I'm sorry this has taken so long to update-I've had to do some painting (yuck) in my house and also trying to get my daughter ready for Kindergarten, which starts in two weeks. Yes-I know she will probably cry that day when I drop her at school and I will cry, too! It seems like she was just born yesterday-time has certainly flown!

thanks, as usual, for your patience and for sticking with this mammoth story. Special thanks to Trace and Est.

JScorpio July 30, 2010

PS: I am posting this late at night and although I tried to edit/proofread, I am tired and have probably missed somethings. I will try to correct them tomorrow! Thanks

Chapter 77 Realization

Mrs. Tavington sat at her quilt, stretched in its frame, stitching at it carefully by the candle light of the room. A few feet from her lay the twins, William and Mary, happily gurgling and shaking their tiny rattles. Melanie looked up from her work for a moment to look at her babies. It was the middle of March 1782 and her infants were a little over a month old. She couldn't help but marvel at how they had changed in only four weeks—nearly right before her eyes.

The young wife smiled as she looked at the content little babies. Then she chuckled and blushed as she remembered watching William with their children. He had been so good to her and the twins, helping her out with them. She recalled during the week after they'd been born, him bringing the children to her to feed during her lying in period at night after Mrs. Wilkins' had gone home. He continued doing it when Melanie was back on her feet.

Melanie especially loved how it seemed that her husband couldn't get enough of holding their newborns. She remembered waking up several times in the middle of the night to find William gone from the bed. Mrs. Tavington would find him in the babies' nursery, usually in the rocking chair holding one of the sleeping babies. He'd give her a frown when she'd whisper a scold in his ear that he may end up waking them up when they were awake enough already through the night.

The Tavington's could have assigned one of their maids to get up with the children at night, but they didn't. Indeed Melanie had resisted letting the servants raise her children. She wanted herself and her husband to do as much of the parenting as possible, only relying on the hired help as a back up. As a result, she found herself often unable to get tasks done because of the immediate needs of the children. She cheered herself with the thought that she would eventually learn how to balance it all, and that the children wouldn't always be so dependent.

After a moment of gazing at little Mary and William, Melanie shifted her attention to the doorway, wanting her husband to be standing there. She sighed after a minute, giving up hope that Will would be home tonight. She resigned herself to hopefully having a happy reunion with him tomorrow.

General Tavington has been summoned to Camden on military business. The British army still maintained a presence in South Carolina, though it was dwindling as per the agreements made with the colonial army. William was helping with facilitating the move of personnel from this part of the colony back to Charles Towne.

Melanie thought about William and a change she'd seen in him since his children had been born. She had seen a calm and patience in him that she'd never witnessed before. He was so gentle and loving with her and the twins. Mrs. Tavington hoped that Will's volatile temper had eased. Indeed she hoped that her children would never experience his wrath—especially physically as she had so many months ago.

Still the young wife reflected on how her own feelings had changed in the last few months, particularly since the birth of the twins. She had felt more secure and at ease with her husband; more trusting of him. And she never imagined that William, the same man that she had witnessed order a massacre of rebels at Pembroke village, could be such a good and loving father. She loved watching him cradle and rock his children, acting so protective of them. Melanie noticed how she felt when he did this, how full and warm her heart and soul felt.

The young Mrs. Tavington found herself missing the general so much when he left for his short military or business trips during these last few weeks. And even though they were short, usually only a day or night or two, the girl would often find herself counting the hours until she would see William again.

Mostly, Melanie found herself wanting to please her husband. The young woman always slipped her arms around him or placed small,loving kisses on his cheeks or lips. And in the weeks after the birth of the twins, during the weeks they had to abstain from intercourse due to risk of infection to her, she found herself striving to keep Will's attention, working hard to keep him from visiting a brothel to exercise his manly needs. The man became very fond of his wife's soft hand or tantalizing mouth on his manhood, sufficient enough to keep him from visiting the village doxies. But her eagerness to please him ran as deep as her heart, as well. She relished laying in bed at night with William, sleeping safe and entwined in his arms.

