John pulled away suddenly, never taking his eyes off of what he could see of her. He pulled off his boots and waistcoat and laid down beside her. “Margaret, the jury is out. What verdict shall they render?” He pulled her on top of him. His erection was straining against his clothes and he wanted the feeling of her body pressing on him.
Margaret felt heady. “Where am I, again?” She asked almost in a stupor.
“I think you were falling in love.” John responded, pulling her face to his.
Margaret had a glimpse of the right verdict. She said, “I think I am guilty. Do you think I shall be hung?”
That almost broke John’s concentration. “I sure hope so and I am just the man to do it.”
“Tell me,” she said, “would you rather be hung or off with your head? You know, the one without the brain?”
That did it, John flipped her over and laughed while rolling partly on top of her. “I shall certainly go for the former and I think you shall too. At least that is my life’s wish.”
Margaret gasped as John sought her breasts with his tongue. She hoped he would never stop. They seemed to be aching for his attention.
John swept her back up to a sitting position and started to unbutton her clothing. But then he let his arms fall. Reality came back to him and wondered where her fears may lie having been raped. “Margaret, I love you. I love you like I have loved no one ever in my life. I want you. I want all of you. I want every piece of you and not for just a night. I want you forever. I am so anxious to pleasure you that I had momentarily forgotten what fears may be lingering. I know I am probably too rough or too fast because I want to love you so much. But most of all, I do not want to compound any doubts or bring back bad memories to ruin what we have. Tell me what to do.” John said in a very sincere voice.
“John, I am guilty as charged. I am ready for whatever the court deems necessary to pleasure me.” Margaret was glad for the dark. She was blushing shamelessly.
John kissed her tenderly. How could he say thank you for the gift he was about to receive and bestow. He calmed himself and returned to all of her buttons and snaps and laces. He could feel Margaret struggle for the buttons on his shirt. He helped her and just pulled it over his head.
Margret found herself staring at his magnificent chest with its fine light coating of hair. The moon had moved enough and was beginning to fill the room. She paid no attention to his struggles with her clothing; she just wanted to run her hands across his very male breast and abdomen. She was dazed. She saw John smiling. He was happy that she found great approval in his body. Becoming conscious of his efforts, she rolled out of the bed and stood on the floor finishing where John left off. Suddenly everything but her underwear pooled to the floor. She closed her eyes and held her breath while she pulled the rest off. She stood there in the moonlight with her eyes closed afraid of what she might see on John’s face. He had had so many women she felt she could easily be a disappointment or even . . . compared to Lucia. When she opened her eyes finally, John was naked standing just about in front of her. He put his arms on her shoulders and stood her away from him and looked her all over her. He sighed with such delight Margaret felt she could expel her breath.
“I did not know God made such beauty,” he said. “I have been with many women and knew what to expect, but I did not expect this . . . this stunning gift that you give me tonight and I hope forever. You take my breath away.”
Margaret could do nothing but look John straight in the eyes. She was so worried about pleasing him that she did not think to look at her gift, but she knew he would be perfect anyway.
John pulled her to him, letting her acquaint herself with his body while he pulled the pins from her hair. He kissed her tenderly while pulling her buttocks tightly against him. She moaned and John felt her knees begin to waver. He picked her up and gently laid her on the bed.
Take me, she silently pleaded to herself, too ashamed to speak the words of her body.
He did not do that right away. He moved down her body while holding her wrists and met the crevice of her breasts. She
arched. He smiled. He started licking the top rounding of her breasts and her little gasps started. He knew he would not torture her this first time. Those wonderful times would come when she was fully aware of all the feelings she could have and then he would have more to give her. He circled each nipple and then suckled from her. John could feel her breasts lifting up and down from her rapid breathing. John knew he not only had the woman of spirit but the woman of passion. All his prayers were answered. After nibbling her breasts, he slid back up for more sweet deep kisses. He pulled one of her hands away from his hair and encouraged her to touch him.
“Oh my God,” he heard her whisper.” He kissed her deeply and ran his hand down to the center of her legs. She stiffened which he expected and gently and ever so slowly nudged them apart. He felt her moistness and he knew they were there. He left his palm covering her and slowly messaged her womanly folds.
Margaret was on fire. Holding John’s penis in her hand was extraordinary, she thought, but then her mind would run back to where he was engaged. She felt herself starting to build into some crazed desire. The red book went out of her mind, she did not know what to do now.
John kissed her breasts again and then continued down. He raised up and slid between her legs and returned to kissing all of her. Margaret was starting to writhe and arch.
Without warning, she felt his tongue feeding from her most private parts. The sensation overwhelmed her embarrassment. “John, what are you doing to me?”
“John lifted his head and said, “It is not what I am doing to you but what I am doing for you.” “And myself,” he added. “Please just relax and allow me this pleasure for both of us. Do not hold back on anything, just let everything flow over and through you. I said I wanted to love all of you and I meant it.”
With the next suckle and lick, Margaret strangled out a small sob. She arched and gasped and moaned. John could tell she was far from finding the end of her orgasm. He positioned himself for entry and found she wanted to assist. He readied himself for her reaction to his size and took his time.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No, please take me. I need you to fill me. I need something and I know you must know what it is.” Margaret tried to arch up to him.
John worked his stroke slowly ensuring her moisture was enough for him . . . and it was.
“Oh John!” she cried.
He loved her calling his name. He thrust into her soft warm sheath. Her contractions that held him from pulling out where heaven sent. He wanted it to last and last but he knew he was at the end of his control and his Margaret was too. She was at the brink of her climax; everything within her was tensing for the eruption. As John took them over the edge he felt her legs quivering.
“John,” she shouted. God how he loved her and her love sounds. The shouting was replaced with softer moans that just continued and her descent lasted a long time. John felt his chest swell again from the pride in his ability to make her pleasured the way he seemed to be doing. He could not withdraw for a long time as she was struggling to come back to consciousness. He thought to himself how incredible lovemaking was when you were in love. It far surpassed anything other sensual feelings he had ever experienced.
John rose up and looked into her face but held back his kiss because of the smile she had. She was smiling with her eyes closed, rolling her head from side to side.
“John, there are no words.”
“I know, Margaret. I know . . . but not until tonight with you.” He leaned down and kissed her and she pulled him hard to her.
“I love you, Mr. John Thornton.”
“And I love you, Miss Margaret Hale.”
“When did you think you were falling in love with me?” Margaret asked as she rolled onto her side and looked into his face.
“Oh, I am fairly certain it was when I met you and Tawl outside the courthouse. I was quite interested in your from our first introduction and even inquired to Miss Leeds for more information about you. She did not give me much, just so you know. But I think when I met you outside the courthouse that seemed to solidify all my thoughts of you. I feared for the first time in my life that you would not let me try to win you. Your secrets at that point were keeping you from living and you would not let me break the shell. Well, I think you heart is out of the closet. What do you say?”
“I think she is out in the bright full day and wanting more sun.”
“More?” John smiled, rolled her over on her back and kissed her deeply again. “Surely, all those books You are reading have told you that we men need a little bit of time to gather more sun.”
“John, how can I thank you for bringing me this incredible pleasure and bringing my life back to me?”
“I only know one way you can thank me.”
“Whatever it is, I shall do it,” Margaret said.
“Will you marry me and make my life complete?” John stroked her cheek and looked deeply into her eyes as he spoke.
“If you would not mind a small private ceremony?”
“Small and private or anyway you want as long as you say ‘I do’ at the right place.”
“I love you Master Thornton.”
“I love you Madam Hale,” John said laughing as he felt a pillow slam into his face.