped us up, failing to contain our screams of delight. So badly did I want to erupt in the flame that singed my thoughts of reason. My nerves were electrocuted as the last of my excruciating passion sunk into my core, joining my husbands.

"I love you Jonathan." I gasped as I squeezed my eyelids shut, fearing blindness caused by the flames.

"Oh Rebecca, I want to create this baby with you." He panted before he cried out once more. I silenced our screams by slamming my lips to his. Our mouths filled with a deafening volume. Tears spilled over my brown eyes as the fire escaped the both of us. I cried out in a beautiful exhaustion as I went limp. All the previous time we had been intimate with each other were all rushed. We never took the time to truly marvel at each other. To gaze at the love we both held for each other. No longer did I want to do that. As long as we had each other, I was going to take my time with him.

I waited for the stillness of his breath before I would speak again. A chilling relaxation set in my body, my joints becoming unhinged and liquidized. "That was different." I commented as my cheek was plastered to his sweaty chest.

"It was beautiful." He commented. I could feel his drying hands reach up and stroke my back, deepening my relaxation.

"That reminds me of our wedding night." I laughed as I lay sprawled upon him.

"Our position was a little switched on our wedding night Rebecca." He argued in friendly tone. I felt my chest vibrate with laughter at his words.

"Oh right, and we weren't on the bed." I remarked. Jonathan's chest bellowed with laughter at this.

"Do you think we did it?" He asked.

"Did what?" I responded.

"Make a baby?" He clarified.

"I don't know, I guess we'll just have to keep trying until we're sure." I teased.

"I like the sound of that."