Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. This story contains various scenes that are for people 18 years of age and older ONLY.
Chapter Content & Trigger Warnings: Graphic Sexual Situations NSFW (18+ ONLY)

Chapter 25

Sharlotte woke slowly, the feel of John's lips on her neck eliciting a sleepy giggle. "What time is it," she asked, grogginess in her voice. Sunlight filtered into the huge bedroom, and all the candles had burned down to nothing.

"I think it's about seven," John whispered, trailing his mouth down to her shoulder. "Noah's probably still asleep. We should have enough time to-"

"Shower," Sharlotte said with a smile, shifting herself within his muscled arms.

"Shower sex," he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm so down."

She giggled. "That does sound like a pretty good idea."

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he stood and quickly lifted Sharlotte up, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist. Then he lowered her onto his erection and they both groaned softly as he headed for the shower.

About a half hour later, they were both clean and almost spent.

Almost.

Sharlotte was draped against John in the shower, panting for breath as the shower head rained warm water down over their naked bodies.

"Are you okay," he asked softly, brushing his lips over her temple. Her legs were still wrapped around him, and he remained inside her. Her body trembled against his. "Was I too rough with you?"

"Mmm," she moaned softly, kissing his neck as he held her. Her tongue flicked across his pulse and lapped up a drop of water. "I'm great. And no. You were perfect. I had no idea, what sex and making love would be like. I always heard it was amazing, but of course, never knew for myself. You far exceeded any hopes or expectations I had."

John groaned softly in his throat, and felt himself beginning to harden again. Sharlotte whimpered at the feeling of him swelling inside her.

His teeth clenched as his arousal strengthened. "I've had you over and over, all night long. And still... You can make me hard with just your words. I don't think I'll ever get my fill of you," he whispered, kissing along her collar bone.

"I certainly hope you don't," she replied softly, then moaned as he began thrusting his hips into hers with slow, gentle, shallow strokes.

"Reach down," he whispered huskily. "Touch yourself for me."

She shook her head as a flush crept up to her face. "I can't do that-"

"Don't be embarrassed," he told her, his thrusts tortuously slow. "I'll find it sexy, I promise. I'd touch you myself, but I need my hands to hold you, otherwise you could fall."

She hesitated still, and he kissed her lightly on the lips. "Please? I just want you to feel good." He smiled and thrusted a little deeper inside her.

Sharlotte dropped her head back and moaned softly. Slowly, her hand slid between them, down past her stomach.

"Come on," John coaxed, smiling softly. "Look at me."

She shifted her gaze to his face and looked nervous. "I don't know what to do."

"Just stroke yourself the way I stroke you," he said. "Do whatever feels good for you."

In the next instant he felt her core flutter lightly around him. Then several hard spasms clasped his arousal tightly and he knew she was climaxing. He grasped her bottom in his hands, lightly digging his fingers into the soft flesh, and growled as his eyes clenched shut in ecstasy. Sharlotte moaned loudly as she all but melted against him. "There ya go," John whispered, as he lifted her slightly and brought her down again. Her cries heightened and became more frantic, so he kept a steady, slow pace. "Don't stop touching yourself," he uttered, adding a slight thrust each time he lowered her onto his erection.

"But it's so..."

"Is it hurting you," he asked.

"N-no... It feels good—way too good. So intense..."

"Okay then. Don't stop," he ordered gently, continuing to impale her. "Keep stroking. Your next orgasm will blow you away."

She gasped when a sharp spasm shot through her core. "John..."

"You're so beautiful," he said, lifting her again. "So perfect." She cried out softly as he lowered her again. Her free arm clung to his neck as her other hand remained down between them. Leaning forward, she kissed him hungrily, slipping her tongue past his lips. He groaned as she stroked it over his and he then took over the kiss. His tongue plundered her mouth as he repeatedly lifted her and lowered her back down onto his shaft. Her walls fluttered around him again and he smiled against her mouth when she gasped.

"Mmm," John groaned, as his arousal grew even harder. He pressed her slender frame against the tiled wall. "Stroke yourself harder," he ordered gently. He maintained the slow pace of his thrusts. Sharlotte complied and instantly cried out. The friction of her fingers stroking over the hypersensitive bud between her thighs paired with his relentless thrusts was almost too much for her to handle. "Don't stop," he whispered, pulling out of her painfully slowly. He entered her again just as slow and growled against her neck when her walls clasped him snugly. He froze, not wanting her to climax again so soon.

"J-John... Please..." she panted, out of her head with pleasure. "Don't stop!"

"Shhh," he smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. "I don't want you to come yet. If this is the last time we get to make love for a while, I'm damn sure gonna give you a grand finale."

"You've already done that a few times, I think," she chuckled softly.

"No, trust me," he said, finally resuming his slow thrusts. "I know what I'm doing. Taking it long and slow like this... It feels... Well, there's no word for it."

