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Chapter 35

When John woke up the sun had already moved around and was shining right in their bedroom window, telling him that it was close to noon and yet he didn't have the slightest intention of getting out of bed, not when everything was so perfect. The bed was warm and soft and Clara was still sleeping in his arms, her back pressed tightly against his chest. John thought he couldn't get any better than this.

Clara uttered a soft sound, betraying how content she was, and when she moved John became increasingly aware of his erection that was rubbing against her arse. He had woken up like this after going to sleep with the thought of how perfect she looked in her light chemise and how badly he wanted to go a step further in their relationship. Ever since that evening on the sofa John had wanted it and he had waited for the perfect moment. Could this be it?

John lowered his head to her neck and started covering her skin with careful kisses. The smell of her was intoxicating and for some reason it reminded him of home. It was his brain, remembering, knowing that they belonged together and it was the best feeling in the world and it was also strange. John remembered waking up in the hospital not too long ago, staring into her strange, pretty face, unable to believe that Clara was truly his wife. Yet he also remembered bits of the time before the accident, their first date, the proposal, the feeling of his heart flowing over with love for her. They were competing in his head, but John knew which side would win in the end. He had loved her once and there was no way of getting over how it had felt once he had started to remember.

"John," Clara chuckled softly, her voice still heavy with sleep. Oh, he'd wake her up in no time. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think?" John asked back and buried his head deeper into the crook of her neck, sucking her delicate skin a little harder and causing Clara to utter a soft moan. The sound of it shot straight through his body, making him twitch his excitement. John wanted her so much and he couldn't believe how on earth they had waited so long.

"I want to make love to you," he whispered right into her ear before he gently nipped at her lobe, "Please. I want to be with you."

"Yes," Clara breathed in reply and John decided that he didn't want to waste another second.

His hand wandered down across her stomach until he felt the silk of her knickers and he started tracing the outline of her sex with his finger through the fabric while his lips were still busy kissing her neck.

"Tell me how," he mumbled against her skin while his erection was still rubbing against her arse. It felt so delicious, so tempting, so frustrating to slowly work himself into the frenzy of arousal. "Show me how you like it."

Clara instantly reached for his hand and led him past the waistband of her knickers to where she felt already damp and she gasped when John slid a finger between her folds.

"Like this?" he asked.

"Mh-mh," she uttered and John moved his hand, slowly digging his finger inside of her, "Yes."

The hissing sound, along with the feeling of her tight heat around his finger immediately made his cock twitch in anticipation while John was beginning to imagine how good she must feel around his member. Just the thought of it was causing his blood to rush south, making him hard to the point that he was starting to ache.

Clara moved against his hand as he pushed inside her, adding another finger while her breath was coming out ragged and John could tell that she close.

"You're so beautiful, darling," he whispered into her ear before he brought his lips to her neck again, this time sucking so hard that he was sure to leave a mark. He loved her and he wanted her.

"Say it again," Clara panted heavily.

John chuckled against her skin. "You're beautiful."

"No," she keened in protest, her hips thrusting up eagerly, "The other thing."

"Darling," he breathed. He wanted so much to be inside her. "I want you."

Clara drew in a sharp breath, moaning as her muscles started to tighten around his fingers in her moment of climax and her juices came flowing all over his hand. She was still panting when he withdrew his fingers and she turned around in bed before locking their lips in a long, passionate kiss. John half moaned into her mouth, his need for her almost growing to much to bear. They both moved quickly to get rid of any unnecessary clothing and John climbed on top of her but stopped when he looked at Clara. To him she had never looked more beautiful than she did right now.

"Are you okay?" he found himself asking, "With this?"

She smiled at him in response and suddenly reached for his face and pulled him down for another, shorter kiss.

"More than okay," Clara breathed in reply, staring happily at him, "I love you and I always want you. But it's sweet that you ask."

John smiled back at her. "My Clara," he whispered.

"Okay," she giggled, "Less talking, more. . . doing."

John positioned himself at her entrance, his cock tingling with excitement the closer he came to the heat her body was radiating and finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he carefully moved inside her. He closed his eyes when the feeling of her around him seemed to occupy all his sense. How tight she was around him, how hot and wet, their bodies pressed together so closely. John thought he would never want to feel anything else.

Clara hooked her leg around his arse, guiding his rhythm as he was slowly beginning to pick up pace, driving inside her and every time it felt just a little sweeter. She countered his movements perfectly, allowing him in deeper with every single thrust and the sound of her moans shot through his body.

"Mhhhh, you're perfect," he hummed, followed by a deep groan that he couldn't stop coming from the back of his throat.

It felt too good to be true, all of it, and John knew he was slowly working himself to the point of no return when their movements sped up and Clara purposefully tightened her muscles around him, causing him to moan out loud. She held on to him the entire time, her nails digging deep into the skin of his back, the pain of it only adding to his arousal.

"Clara," he panted breathlessly and bent down to leave a sloppy kiss on her lips. He couldn't take it for much longer, the sensation was too much. John wanted her to take the reigns, wanted to surrender to her. "On top. Now."

She understood instantly and they both rolled over in bed until he was lying flat on his back and Clara climbed on top of him, immediately lowering herself back down on top of him while he let out a deep, carnal moan. She could do anything with him right now as long as she didn't stop.

Clara continued their rhythm, moaning loudly as she did, and John reached out until his hands landed on her hips, guiding her as she rode him and his head sank deeper into the pillow. Not much longer and he would come, John knew it. It was too much, too fast, too tight, all of that sending his senses into overload and then he could feel her muscles pulse around him for a second time while she whimpered his name.

"Clara, I-"

His confession of love got stuck in his throat when his orgasm suddenly ripped through him, spreading from the centre of his arousal into every cell of his body and his mind just went blank. There was nothing there but bliss while he came and emptied himself inside of her.

They both lay in silence for a long moment and John thought he had never been as happy as he felt right now. Could it really be that he had been so lucky as to find a woman like Clara? She loved him, she had waited for him and he couldn't help but love her in return.

"This was definitely worth the wait," she chuckled after a while.

"Oh, absolutely," he said and turned around to look at her. She looked happy as well. He was making her making. "But let's not wait that long for the second time."

"Definitely not," Clara agreed with a smile, but then her featured turned a little more serious again.

"I know what you're about to ask," John cut her off before she even had a chance to speak, "And the answer is soon. But I don't wanna move back in right now. I love this, I love what we have. I don't want to rush it because I'm scared it might go to ruin again."

"It's not gonna go to ruin," she argued.

"Clara," John began softly and reached out to take her hand, "If you tell me that you absolutely can't stand the thought of me staying at Missy's for another day, I will move back in this instant. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But if you still have the patience to wait for a while longer, please, let me have that. Please."

Clara nodded softly and John bent forward to place a long, gentle kiss on her forehead. Eventually he would move back in with her, there was no doubt about it, but he was also selfish and he loved his current life too much to give it up immediately. Falling in love with Clara was the best thing that could have happened to him and he wanted to enjoy very second of it.