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The Only Rules That Matter (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

Jenny closed her eyes as she put her hand on the doorknob of the Black Anchor. She was only too familiar with her daughter's loud, wracking cough. It was the cough that had been steadily getting worse as the year had progressed; the cough that had interrupted the sermon on Sundays; the cough that kept Jenny up at night, or woke her up at night; the cough that she could sometimes hear through the wall of the kitchen of the tavern in the house next door. She turned around to go back to Anne to help her, but John was there kneeling down to her with his back to his wife. He was tanner, his hair was longer, frankly he looked a bit ridiculous, but even from the back it was still unmistakeably John. Wiping away a tear, Jenny grinned and turned back to enter the tavern, leaving her children in the care of her husband.

It was three in the afternoon when Mrs. Sparrow walked into the Nest. Michael had tried to let her go earlier but it was Thursday, when the ships came in and they were busiest, still he had managed to let her go; he wouldn't bring the celebration to his son-in-law yet. She needed her time with him first. When Jenny walked in she brought with her the atmosphere of a holiday, like Christmas had come again. She gathered up her children in her arms and sat on the couch with her husband. Her husband!

That night was a grand feast. Jack had been allowed his grandfather's pistol and had managed to shoot a turkey that afternoon, which Jenny plucked, cleaned, and roasted. Potatoes and carrots from the root cellar and ale from Michael's private stores completed the celebratory meal. Even the twins were allowed to stay up late to spend more time with Daddy. Finally, however, after the toddlers had fallen asleep in John's lap and the elder children had been sung to sleep Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were finally able to retire to their room. Alone.

John never had a chance. As soon as their door was closed Jenny slammed his back against it and crushed a desperate kiss against his lips. She was almost certain she heard his shirt rip a little as she pulled it off over his head, though she would have ripped it if it came to that. His hair was already a mess; it was easy to get her fingers stuck in it as she ran her fingers up into it. Jenny's lips roamed his skin, over his face and neck, down his chest as her shaking fingers fumbled with his trousers. If God Himself had appeared in their room at that very second He would have had to wait for Jenny to finish with her husband.
 
The children were hooting and laughing as Jenny walked in. Jack Junior was clutching a wooden sword in his hand, merrily and wildly fencing with Anne, who held her own sword in one hand and leaned heavily on one of her crutches with the other. She wasn't as nimble as Jack, what with the crippled legs and all, but she had strength enough in her upper arms to easily parry his bloes and slash back. "Take that, you scurvy pirate!" he shouted, bounding in for the attack.

"You'll not take Pirate Queen Anne so easily, Navy dog!" she laughed, swinging wildly.

Jack snuggled in against his wife as she gathered up the twins and joined him on the couch, smiling and watching his eldest at play. The dried apple hadn't worked the miracles he'd hoped for, but it had restored strength to her body and eased her breathing. If only he'd had the whole thing, undamaged! But he'd take even this small miracle.

Brigid - or was it Lucy? - burbled something cheery and grabbed his cheek with fingers sticky from candy. Lucy - or was it Brigid? - contented herself by chewing on the rag doll he'd brought each of the twins. He laughed, kissed them both, and kissed Jenny for good measure. "I," he said, "am the most blessed man on the earth."


Dinner passed with cheer and celebration, until the twins were asleep in their parent's arms and Anne and Jack were insisting they weren't tired even as they sagged down into sleep only to struggle awake. It took two trips, but Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow managed to carry them all to their bedrooms and tuck them in snugly. Finally, he followed Jenny back to their own bedroom, making plans to...

Jenny slammed him into the door, kissing him with a fierce passion as she yanked his shirt up and pulled it over his head, and Jack decided that maybe - for the moment, at least - he'd go with her plans. Particularly as her mouth traced down his throat and chest, and her fingers fumbled with his trousers. He responded by tearing desperately at the laces of her dress, yanking at the knots and and running his fingers over the smooth skin exposed by his actions. He gasped as he felt his breeches slip down over his thighs and down to the floor, then groaned as her cool fingers closed around the fever heat of his throbbing erection.