"Mmm, well in that case... Carry on," she said in between gulps for air.

"Stroke yourself some more," he uttered. "Hard." He felt her hand shift between them and a loud cry broke from her lips as she fluttered around him again.

"Ahh, that's it," John groaned in her ear. His hips met hers and slowly receded. "Just like that. Fuck! That's it, sweetheart. Don't stop."

"I won't, if you don't," came her breathless reply.

"Deal."

Sharlotte bit her bottom lip as the familiar burn once again flooded her womb and vibrated to her core, then her thighs. She inhaled sharply, digging her fingernails into John's shoulder.

"Feel good," he asked, refusing to speed up his pace. Her only response was to dig her nails in deeper and moan deep in her throat. "Come on, honey. Answer me," he ordered.

"Yes," she cried softly, as his hips bumped into hers and bounced her a bit.. "Feels... so good..."

His fingers dug into her fleshy buttocks a little harder and she cried out blissfully. "Oh, John yes! Harder! Dig your fingers in more—bruise me! Mark me!"

"You like that, huh," he teased, curling his fingers a little more and kneading into her flesh. Her walls clasped him harshly. He groaned, the cry bursting in his throat. "You're like a vice around me."

Suddenly, her slender frame went rigid and she panted frantically.

"Breathe, baby," John coaxed, maintaining his slow thrusts.

A whimper passed her lips and she dug her fingernails into his shoulder again. "John? I-I can't..." The uncertainty in her voice quickly shifted to passion-frenzied cries. "Oh, my God... John! Please!" She had no idea what she was pleading for. She knew only that he could provide the relief she needed.

His slow lovemaking didn't waver. "I've got you, honey," he whispered, his voice shaking noticeably. "Just let go. Come apart for me." He kissed her shoulder. "I want to feel you squeeze the hell out of my cock."

At his passionate words, Sharlotte felt her body explode. She screamed as the orgasm ripped through her. John covered her mouth with his and swallowed the loud cry, kissing her relentlessly as she clung to him in desperation. "Still touching yourself," he mumbled against her mouth. She nodded as another harsh spasm rocketed through her. "You feel amazing," he whispered. "I can't seem to-" He cut off as the tightness in his lower back rushed into his erection and then his own orgasm ripped through him with no warning. "Sharlotte," he uttered laboriously. He fought off the urge to roar through his release, instead shifting one hand from her bottom and flattening it against the tile wall in an attempt to brace himself through the volcanic pleasure that was rupturing in his body. He felt his arousal lurch inside her and push against one of her walls. The result had his erection re-hardening instantly and he growled from the force of the sensation. His back and inner thighs burned with the frantic need for another climax.

Sharlotte sobbed softly as her frame tightened yet again. John's shaft twitched inside her and repeatedly prodded her g-spot. She barely had time to gasp for air before her body erupted once more. She cried out, almost weakly, and sobbed into his neck while her slender frame convulsed against his muscled one.

John succumbed to his second climax then and failed to muffle the shouted curse that tore from his throat. He gulped in some air and then thrusted against her slowly as his seed spewed into her womb with such force it made her whimper in satisfaction.

For a couple of minutes neither of them could say anything. All they could do was pant and try to catch their breath.

Finally, John was able to break the silence. "Y-you okay?"

"Oh, yes. Definitely," came Sharlotte's soft reply.

He smiled and managed to raise his head enough to see her face. "For the record: I've never been multi-orgasmic before. That's the first time I've ever come twice back-to-back like that."

She beamed. "Well, no pressure, but I sure hope you can do that again."

He laughed as he shut off the shower and gently set her on her feet.

"I don't think I'll be able to walk strait for a week," she told him, laughter in her eyes.

"Likewise, honey," he replied, drying them off with a big fluffy towel. "I'm going to be thinking about nothing but the past ten hours, till I get to see you again." he chuckled then. "I guess it's a good thing I wear baggy shorts in the ring. I don't think sporting a hard-on during my matches would go over too great with my colleagues or the PG rating.

Sharlotte giggled. "That's the good thing about being a woman," she joked. "No one ever knows when we're turned on."

"Wrong, sweetheart," John smiled at her. "I know precisely when you're turned on. You flush and smile a lot, an occasional giggle-"

"Okay, okay," she laughed. "Point taken. But I'm actually glad that you know. Because you know exactly what to do about it."

He growled in his throat. "You're damn right I do." He groaned in frustration then. "Let's talk about something else. I'm starting to want you again, and we just don't have time for anymore lovemaking. Unfortunately."

She grinned. "I already can't wait to see you again. Next time you come visit, we can make some happy memories in my bedroom."

"Sounds like a plan," John flashed his dimples and kissed her softly.

Then they were pulling on some clothes and getting ready for the rest of their day.