Melanie could not remember feeling this much happiness or bliss for months, maybe even years. She had last felt this warm and secure in the Spring of 1778, when her parents were alive, and when she was engaged to Peter, her first love, weeks before he had been hanged. Life for her, after all these months and years of tragedy, finally felt whole and right again.

The young woman took a deep breath, smiling again, at all her thoughts and happiness. She went back to work on the quilt, working diligently at the small, fine stitches she took in the outlines of the square patches of material. After a few moments of working, she was completely lost in the task, thrilled to finally be making some progress on the blanket.

As Melanie worked along on the quilt, first one cry, then another one chiming in drew her from her task. She closed her eyes and sighed, disappointed as she had been stitching at a fairly good pace. The young woman put her needle down and rose from the chair. She took a few steps over to where Mary and William lay on the blanket fussing away. The girl dropped to her knees.

"Come now," she cooed to the twins, touching each of their little stomachs, "what is wrong now, you two? Is Mama not to get anything done tonight?"

The babies looked at her, but continued to fuss. "Now, really," she said as she picked up baby Will. "You've just been fed. You have clean britches."

She kissed Will, then picked Mary up and cradled her as well. "And now Mommy is holding you. What do you both want?"

Sitting back on the floor, she held a tiny baby in each arm, softly rocking them and talking softly to them. Both settled a bit, the fussiness calming a little. Melanie looked at both of them and smiled. "Ah, I know. You miss Papa. Yes. I miss daddy, too!"

She kissed each of their little foreheads. "Darlings, I'm afraid we're not going to see him tonight. But I'm sure he will be home tomorrow. He loves you both so much that he can't stay away from you very long. In fact, I know that he misses you!"

After another moment, the twins seemed to settle a bit more. Mrs. Tavington laid them both back onto the blanket, shaking each rattle to get their attention. "Well, we will tell daddy 'goodnight' in our prayers a little later before we go to bed," said Melanie, placing the rattles back into the tiny fists of her babies.

The young mother got to her feet again and walked toward the quilt. As she did, the babies started to cry out again. A frustrated Melanie turned back and looked down at her crying twins. "Oh, what am I going to do with you two?," she sighed aloud, wishing she knew what they wanted.

"I'm home," a familiar male voice said.

General Tavington's greeting roused Melanie from her dismay and hand wringing over her two fussy little angels. "Oh Will! I'm so glad you're home," she exclaimed in a voice conveying relief.

She ran to the refuge of her husband's arms. Although taken aback and quite surprised at her greeting, he wrapped his arms tightly about the girl.

"I missed you so much!" she cried, looking up at him, a mixture of fluster and relief in her eyes, but sincerity that she had missed him deeply.

"And I you," he answered, a smile tugging at his lips, pleased at the heartfelt greeting.

Before he could say anything else though, his wife hooked her hand around his neck and pulled his head down to hers. Her lips crashed into his, capturing them in a long, deep, unhurried kiss that left him instantly aroused.

When their mouths parted, her lips blazed a trail across his jaw, then to his ears, then his neck. It was as if time stood still for the reunited couple, both forgetting that their children were near.

Soon they found one another's mouths again, kissing deeply again. Melanie's hand dropped between them to the front of his breeches, rubbing his hardness through the material.

The officer caught her wrist, gently pulling her hand away from his crotch. His wife's lips soon found his ear, kissing it and driving him insane. "Darling, when can we have relations again," he asked in a lusty whisper.

"Soon," Mrs. Tavington murmured breathily. With that, their lips met again, kissing one another hard, sensuously.

In an instant, the loud cries of their babies pulled them from their sensual reunion and back to reality. Melanie pulled away from William, sighing in frustration.

"They've done this all evening!," she exclaimed putting her hands on her hips. "Every fifteen minutes it seems! I've fed them! I've changed their britches!"

