Chapter 32

A/N Quick warning the beginning of this chapter is rated M. I know this chapter isn't as long as some of the others but I wanted to give you all one more happy chapter before I brought on some more drama. Again thank you all for sticking with this story for so long and all of the lovely reviews.

The following morning Anna woke to find John was still fast asleep. That was a first. Though she supposed that was partially her doing. He usually woke long before she did. But last night they had sex on more than just one occasion. Apparently neither of them had quite had their fill, and sometime around one in the morning when both had risen to clean themselves up they decided to have another go. This time it was Anna who had taken great pleasure in teasing and fondling her husband before sucking him off.

Even now after all their exertions, just thinking about the night before was making her very aroused. John was still sidled up next to her with his arm and hand protectively wrapped around her waist. His naked body was pressed against hers and the soothing touch of his chest hairs covering her back was simply divine. She could hear his gentle snores drifting into her ear. He was most definitely asleep, but one part of him was not. Anna wondered with a wicked grin if they could sneak in one more bedroom excursion before Aidan woke up.

She began moving her bottom up and down, gently rubbing his erection between her butt cheeks. Anna felt him pull away slightly only to have him ease back into her touch as he settled back into sleep. Her movements caused him to groan in his sleep, whether it was out of pure enjoyment or frustration she couldn't quite tell. But Anna was sure John would love being woken up like this. She guided his hand up to her mouth and began sucking on his index finger and sure enough John's lower half jutted out towards her with purpose.

"Wha-, Anna?" He mumbled as he began to wake. "What are you…?" The most wonderful sensations began flooding his lower half. John could barely string words together, let alone thoughts. His mind was still in a fog and desperately trying to catch up with his body's response to her movements. "Ohhhh, don't…" he tried to protest, but failed.

She let his finger fall from her mouth with a popping sound. "Don't what?" Anna asked pretending to have no idea of the effect she was having on him. Oh but she was very much aware. She could feel his searing hot tip poke her backside, beckoning for permission to enter. And Anna was more than willing to let him. It seemed that marriage had only increased her desire to be taken by him.

"I'm not even fully awake," the words came tumbling out quickly. It was a rather weak argument.

"That's not the way I see it," she argued playfully. Anna knew full well that morning wood was a common physiological response among men. But they were married now, and while she may not have had the chance at a proper honeymoon, Anna fully intended to make the most of it. Her hand reached behind her, taking hold of him she gently squeezed as her hand slid down the length of his penis. John all but melted into her touch, his body lurched forward as he curled up around her. With her fingers still wrapped around him, she stopped just shy of the head before running her thumb in circles over his wet slit. An unintelligible sputter of syllables fell from his mouth, and slowly his hips tried to get control of the situation and set the pace. Her hand continued to work his shaft up and down and John's tired body was trying hard to catch up with his wife. "I thought you said you'd never be too tired for me," she said in a teasing tone.

That did it. With those words she had sealed her fate. His eyes opened wide and with a voracity that Anna hadn't expected, he took the lead. John was running on fumes; there would be no slow, drawn-out prelude like before. One of his hands snaked down the front of her torso and began massaging the small bundle of nerves nestled between her legs. John's other hand slid beneath her side, grasped at her breast, and pulled Anna's frame flush to his own. She let out a gasp of shock, clearly not anticipating such a reaction.

"I thought this is what you wanted Mrs. Bates," his voice coming to a slow crawl, as he stretched out every syllable of her new name.

Anna let out a guttural groan. The new moniker being said in her husband's sensual voice, left her insides feeling like jello. "Yes," she answered back in a low voice. Her mind was blank, all Anna could focus on right now was the way John's finger were moving in small, concentrated circles over her most sensitive spot. Her own hands had begun to slow their labored motions. She supposed it didn't matter now, judging by the way his lower half prodded her, John was more than ready to go now.

"Anna, I'm not going to last long," he warned between gritted teeth. Age had given him an edge where restraint was concerned, but John was still a man. And she was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"It's okay. I just need you, John," she replied longingly.

His silence indicated that he was still trying to prolong his motions for as long as he could without giving in to her.

