Soon her ministrations won over his insecurity, Rose noted with triumph, and his body relaxed while a rather specific part of him grew rigid. Not willing to wait any longer to get what she wanted, no, needed she climbed on top and slowly impaled herself on him.
As her hot core bathed his hardened flesh he cried out and grabbed her hips pulling her further down onto him.
Lifting up she almost completely released him before sinking back. Each time she slid home he gasped and arched beneath her, his eyes wide and his jaw tightly clenched. Letting her lead for a while, John felt like he was being slowly boiled alive by her molten heat. It was a strange, heady mix of pleasure and an almost unbearable tension building in him that lead him to roll them both over, still entwined with him now on top.
Listening to the primal rhythm in his head he slowly pulled out before rushing into her ever tightening embrace. Encouraged by the way she clung to him, her nails digging into his back carving her passion onto his flesh, he picked up the pace.
Soon he was almost slamming into her as a his spine seemed to fill with tendrils of fire starting at his neck and burned its way down to his hips. As he was once again bathed in a fresh scalding hot rush of moisture from her as screamed and tightened around him. Soon he was shaking with release, his thrusts erratic and almost convulsive as it felt like his very soul had been emptied into her.
Worried that his weight would crush her he started to move off of her body. But her legs and arms were still tightly wrapped around him and he could only roll over onto his side, taking her with him.
Kissing him once Rose finally let him go and curled up next to him, her back pressed against his chest and was instantly asleep.
John watched her give herself over to oblivion with a sense of wonder and an increasing level of worry as he replayed the recent events in his mind. He had hurt her. She had screamed when he had pounded into her!
The panic that he had caused her pain would mean that as soon as she recovered she would leave him, sent him out of the after climax bliss he had felt into a state of horror at his actions.
Fighting the tangled sheets he stumbled out of the bed he ran into the bathroom and examined himself in the mirror, looking for signs of her blood on him. Finding only deep scratches from her nails, signs to him that she had been in agony, he turned on the shower to full blast hot taps on full and stood under the spray.
Thinking frantically, he tried to soothe himself that she had initiated this all, she had spurred him on! But he couldn't quite bring himself to let go of the guilt. Didn't matter who started it, he yelled in his mind, you hurt her!
Rose woke sometime later, stretching out luxuriously she reached for her new lover and found the bed empty. She yawned as she opened her eyes to look for him. She could hear the shower going and see the steam curling out from under the bathroom door, and she smiled.
They had worked up quite the sweat, she grinned, then sitting up she swung her legs over the side of the bed and went to join John in the shower.
She had expected to slide in with him and maybe work them both back up to a fit state. But when she pulled back the curtains to find John sitting on the floor of the tub, curled into a ball she put that thought immediately out of her mind.
The water was still blazingly hot so she turned the taps off before reaching out to him, "what's wrong love?" she cooed as she climbed into the stall to enfold him in her arms and felt him shake.
"I hurt you," he replied, raising his head but not looking into her concerned eyes.
Rose looked at him uncomprehendingly, "I don't understand..." she finally breathed out.
"I made you scream," he continued, tears now forming in his dark eyes,"and I'm so sorry, please don't leave me!"
The penny finally dropped and she wanted to laugh, but the misery on his face made that impossible, "you didn't hurt me," she soothed, "and yes I did scream, but that was from pleasure, not pain."
It was his turn to look puzzled,"you mean you enjoyed that?"
"Oh yes," she grinned wickedly. Then reaching up she grabbed one of the towels, "come out of there and come back to bed."
Rising to his feet John took the towel and cinched it around his narrow waist still regarding her with a shocked expression.
Rose saw this and it made her grin even wider, "and I promise if you continue to make me scream like that, I will never leave you," with that she took his hand and led him out of the room.