The general was quiet as he listened to his frustrated and tired wife spout off. "I just get stitching along at a good pace on the coverlet then one of them cries again!"

"Why didn't you call one of the servants to help?" asked Will.

Melanie glared at him. Her hard look sent a silent scolding to him that said now Will, you know we agreed to do most of the parenting ourselves!

"You tend to the quilting," William offered, "I'll see to the children." He gave his wife a kiss, then smacked her behind as she stepped back toward her quilt.

General Tavington knelt down on the floor before his crying twins. "Come now, you two," he began with a grin, "You're certainly not jealous that I greeted your mother first, are you?" With that, he picked up his son Will, then lift Mary with his other arm. With strong legs, he stood back up and took a couple of steps to a nearby wingbacked chair.

Both children settled immediately at the voice of their father, looking at him with curiosity and feeling happy to be held by him. Tavington settled back into the chair, cradling each child in both of his arms, one on the right and the other on the left.

"Did you really think I'd forget to greet you?" he asked them, kissing each child's tiny head. "Daddy missed you both so much. Let me look at both of you."

He looked to his left, down at baby Will. "William, my boy," he spoke softly, "I do believe you have become even more handsome since last I saw you." He kissed his baby son's head again.

Then the officer looked to his right, down at his daughter. "And my darling little girl, Mary," he murmured. "You grow prettier and prettier every day." He nuzzled her cheek with his lips, planting a little kiss on her.

"You are Papa's little angels," he said. "I had to hurry home to see you both!"

Just then, Mrs. Sloan entered the room and noticed the General had returned. "Welcome home, General," she called. "Would you like some dinner?"

"Yes. If you would send it into my office, please," he requested, "I'm afraid I'll have to eat and attend to work at the same time."

"Oh, Will, do you have to?" Melanie asked, looking up from her quilting.

"I'm afraid so, darling," he apologized. "I've got some correspondence to look over. I won't be too long, I promise. I'll join you in time to put the twins to bed."

Satisfied with that, Melanie went back to her sewing as Will continued to cradle his newborns, enjoying holding them in the few moments he had before retiring to his study for a bit more work.

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True to his word, General Tavington joined his wife upstairs a couple of hours later as she was readying the babies for bed. He walked through the door of the nursery next to their bedroom to find his wife nursing baby Will, and Mary fussing impatiently in her crib.

"Done?" asked Melanie as she looked up at her husband.

"Yes."

"So, you're mine the rest of the evening?"

"Not yet," William said as he heard Mary crying. He lifted the dear little girl into his arms, rocking her, trying to get her to settle down. "I think she's hungry, Melanie."

Looking back as her son sucking happily at her breast, she commented, "I have my hands full with her brother right now."

The officer frowned as his daughter wailed away in his arms. "You know, you do have two of those," he said, pointing to her chest. "Can't you feed them both at the same time?"

"Yes I could," she answered, "But it's easier one at a time."

William shifted his baby daughter up to lay on his shoulder. The baby cried on still. "Uh…she's very hungry."

Mrs. Tavington rolled her eyes and heaved a frustrated sigh at her husband. "Will, all I do, it seems, is feed them. She was doing fine in her bed until you came into the room."

Will continued to pace back and forth, trying to comfort his fussy little girl. "Shhh…It's alright, Mary," he whispered, then kissed her head. "Papa's got you."

"Would you please distract her for a few moments while Will finishes up," Melanie requested.

"Of course." William began to walk the baby girl in his arms about the room. He shifted her to where he was holding her now in front of him. General Tavington walked to the wall where a painting of dozens of pretty little cherubs hung. He pointed to one of the tiny angels in the portrait.

"Do you see this, darling," he asked of his daughter. "This is an angel. And you are daddy's little angel."

He shifted the baby once more, back to cradling her in his arms. "You are the prettiest little girl in the whole world!" With that, he kissed the tiny baby again.

