Chapter 32

Rated M for Mature Content because I know you have been waiting for this and probably think I can't write it. LOL.

You can easily skip this chapter if you are not comfortable with sexual situations. Just come back for chapter 33 then!

The reception ended for Jon and myself around 2 am. The others were still having fun but we wanted to be alone for a while. Especially Jon wanted to have some time with me alone, and it wasn't just sexual.

We closed the door to our room and were in each others arms all the way to the bed where we dropped down laughing like little kids, touching each other and just wanting to be close.

I was especially eager and it was Jon who stopped me.

"Slow down Sam. I want to savor each second of this night with you. Gosh, you are my crazy, beautiful wife now. A part of me can't grasp this idea yet. It is like I see that ring on your finger, the one on mine, and damn, we are really married. You are mine. Finally. So baby there is no need to rush tonight, because the story so far has been a roller coaster and I want to take it slow tonight."

The whole time he was moving his fingers over my arm, touching my neck, a real sensitive spot on my body and it gave me goosebumps.

"I have to admit Jon, I am so scared. Everything changes now and I am really scared about what will happen come Monday."

"Nothing will happen between us when the doors are closed Sam, I promise you that. As for the rest, well I will never leave your side each step of the way. I will take care of you, and you know that I will think nothing less of you when you decide to not go on the road with us, not work with WWE. But shut up with that now, because unless you are afraid of what is about to happen, I don't want to hear the word scared tonight." "What do you want to hear?" I asked suggestively, loosening his collar a little bit.

"You screaming my name Mrs. Good."

"Oh Mr Good, I will try my very best."

He kissed me and moved his hand in my hair, beginning to take out the clips and needles in it. "How many are there?" he growled after a while.

"Not many more, let me help." I helped him getting rid of the last ones and when my hair was finally loose he pushed his hand through it. "I love your hair, wild and free." he mumbled kissing my throat.

"And fluffy."

Shut it Sam, not the time I told myself. Really not the moment to make fun.

Jon stopped and looked up. "Whoever did this stupid Dean "Fluffy Hair" Ambrose collage is going to pay." he warned.

"No, I like your hair all wild and free." I gently pushed my fingers through his hair. It really was kinda long by now, but he rocked the look.

"I'll show you wild and free, wife."

He got rid of his Jacket and ripped his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. "Oh Jon, so strong." I cooed and once he was only in his trousers he came back on the bed giving me the opportunity to enjoy his muscles up close. I would never grow tired of the feeling of my hands on his smooth skin. I loved his arms, they were perfectly sculpted, not too much, not too skinny. They were honestly made for arm porn. I loved his six pack which he hid under his shirts in the ring most of the time, unless Sheamus did a number on him. I appreciated his nipples, and I wanted to show him that so I gently bit his left nipple, making him groan.

"What about slow Sam?" His voice was hoarse and deep and sexy.

"Oh I go...soooo...slow..." I said, kissing a trail across his chest to his right nipple, biting it as well.

"You really wear too much. Get up wife." He pushed me away, got up and pulled me off the bed.

He turned me around hugging me from behind, running his hands over my shoulders, down my rib cage over my belly and up again to the zipper of my wedding dress.

He opened it in one swift move pulled it down my shoulders. "Please tell me you wear at least panties!" he growled once he realized I wore no bra. "The dress has a build in bra Jon. As for the panties, go and find out."

Oh and he did. He pushed the dress over my hips to find a little nude colored panty there. "Thank God." he mumbled, kissing the little dent just over my ass.

"No, thank Good." I whispered and shuddered when he moved his kisses further down.

"Step out of the dress and get on the bed." he commanded and I followed his order without question. I lay down on my back, head on the pillows looking up at him in only my nude panty and my white stocking. The shoes I had already lost on the way in.

Jon looked at me and started to open his trousers, slowly pushing them down over his legs stepping out of them in the same motion and now he was only in his boxer briefs, black and fitting.

He jumped on the bed beside me and for a moment I feared the frame might collapse.

But it didn't and Jon rolled on me, pinning me gently to the mattress with his weight.

"I am not sure about the stockings yet Sam." he mumbled as he moved down my body to the stockings.

"Other men love them." He looked up. "I am not other men and you are not other women. Never ever." He pulled one stocking down, then the other. He was getting a bit impatient, his erection clearly showing through his boxer briefs.

"What about slow?" I asked a bit breathless. "Fuck that." he growled then he was over me again, grinding his hips into mine, rubbing his erection against my clit.

"Stop playing Jon." I moaned and I didn't have to tell him twice. He got rid of his boxer briefs and I got rid of my panties and when we were finally skin on skin he stopped before entering me.

"This is our first time as husband and wife Sammy. I love you." and then he pushed into me consummating this marriage properly.

He rocked his hips gently but thoroughly at first, each stroke long and deep but I was wet for him and he really couldn't hold back much longer. I pinched his firm ass and told him:"Fuck me Jon."

That was all it took for him to start pumping into me in a quick pace.

And it didn't take us long to reach our climax together.

He didn't pull out immediately but kept himself inside, looking into my eyes.

"Now we are properly married and this was the one custom I truly liked about the wedding."

My hand gently massaged his neck, where his hair curled slightly.

"Agree with me." he growled which made me laugh because he quoted Roman after their WM 30 win.

"I agree." I laughed softly and was rewarded with a kiss.

AN: Bella315 and I are back from our Wrestling Weekend in Rotterdam. The show was great, we had so much fun, and we saw our man, DEAN FUCKING AMBROSE! Yay.It was a great evening, we bounced some story ideas around (which I will feature in later chapters) and I guess Dean gave us a lot of new ideas and we were kissed by our muse, lol.

I will try to catch up and upload more soon, sorry again for the long, long wait.