"Take me now," she beseeched him.

She didn't have to tell him twice. John motioned for her to lift her leg slightly, pushed her hand aside and guided himself towards her sex. "Oh Anna," he moaned. This was their first time trying this position, Anna usually preferred to keep eye contact, but lately she had been open to trying new things. With the angle he was attempting there was a bit of resistance, but it felt exquisite as he slid inside. It was like coming home.

His nose nudged against her blonde hair and the sweet fragrance that radiated from her gave him such a rush. "You're so tight," he jutted his hips forward, "but oh so wet."

"Mmhmm," she hummed back without missing a beat. Her body stretched to accommodate his girth, his rigid cock channeled through her bringing her the sweetest relief, but leaving her wanting more. She was on the precipice and the pleasure-pain was becoming too much to bear.

The sound of Anna's mewls and moans filled the air, she erupted into a chorus that left his ears ringing and his manhood throbbing. He peppered her neck with kisses and nipped at her shoulders. "Not too loud, love," he reminded her in a gruff voice. With his left arm looped under her, he palmed and massaged her right breast. John rolled her taut nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

"Yes," she gasped between ragged breaths.

He began alternating between lightly tugging and pinching them. This caused Anna to roll her hips; taking him in further. A content purr spilled from her lips. She relished the feeling of him ravishing her insides; of the way it felt having his entire being surround her. She almost forgot how to breathe, as he drove deeper into her. The sensations he was stirring up inside her were so overwhelming she thought she might explode or faint. "More," she muttered over and over, almost sounding drunk with ecstasy.

John then moved his hand with purpose to glide between her slick folds. Like a musician playing a guitar, his digits strummed back and forth over her most sensitive spot. His hips still bucked in time as John felt the tightening in his lower half, and he was certain Anna wasn't far from orgasm. Her muscles had tightened their hold around him like a vise. Her breaths were becoming more labored and chaotic. She could feel her heart beating in her ears, the rush of blood and adrenaline coursing through her as she chased that high.

John didn't think it was possible to ache so badly for someone. The lust and desire he held for her went beyond anything human, it was animalistic. "Come for me my darling," he implored.

Her legs began to tremble and a shiver ran from her pulsing core all the way up her spine. She threw her head back and nearly screamed out his name. It's a miracle she didn't head butt him in the process. John was still rocking his hips into her as he rode out the last of his release. He held onto Anna to keep him grounded, but she may as well have turned into a puddle as her muscles slackened. Her body was finally satiated in her oxytocin induced state; a warm, fuzzy feeling of bliss overtook her.

He released his grip on her leg and let it gently come to rest against her other leg. She could feel his warm breath and wet lips just over her shoulder blade. The two of them lay there as their heart rates returned to normal and their breathing evened out. Their soft pants synched up as his chest pressed against her back.

John was still trying to catch his breath when he said, "You're trying to kill me woman."

After easing herself off of him Anna pulled the sheets up to cover herself. Now that they were separated, she suddenly felt cold. She turned to face her husband, and wiped the bit of sweat from his brow. "Why would I do such a thing when I love you so?" she asked before planting a kiss on the tip of his nose.

Sensing she was cold, he rubbed his arm up and down her side to warm her. "Alright. Maybe you aren't trying to kill me, but you are definitely trying to torture me," he surmised with a chuckle.

She smiled impishly back at him, her hand began meandering further south. Anna traced the outline of his manhood that lay there in defeat.

"Good God! Anna!" he jerked away quickly to escape her clutches. "I haven't even had my morning tea."

She giggled softly in reply. His actions so far had proven he could do quite a bit before having his morning tea. "And here was me thinking you liked it when I took a walk on the wild side," she snickered.

"Oh my darling, you don't just walk. You run." His finger traced the profile of her face. "Gallop, sometimes even," he said with a sideway smile, "but you'll not get any complaints from me."

Anna quirked an eyebrow in response. Her face lit up with mirth as she considered, not for the first time, what a sharp contrast John was from Henry. He was understanding, patient, kind, good-humored, and generous. All of the traits she hoped Aidan would inherit. And it only made her fall deeper in love with him.