"You're more beautiful than your mother," Will remarked to the babe in his arms. "But don't tell her I said that. I'd hate to get into trouble with her."

His wife, still feeding their son, looked up at her husband, rolling her eyes at his silliness. "Oh William! Really!" she exclaimed in mock frustration.

William moved the baby a bit and began blowing on and kissing her tiny toes and feet. Mary cooed and smiled at her father.

The general went on making over his daughter. "Papa is going to give you the best," he promised. "Daddy will make sure that when it time for you to marry, that you will have the richest, most handsome of young men! But not until you're 25!"

"Good lord, Will!" Melanie cried. "Would you make her an old maid?"

Tavington chuckled at his wife's exasperation with him. Then his expression changed, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. "What's that? You have a secret for daddy? Well, pray tell me right this instant!"

William then lifted baby Mary closer to his ear, acting as though he was listening to her little secret. "Oh, very interesting," he said, continuing on with his little act.

He walked closer to baby Will and Melanie and spoke. "She says that she and Will would like a brother or sister soon."

Mrs. Tavington shot the general a very alarmed look. This made William laugh heartily.

"I'm teasing you darling," he comforted. "I'd like for the twins to at least be walking well before we even conceive again. We have our hands full for awhile."

"So, to try and plan this next baby at the ideal time," Melanie began, "then I am to assume you have us sleeping in different beds for the next year?" His wife could tease back as well as he could.

"My dear, you forget that I've been around soldiers and barracks for the last few years," Will reminded. "I know of a way to prevent it."

Mrs. Tavington gave her husband a horrified look. Even the very thought of it to her was going against nature. But she was curious anyway, and asked, "How?"

"I pull my yard out right before I come," he said in a low and serious voice. "I leave my seed outside your body, instead of inside it."

Mrs. Tavington was immediately skeptical. "But that takes discipline and control."

The officer leaned over and whispered into his wife's ear in a naughty fashion. "My dear, I can be very controlled."

Melanie snickered in disbelief, then gave her husband a silly smile. "We'll see."

The young mother looked down to see her baby boy looking up at her with wide eyes, no longer suckling. She gently unlatched the infant from her breast and laid the satisfied babe on the bed. His stomach full, she could tell by his eyes that he was sleepy, yet he seemed to fight it, having heard his papa's voice and knowing he was here.

Tavington handed little Mary to his wife. Melanie exposed her other breast and put the baby to it. The infant instinctively latched on, sucking hard and greedily.

The general sat down on the bed next to where his son was laying. He tickled his belly, then leaned down and kissed the baby boy's head. "Now, Will," the officer began, "Whenever papa leaves, you are the man of the house. It will be your duty to take care of your mother and your sister."

Mrs. Tavington sighed again. "Good Lord, William. Why don't you let him be just a little boy for awhile, hm?"

"Oh, very well," the man conceded. "Daddy will have to take care of you for awhile, hm?" With that, Tavington leaned down and blew on his son's belly, eliciting a faint smile and some flailing from the baby. The officer then picked his son up and crossed the room to the window. He held the infant up so that he could see out onto the lawn.

"This whole plantation shall be yours someday," stated the elder William. "Daddy will teach you all about the farm. I shall also teach you to use a sword and pistol. And you shall ride well like a true cavalryman!"

General Tavington brought the baby boy back into his arms, holding the infant close to his chest. He noticed that the little one, his belly now full of mama's milk, was closing his eyes. The man rocked little Will gently in his arms as he crossed the room to the crib. Once there, he kissed the now sleeping baby and placed him softly into the cradle.

From there, General Tavington turned, staying at the crib, and watched quietly as his wife nursed baby Mary, rocking her all the while. He smiled at his wife, his heart full of love for his little family, as he looked on at both of his girls. Will had noticed that from shortly after the twins were born how good of a mother Melanie was to them. To him, it seemed as though it came easily and naturally for her, and he loved her as a mother, and a mother to his children.

