She gasped, her body convulsing and her back arching as her orgasm crashed throughout. Her fingers grasped his soft hair as he moaned between her legs, his tongue making her body jolt with each movement, sliding across her in the most sensual way. He squeezed her thighs in his hands, lapping at her until she was more than satisfied, thoroughly enjoying the taste of her. She bit her lip, sighing in pure satisfaction as he began kissing his way back up her body.

She grasped his shoulders and rolled him over, and he smiled delightedly as his back hit the mattress. Wasting no time, she straddled his waist and guided him into her welcoming body, a groan escaping his lips as he disappeared into her warmth. She ground her hips atop his pelvis, running her hands up his chest and gripping his shoulders for support as she rode him harder.

It was in the middle of the night, the full moon shining brightly through the white curtains in their bedroom. She had awakened from an intense dream, drenched in sweat and incredibly aroused. Before either could even comprehend what was happening, they were naked and all over one another. It had happened quite frequently as of late, and she knew it had to be her hormones going berserk. The most terrifying part about it all was that she absolutely had to have him immediately, there was no waiting or allowing the urge to pass. It was a throbbing hunger that could not be ignored. She'd never felt desire quite like it.

She moved harder and the headboard began to slam against the wall, loud enough to startle them. They weren't necessarily intending to wake the house. She reached forward and grasped the headboard in her hands as she continued to move, affectively stopping the noise, and leaving her bare breasts bouncing above his face. He reached up to cup her breasts, gently massaging them for fear that they may be tender, but enjoying the fullness in his palms. She met his eyes, her cheeks flushed and her hair a mess, her lips swollen from their kisses. He nearly lost his breath at how beautiful she looked to him like that.

His hands moved to rest upon her hips, his fingers gliding gently amidst the sweat as he squeezed. She began moving faster, bouncing atop his hips, and he gasped in pleasure, his body convulsing as he came deep inside of her. His fingers dug deeply into her skin, her hips moving heavily over his as wave upon wave crashed within. Her body made him feel like molten lava, boiling and crumbling in her wake. He groaned in delight, sighing when he finally began to come down from his high. She rolled her hips gently, watching his face as she moved him through the final waves of his pleasure, biting her lip at the sight of him coming undone. She loved watching him in his weak moments.

He pulled her to him for a deep kiss, their tongues sliding together sensually before she pulled away, kissing over his cheek to bury her lips in his neck. She nipped at his throat with her teeth, her tongue touching his skin as she moved her kiss just below his ear.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but I may die from it." His words were breathless, his eyes still closed as he came down from the intensity of his orgasm. She giggled into his neck, leaving one last kiss as she raised to meet his eyes.

"I can't help it. These hormones make me want you constantly." She kissed his lips again, smiling. "How long until we can do it again?"

"You're a lost cause." She laughed as he rolled them over, pinning her beneath him and pressing deeper between her legs as he maintained their connection. He knew she liked it when they remained close afterward.

"Are you complaining?"

"Not a chance. I would love nothing more than to spend many days in bed, ravishing you until you can't walk." She gave a short laugh as he tickled her with kisses, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I can't tell if that sounds wonderful or terrifying."

"Oh no, it would be wonderful. I would give you every pleasure you've ever known, repeatedly." He kissed her lips once more before pulling out, moving his kiss down her body, between her breasts and over her growing stomach. He ran his hands over her stretching skin, kissing her bellybutton before resting his cheek against her. "Has it moved yet?"

"No, I haven't felt anything yet. I do wonder what it will feel like though. Perhaps like a flutter or butterflies." She smiled at his sweet kisses across her skin, his tanned hands contrasting with the paleness of her stomach.

"Do you think it's a boy or a girl?"

"It's a girl." He chuckled, looking up to meet her eyes, and she smiled.

"You seem quite certain."

"I am. I just know."

"How do you know?" She shrugged, biting her lip as he crawled up her body, keeping a hand upon her belly.

"I just do. I can't explain it." He smiled, running a hand through her hair, which had grown considerably since they fled Austria.

"I love you, Maria." She smiled, placing a gentle kiss upon his lips.

"I love you too, darling." She looked into his eyes, looking for the meaning behind his tone of voice. It was laced with longing, almost an apology of sorts, but she couldn't decide why exactly. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, of course. You and the children are the happiest I've ever seen you. I couldn't ask for more." She smiled, but wasn't sure she believed him. He had started a job with the English navy a few weeks prior, and ever since he had been acting a bit strange, perhaps a bit docile, if that was the right word. She hadn't been able to get him to talk about it though. All he said was that he was happy, and she supposed she would accept his words at face value if he didn't want to discuss further. He would when he was ready.

"I really am happy here, Georg. I've never felt like I belonged anywhere like I do here."

"I can tell. You're glowing from more than your pregnancy." She smiled happily, her eyes beginning to feel heavy. She gave him a kiss before standing to use the bathroom, leaving him alone to sigh heavily into the moonlit room, his naked body bared to the dimness.

He shook his head, wishing he had the courage to tell her how bored he was. He did love the knowledge that his family was happy, how they spent so much time laughing and enjoying themselves. The expanse of the Whitehead's estate was immaculate, and it was obvious that his wife and children were thriving in such an environment. Maria felt truly accepted for the first time since they married, probably for the first time in her life, and he couldn't bring himself to jeopardize her happiness and feelings of security by sharing his own feelings.

There was simply nothing there for him. The projects he worked on with the navy were basic, simple little things. While they appreciated his knowledge and opinions, there wasn't much opportunity to utilize his expertise at the moment, and he felt he wasn't doing much of anything that could be considered valuable. He was tired and ready to move on, ready to find someplace else to build their lives. But he knew Maria was not, he knew her heart would be broken if they were to leave now. So, for her, for his children, he would continue doing his very best to make sure they were happy.

"I just brought you exponential amounts of pleasure, and you're brooding?" She crawled over his body, rolling her naked skin over his to get back to her spot, and he laughed.

"Not brooding, just thinking."

"Yes, well, there's not much difference in the face you make doing either." She pulled the covers over their naked bodies, deciding that it was much too hot to worry about redressing. She sighed, rolling over and cuddling into her pillow. "You would tell me if we needed to talk, wouldn't you?"

"Of course, darling." He wrapped her in his arms, placing a kiss upon her shoulder as he held her close. She pressed her backside against him, smiling at the feeling of his body against hers as she began to drift to sleep, fully contented.

He continued to stare out the window, watching as the moon shone brightly in the sky. He had to try harder to be happy, he couldn't let himself be the reason for them uprooting themselves again.