His mind exploded as he rocked into Jane, for the third time. The feeling that encompassed him made his knees go weak and his mind forget everything. John's guard was down, and Jane's hands were all over his back. Her fingertips were golden; they made his skin feel alive. Hell, they made him feel like he was on top of the world. This was better than after any kill. The rush, the satisfaction, the power.

Jane moaned into his ear, "Harder." With that one word, Jane's wish was John's command. He thrust into her, loving the feeling of her heat surrounding him. She was so amazing; John wondered how he had ever gone this long without getting himself sucked into this hot, slick vortex of passion.

She shivered and closed her eyes. It was coming; Jane could feel it. She was on the brink, and would soon spill over into the oblivion, enveloped by John. Her eyes shot open as she exploded, and felt John's own release. Jane's mind was blank. Utterly and perfectly blank. She rode the waves of ecstasy while John lay down next to her on their bed.

After a minute, Jane came back and rolled over, placed a hand on John's slightly sweaty chest, and kissed his ear. "Hiya stranger," she whispered, while John's hand pressed against her lower back.

John's eyes met with Jane's, and she felt herself getting hot again. "Hiya back." Then in just a second, their lips met Jane's passion heightened. She felt like her skin was on fire beneath his touch. John's lips were strong; they overtook her. For the first time in Jane's life, she loved being dominated, being protected, being loved.

John's hands were moving all over his wife's body. She has no idea how amazing she is, he thought while sweeping his tongue into her hot, demanding mouth. He met her demand and felt like staying here, in this moment, in this bed, in her arms forever.

Jane rolled John over onto his back, and John watched her, as her eyes lit up, while she straddled him. She was right over him, teasing him with her heat. His eyes locked with Jane's and she smiled. While placing her hands on his chest, Jane leaned over and began kissing John all over. His chest was peppered, his neck was brushed, and his lips scoured. He was burning all over from her touch and loved the sensation. But he wanted more. John wanted it again, and again. He wanted her, over and over again. Until he was too exhausted to think about anything.

Jane was teasing him; she'd admit it, but the loved how he quivered under her lips and fingertips. He was hers, entirely, and nothing would ever drive him away from her. Beside herself. She shook her head not wanting to think about anything but them, beneath the cream, Egyptian cotton sheets. Dragging her fingers seductively down his chest, Jane felt John breathe in and then he rolled them over.

Looking down at his wife, John was ready to explode. Wait, he told himself, just wait it out. Jane's eyes locked with John's and they told him all he needed. Positioning himself, John brushed a kiss over the top of Jane's breast, and dragged his kiss upwards onto her throat. She moaned and he felt the vibrations underneath his lips. It was the sexiest thing she had ever done. Just that simple moan, made him go into convulsions. She was just so damn incredible!

He pulled his lips off of her skin, and she whined looking up at him. Her eyes holding a question, that John would answer in time. John held Jane's chin in his finger and looked her in the eyes. She began to squirm under his intense gaze, but he quieted her.

"I love you," John said while staring into the eyes of his wife. Then in the most intimate and perfect movement, John sunk into Jane.

The next morning, Jane awoke the soft ring of her cell phone. The sound was faint, but she lived for that damn thing to ring. It was important she knew, but she just couldn't bear to tear herself away from the safety of her husband's arms. They were strewn over the bed, entangled in each other's bodies. Jane looked over at her husband and watched as his chest rose and fell with each breath. She loved how the morning sun, filtering in through the sheer curtains made his skin look oh so delectable. Jane was yearning to touch him with her lips again, when her cell phone began humming again from all the way downstairs.

Cursing whoever it was silently, Jane slipped out of Heaven, and landed her feet back on Earth. While padding out of the bedroom silently, Jane made her way down the hall and onto the stairs. Making sure to avoid the one that creaked, Jane slid into her office and picked up her phone from it's perch, where she had gotten up in the middle of the night and plugged it in.

She answered, "Hello?"

John woke up and groggily felt around the bed for Jane. When he didn't find her creamy skin, he jerked awake and sat up, looking around the room. She wasn't there. Frowning, he figured she was downstairs making breakfast. Stifling a yawn, John padded into the bathroom and began running the shower. While it got hot, John looked in the mirror and liked what he saw for his reflection. No more was there a man who was lonely, trapped inside by his passion and lust for his cold wife. No, now there was a man, who loved his wife and could loose himself in her any time he wanted. This man could loose control with his wife; never again, he vowed, would he tip toe around Jane.

He jumped into the shower and moaned as the hot water poured over his sore body. John was purely exhausted, but he had never felt more alive. Reveling in the feeling, John just stood there under the flood of water and thought no more.

"Yes, sir," Jane answered briskly. "Yes, I understand." There was a pause while Jane contemplated going into the office today. "I will be in as soon as possible," Jane said while thinking with a smirk, it'll be a good couple of hours.

Closing her cell phone, Jane walked out of her office and into the kitchen, ready to toast some bread for her scrumptious husband. She slipped some bread into the toaster and poured some orange juice into two glasses. After buttering the toast just like John liked it, Jane headed upstairs to find the bed empty. For one second, Jane thought the worst, but then heard the shower running.

Turning red, Jane placed the tray on the table by the foot of their bed, and snuck into the bathroom. John was singing; he always sung in the shower after they made love. It has been forever, since I've heard him sing, Jane thought with some chagrin and a frown. Throwing that thought out of her head, Jane pulled back her shoulders and snuck closer to the shower. She could see John through the etched glass; his immaculate body looking quite appealing under the pouring, hot water. Jane grew hot with desire as she watched him belt it out. She couldn't help the giggle that escaped from her lips.

John stopped singing when he heard a giggle. He looked out into the bathroom and saw a fuzzy Jane standing there, completely naked, just like she had been last night; unashamed and perfect. Jane was staring at him, and with just a simple look, John was hot and bothered. Raising her eyebrows, Jane stepped closer and looked him up and down.

Not missing a beat, John gave her a look of his own and was all too happy that she understood his wish. Jane ambled over to the shower and pulled the glass down open.

Steam poured over her body, making jumping in awfully irresistible, especially when John was standing there looking at her like she was Aphrodite. Under his gaze, she felt like she was the only thing in the room. She smiled a small smile, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Some part of her felt ridicules for being embarrassed by John seeing her naked.

John acknowledged Jane's unsure look, but he disregarded it. Stepping closer to the shower's edge, John reached out and snapped Jane close to him. They stood under the waterfall of hot water, cleansing them. Jane looked up at John and smiled; then their lips met in a kiss full of promise, passion, and pure love.