In another moment, Mary had fallen asleep at Mrs. Tavington's breast, no longer sucking. Melanie unlatched the infant gently, and noticed that her husband was now standing above her rocking chair. He had his arms out, ready to take his daughter to her crib. She partially buttoned her dress back up as William crossed the room to the cradle.

Melanie soon joined him there, where she kissed her sleeping infant daughter goodnight while the babe was still in the arms of her father. She smiled at her husband and he then kissed the baby girl and placed her in the cradle.

Mrs. Tavington walked to the door and as she turned to leave she noticed her husband, lingering at the cribs. She watched him as he gazed at his sleeping children, amazed at how good and loving of a father he was.

"William," she said in a low voice, "come to bed."

"I will in a moment, my dear," he answered. "I just want to watch them sleep for a bit. I missed them so much when I was gone."

Melanie smiled, and padded softly out of the room, leaving her husband, a man totally enamored of his new children.

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Melanie sat at her vanity table, in only her shift, finishing up brushing out her long, wavy blonde hair. As usual, she felt herself a wee bit excited to finally have William to herself, even just enjoying laying in bed with him at night. The young woman put her brush down just as her husband walked through the door.

Will looked at his scantily clad wife with a warm smile. "They're still sleeping soundly," he informed, then closed the door.

She smiled at him, then got up from her seat. Mrs. Tavington walked over to the large window as the general made his way across the bedchamber to the large, ornate wardrobe.

Once at the window, Melanie looked out into the darkness. The she looked back over her shoulder across the large bedroom to see her husband taking his uniform off. She turned back to the window and crossed her arms in front of her, closing her eyes, basking in the quiet of their room.

William gazed silently at his wife as he shed his uniform. He smiled to himself, glad for the quiet of the room and happy to be home. When he was down to nothing but his breeches, he padded softly across the room to where Mrs. Tavington stood.

A sigh escaped the young wife's lips as she felt her husband slip his arms around her waist from behind. She loved being wrapped in his arms, feeling his body against hers from behind.

"I missed you," he breathed low into her ear.

Her body trembled slightly when she felt his breath on the shell of her ear. The young woman smiled, yet blushed, feeling nervous to be in his presence.

"I always stand at this window when you are away," she said in a low voice, "and watch for you to come up the lane."

The general kissed her head, breathing in the floral scent of her hair. "Well, I'm home now," he purred, "so what are you looking at?"

"Not really looking at anything," she said, relishing feeling his arms around her, "just thinking."

"About what?"

"Us," replied Melanie. "Our family."

"Our new family?" he whispered playfully.

"Yes," his wife answered. "I think you're turning out to be a wonderful father, William."

He chuckled low, and kissed her cheek. "Tell me that again in eighteen years," he began, jokingly, "they may become defiant if they're anything like their mother."

Melanie laughed. "I have learned to keep my defiance in check."

With that, Mrs. Tavington turned in her husband's arms to face him. They kissed softly for a moment. When they broke, Melanie took his hand and led him closer to their bed.

Once there, the young woman turned to face him again, reaching up to slip her arms about his neck and shoulders. Tavington put his arms around his young wife's waist and pulled her to him. The couple began to kiss each other deeply and sensually, taking their time. Will bent down slightly and moved his lips to her neck, and she in turn, trailed kisses along his jaw line and to his ear.

"I love you," she whispered in her husband's ear.

William pulled back from her and threaded his fingers into her blond hair. She looked up shyly at him, his dark hair long and falling about his shoulders, making him look like a rogue.

He looked down at her with gentleness in his azure eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"I've waited so long to hear you say that," he said quietly. "I was beginning to wonder if you ever would."

"I think I fell in love with you on our wedding night," said Melanie. She broke away from his embrace and stepped away from him, turning her back.

The young woman felt so nervous and shy. She felt like she needed to explain why she could not tell him that she loved him before now. "I just…..well….so much has happened…I wasn't sure what I was feeling."