Grabbing his wife, he spun her and pushed her up against the wall. He claimed her mouth with his, tongue thrusting deep as he tried to memorize her flavor once more. His hips rocked, thrusting himself into her hands as his fingers found the gaping fabric of her bodice. He tugged hard, slipping the dress down over her shoulders, caressing the line of her throat and the swell of her breasts. "God," he groaned, breaking the kiss and gasping for breath. "I've missed you, Jenny. God how I've missed you."
 
Jenny breathed in sharply as her fingers closed around the throbbing warmth of her husband's erection. Her lips found his neck, his shoulders, his chest as ripped at her laces and pulled the suddenly very constricting fabric of her dress. A formless noise escaped her throat as he thrust into her hand and her back slammed against the wall.

Her dress was still far too...on. She had to take her hands from John's body to push her dress down enough that our would fall the rest of the way to the floor. Jenny groaned as his hands found her breasts and even as he spoke her lips found his.

"Shut up and fuck me, John," she mumbled against his skin, sliding her leg up over his hip and pulling his body against hers.

Dear God! It had been so long since she had felt his warm body against her skin! There would be time for gentle love making, for tender touches and caresses, there would be time for exploring one another's bodies and remembering one another. But now, right this moment, Jenny needed to feel her husband inside her.
 
Jenny pushed his hands away and pulled her dress down. For a moment it hung on her hips, leaving her bare to the waist. He slid his hands down her sides, lost in the feel of her warm skin, and pushed. The dress dropped the rest of the way, pooling on the floor and leaving her gloriously naked before him. "Shut up and fuck me, John," she mumbled against his skin, sliding her leg up over his hip and pulling his body against hers.

"Now," he murmured, biting at her throat as his hands slid around to cup the soft curve of her rear, "how can I refuse you that?" Using muscles toughened and strengthened by a year and a half of sword practice and hoisting rigging and fighting, he lifted her and wrapped her legs around his hips. His cock, hot and rigid, slid and slipped against her slick nether lips as he lifted again, back taught with strain, and positioned her. Then, with a grunt that became a gasping moan of pleasure, he drove himself deep into her body.

"Fuck," he moaned, fingernails biting into the skin of her rear. Rocking his hips backwards, he managed to withdraw slightly before slamming back into her, driving her ass and his hands into the wall with a thump as he sheathed himself in her once more. "You... feel so... fucking... good."
 
Jenny's feet left the floor and she gasped loudly as her husband drove himself into her. It hurt a little, as it always did the first time after a baby when they hadn't made love in a while. But this was more than a while; this was a year. Still, his thick cock could have felt like it would have split her in two and she wouldn't have cared; this was her John, and he was alive and real and in front of her, inside her, together with her as though no time had passed at all.

"Fuck...John!" Jenny gasped as she crossed her shins behind his back and felt his muscles tighten beneath her hands. Her nails dug into his back and shoulders as her teeth sank into the tender flesh of his neck.

She felt almost like she was outside her own body, like the deep rhythmic thump of her lower back and ass hitting the wall was created by some other husband pounding some other wife into oblivion. It sounded like the desperate moans of pleasure John pulled from her throat were coming from some other woman. But then Jenny saw themselves in their mirror across the room. She watched the muscles in John's back and ass tighten as he thrust his hot cock deep inside her once more and the way her body was pushed further up the wall every time he did so. She felt her inner walls clench around her husband's thick rod as she watched them in the mirror before hiding her face in his neck and closing her eyes against the intensity.

"John..." she gasped, leaning her forehead against his and looking into his eyes. She slid her fingers up to tangle in his already tangled hair as she shifted her hips, still meeting him thrust for thrust. "Oh fucking God John yes!" Her teeth found his lip, nipping at him as her inner walls tightened and she came closer to her release. "John...please God John...oh fuck come away with me John! Please!" She panted and forced her eyes open despite the intensity, watching her husband's face the entire time.
 
Jack set a desperate, hungry rhythm, driving himself deep and hard into his wife with every thrust. God, had it really been a year? A year and more since he'd been with his Jenny, felt her walls clenched around him and her hips moving against him? Since he'd felt her heartbeat against his ? Since he'd had the chance to be with her?