John broke her from thoughts as he said, "All I ask is for a bit of warning so I can keep up." He sounded tired as he spoke, although the shared the blame in that, but he looked more relaxed than he had in weeks. Witnessing him in that position did her heart a world of good.

"Well, I can't make any promises, but I'll be sure to take your comments into consideration," she replied matter-of-factly. Just then Anna began to work herself free from his arms.

John's hands clamored to keep her in bed with him. "Just where do you think you are going?"

Anna slipped out of bed, naked as the day she was born, "Well dear husband. I plan on cleaning myself up a bit and then preparing breakfast for all of us. Can't slack off on my wifely duties on my first day." She traipsed off towards the bathroom.

"I'd say you did more than enough wifely duties this morning," he shot back. The smile on his face was frozen in place as he regarded her with the lights from the bathroom outlining her petite frame. Anna's normally pale skin was still tinged pink from their tumble in the bedroom, and her hair was a mess, but knowing that he was the reason for her state of undress left him looking pleased as punch. He was tempted to go back to sleep, but was eager to get their first morning as a family started.

John was just about to roll out of bed to get dressed when he heard his phone vibrating in the other room. Not wanting it to wake Aidan, John quickly grabbed his robe and hurried out to the living room. He saw Rob's name flash across the screen and rolled his eyes. John loved his friend dearly, but sometimes he had the worst timing. It wasn't even nine o'clock yet, and it was still technically their honeymoon. He silenced the phone and let the call go to voicemail. There would be time to catch up with Robert on Monday.

Anna snuck up behind him, and wrapped her arms around his middle. "Fancy anything in particular?" she asked.

"At this point I could eat an entire elephant," he quipped. "You wore me out in the best of ways," John added. He turned in her arms to face her and press a kiss to her forehead.

She smiled up at him and said, "That didn't quite answer my question."

He squinted his eyes a bit as he contemplated the matter, "Carbs. Lots of them. And perhaps some sort of protein. Definitely protein. I'll take whatever meat we have on hand."

"I didn't realize I'd worn you out so terribly," Anna commented.

John brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "What's the matter? Haven't had enough of me yet?"

"Never," she replied with a smirk.

"Once I get a meal in my belly and a power nap I'll tend to your needs, don't you worry," he promised. John pulled her tightly to him and began devouring her neck with his lips.

As kiss after kiss was showered upon her, Anna found that food was becoming the furthest thing from her mind. For a moment she thought the same might be true for him. Then John's phone began to buzz once more. "Leave it," he instructed when she turned her attentions to his mobile phone.

Anna glanced just long enough to register that it was Robert's name on the screen and that a text message had come through. But John was very adamant that they continue on with their little sexual excursion. "Everything that matters is here," he whispered.

She parted his robe just enough to take a peek at his chest hair and run her fingers through it. Their motions came to a halt when they heard Aidan's bedroom door open. Even though the boy had seen the two of them kiss before Anna wasn't quite ready for 'the talk' with her little man just yet. She quickly pulled the upper half of John's robe shut and smoothed her hair.

"Good morning my darling," Anna greeted warmly as she quickly turned to face him.

"Morning, Mummy," Aidan replied with sleep in his eyes.

"I was just about to start making breakfast for you and Daddy," Anna said as she approached Aidan. "How does that sound?" she asked.

"Good," he said very nonchalantly. His attentions now redirected at the prospect of being fed. Without checking to see if his mother or John were following him, Aidan led the way into the kitchen.

"Sound good to you?" Anna said over her shoulder as she began to follow Aidan.

"Lead the way," John said as he gently slapped her rear. The gesture caused her to jump a bit but John could tell from the smile on her face that she enjoyed it as much as he did.

As he watched his new family proceed to make breakfast together he felt his chest tighten with pride, his heart ready to explode with pure joy. John found it hard to tear himself away from the picture of perfection playing out before him as his phone buzzed once more. "Not today," John thought to himself. This time it rattled violently against the coffee table as it vibrated. But he was not the least bit tempted to see what the commotion was. Everything he could ever want or need was within this tiny kitchen.