William caught her and pulled her back into his embrace. "There's no need to explain. I'm pleased to have heard those words from you finally."

The two kissed again, slowly, deeply, taking their time. Melanie ran her hands over Will's bare chest, then slid one hand downward. She found the waistline of his breeches and slid her hand slowly down the front of them. She was pleased to find him extremely aroused. She took his hardness in her hand and began to slide her fist slowly up and down it, eliciting low groans from him.

After a few moments of this torture, he felt near to a climax. William gripped her wrist and gently removed her hand from his pants.

"When can we have relations again?" he asked in a whisper as he kissed her ear.

"Now," Melanie replied as she nibbled his neck. "We've waited four weeks as we were advised to." She felt her knees go weak as he continued to nibble on her ear.

He soon gathered her chemise into his hands and pulled it off over her head. They stopped kissing for a moment, time enough for him to look at her naked body and admire the new changes in it since last he'd seen her nude. Her large, pregnant belly was gone, but her once youthful, flat belly was no longer so, either. Now her middle bore just a slight roundness to it, reminding him that she'd given birth to his two little darlings sleeping soundly in the other room.

Melanie moved close to her husband again, leaning into his body. She kissed his mouth, then moved downwards, kissing over his neck, then his chest, then his belly. As she did she hooked her thumbs into his waistband. The young woman knelt on the floor before William, pulling his breeches down slowly over his hips, then down to the floor.

On her knees, she took Will's stiffness into her hand and stroked it. Then she took his hardened member into her mouth, torturing the officer slowly with her lips and tongue. Will let out a low groan as he felt his wife taking his length deep into her mouth, nearly into her throat.

Tavington laced his fingers into Melanie's long hair, holding her head steady as she continued to pleasure him orally. He looked down at her as she did, watching her head bob gently up and down as she took his length in and out of her mouth. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations, and how good she was at pleasing him this way.

After only a few moments of this, as much as he wanted her to bring him to completion this way he stopped her. The general preferred to loose his seed elsewhere tonight instead of down her throat.

"Oh…Melanie…darling," the man gasped. He pulled her up off the floor and picked her up into his arms. He stepped out of his breeches pooled on the floor and carried his wife over to the bed, where he deposited her gently. The officer soon joined her, their naked bodies folding into each other on top of the sheets.

The couple began to kiss ardently again, their hands rediscovering the curves and contours of one another's bodies. William grinned to himself when he felt Melanie push his hand down between her legs.

"Put your fingers inside me, Will," she purred into his ear as he kissed her neck. But instead of doing so, he decided to draw the moment out and tease her a bit.

Tavington rolled her over onto her back and kneed her legs apart, placing his body between them. He grabbed her hands, then pinned her wrists above her head onto the pillow, firmly holding her down there.

"Oh, William!" she cried in a lusty voice laced with some surprise. He dipped his head to steal a long kiss from her, his tongue searching her mouth. Then his mouth moved to her ear, where it lingered, nibbling the shell of it, driving her nearly insane with desire. The man continued to tease her, enjoying it. He could feel her starting to move her body impatiently below his, spurring him on further.

"Tell me what you want," he growled low into her ear. He wanted his wife to beg him.

Panting hard, she spoke in a lust laden voice. "I want your fingers in me."

"You do?" he teased.

"Yes, William, PLEASE!" she pleaded.

Her husband then enticed her father, rubbing the tip of his hardened member against her wet opening, leaving her wanting him all the more. "Oh," she moaned, arching her back.

With that, he let go of her wrists he had restrained and moved his hand down between her legs. He caressed her thighs, trailing his finger tips up and down the insides of them. The girl was so aroused, just wanting him to get on with things.

"Oh….God…Will…PLEASE!," she begged, voice betraying her arousal.

"Please what?" he toyed with her further, still enjoying tormenting her.

"Your fingers," she beseeched, reaching for his hand, which he pushed away.

"Like this?" he asked playfully as he slid two fingers slowly up into her wetness.