He'd missed her, so much it had been an ache in his heart. And now he was desperatly, frantically trying to get as close to her as possible.

Sne met his eyes, the same way she met his thrusts, with a need that gave as much as it took. He groaned his pleasure into her mouth as she kissed him, biting at his lower lip, and then groaned again as her legs tightened around his waist and her walls clenched around his throbbing cock and she begged him to come away with her.

He kissed her back, tongue slipping berween her lips and exploring her mouth with the same rhythm he used to fuck her. Hands busy, he leaned in and pressed his body hard against hers, rubbing himself against her breasts. "Show me the way," he moaned, lips slipping over her jaw. He felt her walks slip and spread around him as he fucked her, and his grip on her ass tightened. "God, Jenny... show me.... oh, FUCK... show me... the way... and... fuuuck... I'll... I'll follow..."
 
It was all over for Jenny; she couldn't take it anymore. Her eyes closed and her head fell back against the wall, exposing her neck as her husband fucked her against their bedroom wall. Her nails bit into his skin and her walls began to close.

"Here John," she gasped, unable to hold back. "Oh fuck right there! Harder my love! Come with me! Oh fucking God yes!"

She couldn't--wouldn't--hold back any longer. The nails she had pressed into John's skin slid down his biceps to his elbows as her back arched away from the wall and her walls closed around her husband's rigid cock. She pressed her body against his as firmly as she could, her mouth open in a silent scream as most of her faculties left her before she fell back, panting and gasping for air.
 
Jack's fingers dug harder into Jenny, pulling her tighter as he lost himself in her. Her nails in his skin, the heat of her flesh, the wanton need in her voice as she tasped out her begging demands, all of it combined with the desperate aching emptiness he'd felt for all these many months. "Like... like that?" he teased, voice hoarse and jerky with the violence of his thrusts. "Fuck... fuck you... like... like that?"

She threw her head back, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as her orgasm took her. Jack followed a moment later, an involuntary cry tearing itself fron his throat as his cock pulsed within her clenched walls and his thick seed spurted deep into her womb. His lips found hers as his hips slammed into hers, muffling his groans as he emptied himself into her.

Finally, spent, he clung to her as he lowered himself to his knees. His softening penis pulsed gently within her as he braced himself against against the wall. Smiling, his muscles shaking and quivering from exertion, he kissed his wife tenderly. "Have I said," he asked, words coming in time with his labored breathing, "just how much I love you?"
 
Jenny drew breath in deep, aching gasps as her husband shakily lowered himself to his knees as she clung to him. "John..." Jenny sobbed, grinning wildly and clinging to him as tears coursed down her cheeks. "Oh God John how I've missed you."

Sweat fell down her throat and over her breasts as she clung to John and kissed him tenderly. Her kisses trailed down his throat and across his shoulders. Slowly she lowered herself to the floor, making a small noise as she felt his softening erection slip from her body. Jenny's lungs burned from being deprived of normal breath.

"C...c'mon..." she shakily pushed herself to her feet and helped her husband to the bed. "I love you so much, John," Jenny murmured as she climbed into their bed after her husband. "Tell me all about everything that happened," she said quietly as she laid her head on his chest. "Then I'll ride you to collapse, then tell me more, then you can fuck me any way you want." Jenny grinned and giggled quietly as she kissed across his face and chest.
 
"I've missed you too," Jack answered, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes as he clung to his wife. "Times were, I thought I'd never see you again." She began kissing him then, her soft lips on his mouth and throat and shoulders. He sighed and breathed deep, smelling her hair and the salt-sweet odor of her skin and the rich musk of their lovemaking, then kissed her forehead and her hair.

"C...c'mon..." Jenny said after at time, climbing to her feet and offering him her hand. He took it, allowing her to help him to his feet, and winked at her. "Seems I already did, love..."

"I love you so much, John," she murmured, making a production of helping him into bed before crawling in after him. "Tell me all about everything that happened," she said quietly as she laid her head on his chest. "Then I'll ride you to collapse, then tell me more, then you can fuck me any way you want." Jenny grinned and giggled quietly as she kissed across his face and chest.

