"Jane! JANE!" Rochester growled.
His twisting and quaking form sent a sleeping Jane into awareness just before the garbled shouts. As she tried to orient herself, panic engulfed her mind with the fear that something dreadful must have happened to pull her out of sleep. She felt Rochester turning roughly beside her, pulling the bedsheets with him.
"Jane! Oh, please. Please do not go! Jane! My Jane. Jane. Jane." His words are huffed out like a string of whimpers.
Her sleep-clouded brain took hold of one word: nightmare.
"Edward," Jane said soothingly with a hand slowly caressing his right arm.
He thrashed again and she pulled back — afraid he might accidentally strike her.
Like one might a child, she hushed his cries gently. Waiting for him to come back to himself and her. She shakily put a hand to his arm again, sliding it to his chest when she judged it safe.
"Edward, I am here. Please… You must calm yourself, my dear."
She felt the moment he awoke with her hand on his chest - her fingers threading through his chest hair - as he became completely still. Sharply, he jerked her hand from his chest and pulled it to his mouth.
In between kisses to her palm, he moaned her name, "Oh, Janet. Jane… my Jane.."
She smiled, elfish in her relief. She was unbothered by what some might consider a nuisance. A disturbed slumber was nothing to her. She would endure a thousand restless nights so long as she spent them with him.
"Yes, Edward, all is well. You were dreaming."
Jane moved her upper body over his kissing his cheek in reassurance. He placed his hand behind her head to hold her steady. She fell into him like the warmest blanket. Chest to chest, she felt his heart beat ricochet through her body. Their bodies only separated by her thin shift. She shivered at the delicious closeness.
"Jane, my love, my little wife, say you will never leave me."
Though she has said it many times before, she never begrudged him for asking her again.
"Edward Fairfax Rochester, I shall never leave you, and I never shall want to leave you. You make me whole." Jane said this with her cheek pressed to his and her lips an inch from his ear.
"Jane," he groaned. "You can never know what you are to me."
She kissed his cheek in response, then trailed light breath and lips down to his jaw, over to the corner of his mouth, and, finally, found his lips.
Rochester groaned into her mouth. With an alacrity no one would put to his age, he grabbed Jane by the hips and sat her atop him with her legs astride. Quickly, he ruched up her shift and pulled it over her head. Aching to see and feel her, he pulled back the covers. Thankful that he slept in the nude as her warm and smooth skin is instantly pressed to his. And, all the while, he barely broke contact with her delightful mouth.
Jane's nipples pebbled in the cold bedroom air as Rochester leaned back on his elbows to take in his naked wife, caressing her thighs that are so snugly resting on either side of his torso. Her hair was coming out of its braid, framing a face with burning eyes that hold so much desire it made his cock weep. Her mouth was red and swollen by his kisses. His eyes traced her form down her regal neck and delicate collarbone to her pert little breasts - sloped and pointed - begging for his lips. He followed the fine lines of her torso to the apex of her bent thighs, nearly hidden by her maiden hair and his waist, where her dusky lips peaked slightly, delicately.
"Edward…" she sighed - flushed with desire.
With a hand beneath her jaw, thumb and fingers holding her cheeks, he brought her open mouth to his. Licking against her tongue and biting her lips - wanting to swallow her whole - to keep her here forever.
What he wants most is her devotion. He wants her panting his name and peaking with violent affection. He wants to be the instrument of her pleasure.
She ground against him as he deepened his kisses and teases her with rough fingertips that skim around her breasts and shoulders and down her arms - never lingering, never satisfying. Little gasps and whimpers leave her as her wet pussy is teased by the hair on his torso and muscles beneath. Rochester undulated beneath her, slowly and without giving her all she needed.
"God, you are so slick." Rochester said tightly against her neck.
He ran his teeth along her neck. Then down to nibble at her collarbone while pulling her by the hip bones to grind harder against his stomach. He latched his lips to a nipple. Kissing and suckling and pulling it between his teeth - smiling when Jane responded by jumping and rolling down on him.
"Edward, ughmmf, please."
"Yes, Mrs. Rochester, come on me. I need you to come."
He was painfully hard by this point, but he craved her this way - using him without his own imminent pleasure. She rocked against him harder and Rochester flexed up to meet her. Her back arching. One hand on was on his chest and the other slid between her legs working at her bud. Rochester watched her in awe - nearly coming as she fell off the precipice and shook around him - her pussy gushing as she let out a thready whine jerking through the throes above him.
"Ugh, Jane," he shouted while his hips gave an involuntary and base thrust that met with nothing and only served to heighten his arousal.
He didn't give her a chance to fully come back to earth. Instead, he grabbed her by the waist and slid himself down, pulling her upwards until her pussy was dripping onto his mouth. He licked her from rosette to engorged clit - uncaring of the mess or the sounds he was making. Her pussy was so sensitive — she was convulsing from his every moan and swipe. He hummed against her clit and she cried out his name. His usual finesse replaced with an eagerness to drink from the gush of her orgasm. To reclaim her like he did most nights.
He began to spear his tongue into her pussy hole. Soon he was begging her to fuck down on his willing tongue. When she did so without hesitation, he went mad. Moving and laving the entirety of her sex, even dancing around her puckered hole too. Returning again and again to her little bud to suck and hum and groan against it. She was biting down on her fist to stop the wailing but still Rochester didn't let up. He was ravenous.
In the rolling of her hips, Rochester sucked hard on her clit once more and she was done for. Twitching and rocking down against him, she was eagerly riding his face while her orgasm took over, crying out with the force of a climax that traveled from head to toe and back again.
This time he let her ride it out. Groaning deeply, he licked up the additional moisture from her orgasm slowly before letting her gently hump his tongue until she was breathing normally again.
He lifted her off of him, ready to end his own torment after satiating her twice he fisted his cock.
Jane stirred beside him when she heard his groans and the slick movement of his hand.
"Mr. Rochester, let me," Jane said, almost slurring.
She moved down the bed and took his hand off of his cock, replacing it with her own. She leaned over and licked him from root to tip with her eyes on his face. When she sucked briefly on the tip, he groaned like the dying - face crumpling in pleasure. She abruptly stopped, and he looked down at her.
"I want you to fuck me, Edward," she said with her mouth hovering above him and the words caressing his cock.
His manhood jerked. In a fury, he was up on his knees turning Jane until her back was to him and she was on her hands and knees with her legs spread, bottom tilted up and swaying slightly with anticipation.
Rochester gave her no warning. He cried out as he thrusted into her warm, swollen, and soaked pussy to the hilt.
She moaned a low "Edwarrrrd" drawing it out - matching Rochester's growl.
His body was covering her from behind - his hands planted beside her - his lips teasing and biting her earlobe.
Her pussy was gripping him so much better than his hand, her cries so much sweeter than his groans, he could only last a couple more hard thrusts. Then he was pressing his forehead into the back of her head, groaning and shaking like he had been pierced in the heart by an arrow. His hot seed was spurted into her. His own devastating climax prompting her to shake with her third orgasm as it bloomed and stuttered inside her like some incredible awakening.
When he came out of her, both were so blissfully exhausted that they didn't even lament the uncoupling. They kissed a slow goodnight kiss. In moments, they were curled up into one another and sleeping soundly for the rest of the night.