He watched her as he did this, seeing a smile of complete relief and pleasure cross her face. Tavington enjoyed gazing as her as she closed her eyes and let her head sink back into the pillow. After a few seconds, she arched her back, then moved against his fingers.

Melanie moaned again as she soon felt him push a third finger into her. "You like that, don't you?" he teased her again.

"Oh, yes, Will," she purred. "I love feeling them inside me."

William soon dipped his head and drew one of her pink nipples into his mouth. She groaned as she felt his lips close around it, then felt his tongue swirl all over it playfully.

After this exquisite torture, she felt a warmth building within and knew she was close to the edge. Soon she came, calling his name. "Oh William, WILLIAM!"

From there he positioned himself quickly between her legs before she'd even had a chance to catch her breath after her orgasm. But before he could enter her, she reached between their bodies and began stroking his member fast and hard, making him groan. When she recovered, he caught her hand and removed it from his hardness. He thrust himself into her as hard as he could, releasing a cry of pleasure and pain from his wife.

Melanie threw her arms around Will's muscular body, holding him tightly against her. Then she wrapped her legs instinctively about his waist as he continued to drill into her. Soon his wife arched her back and began to writhe beneath him as she felt another orgasm possess her body. This brought Will close to the edge, but he held back, wanting to draw the experience out for awhile this evening since it was their first intercourse in weeks.

He pulled himself out of her, then brought his head down to claim her mouth in a slow kiss again. Melanie slid her fingers into his dark locks, holding his head as they kissed deeply.

After a moment of this devastation, she gently pushed General Tavington's body off of hers, rolling him onto his back. She then climbed on top of him, taking a moment to kiss his neck, then back to his mouth. He smiled with pleasure as she sank down on his stiff erection. From there, his wife began to move slowly up and down on him, grinding her hips against him, coaxing him to the edge.

After a few moments of this, he pushed himself up into a sitting position with her still atop him, his manhood nestled still deeply inside of her. His hand caressed her breasts as his other hand moved to her cheek. His thumb slid across her lips, which she took a moment to suck on as it did. His mouth crashed into hers again, and the two lingered in a long kiss as she kept moving on him.

Will's lips trailed kisses across her jaw, then to her ear. He whispered, "Tell me again, that you love me. I want to hear it again."

As she moved up and down on him still, she spoke, never breaking her cadence. "Oh, William," she purred in a passion filled voice, "I love you so much." Her head dropped backward, making her blonde hair cascade down her bare back. Her eyes were closed as she arched her back a bit.

"I don't ever want another man in my bed," she said, bringing her head back up. She opened her eyes and looked at her husband. They were filled with love and passion for him.

"I never want to feel another cock inside me but yours," she confessed in a lusty voice as she ground her hips against his.

Then she stopped moving on him, and threaded her fingers into his long, dark hair. She looked deeply into William's eyes, both mirroring deep love for the other. "I only want you for the rest of my life," she proclaimed in a sweet and loving voice. "Don't ever leave me, William."

His mouth took hers in a hard kiss. His hands slid to her hips as his lips pulled back from hers. "Never," he promised in a passionate whisper into her ear.

With this, he laid back down as Melanie began to move again astride him. He closed his eyes as she moved on top of him, loving his hands on her hips, feeling the movement of them.

"Harder, darling," Tavington gasped from below her, his head sinking back into the pillow, his eyes closed.

"Yes, Will," she answered in a lusty sigh. The girl reached forward and grabbed the headboard. Her breasts then fell just over William's face, and she cooed as she felt him draw one her nipples into his mouth.

The young woman began heaving herself up and down quickly on his stiff erection, loving how deeply she could feel him inside of her. It only took another moment of this for the two of them to climax together, calling each other's names as they did.

As Melanie rolled off of Will's body, he soon entwined her into his arms, the two of them quickly falling asleep in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Both slept sound and securely, glad to have finally found love, understanding, bliss, and happiness in life.