Xhex grabbed his face and kissed him so long and so deep he couldn't breathe. And didn't care. "I'll never take it off. Ever."
John fused their mouths and mounted her, pushing her and that gown back against the pillows, his hands riding up her breasts, then scooping under her hips. As he arched into her body, he started fishing around the acres of satin. . . .
Took him about a second and a half to get frustrated.
And turned out that the dress looked even better off.
John made slow love to his female, luxuriating in her body, caressing it with his hands and his mouth. When he finally joined them together, the fit was so perfect, the moment so right, he just fell still. Life had brought him here to this time with her, with them together. . . .
This was the history he would be living from now on.
"So, John . . ." she said in a husky voice.
He whistled in an ascending note.
"I was thinking about getting a little ink of my own." As he cocked his head to the side, she ran her hands up his shoulders gingerly. "How about we head over to that tattoo place . . . maybe get your name in my back?"
The orgasm that rocked out of his body and into hers evidently served as a well enough reply in the absence of his being able to voice one.
Xhex laughed in a throaty way and moved her hips against his. "I'll take that as a yes. . . ."
Yes, John thought as he started to pump inside of her. Yes, oh, fuck, yes . . .
After all, what was good for the gander was even hotter for the goose. And fair was fair.
God, he loved life. Loved life and everyone in this house and all the people of worth in all the corners of the world. Fate was not easy . . . but it got things right.
Eventually, everything that came to pass was exactly how it was meant to be.