The rest of their domestic bliss played out rather idyllically. John and Aidan had helped Anna to set the table and mix the batter for waffles, while she set to work making a helping of bacon and scrambled eggs. As they took their places at the table to eat their meal, John was engaged in a rather flirtatious game of footsie with Anna. Their eyes were locked on one another as their free hands reached out for the others across the table top and their fingers intertwined. The two of them shared a smile as they silently thought to themselves how much they wished all days could be like this. As he took his time to slowly sip at his coffee John reflected on the past year and the events that brought them all together. Only two things stood in the way of their happiness now: the adoption process for Aidan and Henry's meddling.

John helped do the dishes while Aidan sat down to watch some cartoons. Anna had suggested she go take a shower on her own so that they could get ready faster and spend the day out together as a family. As John scrubbed at the frying pan he heard Anna's cell phone go off in the other room. "Anna! Love, your phone is ringing!"

"Who is it?" she called out.

"Hold on!" John called back. He reached for a dish towel to dry his hands really quick and then ran off to the other room. As soon as John saw Robert's name appear on the phone display he rolled his eyes. "Rob, you have got to be kidding me. This is my honeymoon."

"I know. I know. I just wanted to be the first to say 'congratulations'," Robert replied.

"What are you going on about?"

"It's a boy!" Rob screamed with glee.

"A boy? What do you mean?" John asked.

"You're a Daddy. It's official!" Rob answered back.

"You're serious? I mean you aren't having a laugh right now?" John asked in disbelief.

"I swear on my mother's life. Matthew got the papers this morning. It's the reason I've been trying to call you all morning. Matthew insisted he didn't want to interrupt you during your honeymoon, but I knew this would ease yours and Anna's minds."

"Rob, if I wasn't so damn happy right now I'd smack you for calling me on my honeymoon," John paused with happy tears in his eyes, "thank you." Afterwards John promised to call and thank Matthew himself, but first he had to let Anna and their son know the good news.

John walked down the hallway feeling ten feet tall, this would change the tides for them against Henry. He now had a say in what was in their son's best interest, certainly just as much if not more than the boy's biological father. He walked into the bathroom to find his stunning wife wrapping her wet hair in a towel, and sporting a fuzzy pink bathrobe. The sight of her left him awestruck.

"Come to try and sneak in with me before I stepped out aye?" she said playfully. A few stray drops of water that had escaped the confines of the towel began to travel down her neck. She looked rejuvenated and her skin was still tinted pink from the hot water.

John had the biggest smile she'd ever seen on his face.

"What are you grinning like such an idiot for? And who was that on the phone just now?"

"It was Rob," John said his voice filled with emotions.

"Well that explains it," Anna said with a smile. "Did he tell you a cheeky joke?"

A small chuckle escaped him, "Actually, he called with some very good news."

"Oh, well what was it?" Anna inquired.

Happy tears began to spill from the corner of John's eyes and Anna wasn't sure whether she should worry or not. "He's ours now," was all he could manage to say.

"I don't understand," Anna said. "Who is ours?"

"It's Aidan. Matthew heard back from the court and the adoption is final," John explained. Anna gasped with excitement. "I'm a Dad now," he said as she moved to close the gap between them.

"No," she corrected him. "You've been one all along to him. This was just a formality," Anna added before kissing John on the lips. The two of them embraced one another. "Congratulations," Anna said in between kisses.

"I didn't think I could love him more than I already did. But knowing that the law now recognizes me as his father, well it just makes him that much more special to me."

"I know what you mean. I've loved him since I first knew he existed and then I held him for the first time. It was like my heart grew three sizes. With kids, your capacity to love them is infinite," Anna explained.

"I can't wait to tell Aidan the news."

"He's going to be thrilled," Anna said. "And it's good to see you so happy."

"I wish everyone could be this happy. I want to shout it from the rooftops." John lifted her up and began to spin her around as she squealed with glee. As he set her down Anna's smile mirrored her husband's. "I have a son!" John shouted as he rushed off to tell Aidan.