Jack took her in his arms, running his hands over her body as if he couldn't quite believe she was real. "With an offer like that," he observed, kissing her back, "how can I refuse?"

He shifted a little, making himself more comfortable on in their bed and - coincidentally, I assure you - pulling her body tighter against his. "Did you get the last letters I sent? The ones from Cairo, a day or two before we set sail?" She nodded, and he continued. "Well, just a few weeks out from Cairo, we sighted a sail. A Spanish man-o-war, full rigging and slowly gaining on us in a stern chase. Enough to get anyone worried, but then they struck their colors. Black field, with a skull and two cutlasses."

He closed his eyes, remembering that day. "Pirates."

"They caught and boarded us, and the pirate Captain offered us a choice: join his crew, or go down with the Ablemarle. Well, you know what my temper can be like. I ended up in a fight with him - a bit one-sided, since he had a sword and I had a pocket knife, but there you go. But he decided to knock me out, rather than kill me."

A sigh, and Jack kissed Jenny again. "Turns out, he was my uncle on my dad's side. The real captain of the pirate ship wasn't him, either. It was... wait for this... my grandmother. And she made me an offer. Sail with her for a year, and when her ship returned to England I'd be able to walk away. Free to go." A laugh. "She claimed I wouldn't want to, mind. But... here I am."
 
Jenny didn't mind being pulled closer, coincidentally or not. He smelled different, but underneath the sea salt and sweat she could still smell his skin. John. Her husband. When he asked about the letters he'd sent she nodded.

"I...I didn't write you back that time because I thought by the time they arrived in Cairo you'd be home already," she confessed. "I'm so sorry John."

But he continued, telling her about the pirates and about how he'd been captured. She smiled and shook her head when he told her about how he'd gotten in a fight with the captain with a pocket knife. Sometimes he could have too hot a temper for his own good. At least the pirate had decided against killing him. John kissed his wife again and she happily obliged, still unable to quite believe he was here and this was real, that it wasn't yet another dream that felt wonderful at the time but made everything so much more painful when she awoke.

"Your grandmother?" Jenny couldn't help but laugh. "An old woman running a pirate ship? How ridiculous." Not too ridiculous to believe, though. Jenny simply laughed and shook her head before allowing John to continue with his story. "So you sailed with her for a year then? Or did you escape somehow? Are you...do you want to return to the sea?"

Captain Teague had told her about the sea. It was a jealous mistress who didn't easily let go of her sailors, and his family especially was drawn to it. Jenny had ached for her husband, wanted him back and wanted to keep him...but she didn't want him to be unhappy either. It felt almost like a curse. Jenny didn't want to ask him whether he preferred to be at sea or at home, but love meant sacrifice.

"Bootstrap Bill, he said he jumped ship from the pirates in France," Jenny said slowly, playing absently with a few chest hairs. "He was the one who told me you'd been captured. Everyone tried to start calling me Widow Sparrow, but I wouldn't have it. I told them my John hadn't been killed, he'd been captured. I told them all you'd find a way back to me, and all I saw in their eyes whenever I said that was pity. I bet they feel rather foolish now."
 
"My grandmother!" Jack laughed as well, pulling her close. He'd done that a lot, tonight, and not just because of the sex. Jenny was in his arms again, and he just couldn't bring himself to let her go. "And, ridiculous as it sounds, it wasn't ridiculous in person. My grandmother is... well, a force of nature."

The follow-up question, about wanting to go back to sea, made him laugh again. "Return? Jenny, I lost a year and a half of my life to the sea! The last thing I want to do is go back!" He kissed her, then, and stroked the silver chain she wore around her throat. "Everything I want," he murmured, fingers resting on the black pearl pendant above her heart, "is right here."

"Bootstrap Bill, he said he jumped ship from the pirates in France," Jenny said slowly, playing absently with a few chest hairs. "He was the one who told me you'd been captured. Everyone tried to start calling me Widow Sparrow, but I wouldn't have it. I told them my John hadn't been killed, he'd been captured. I told them all you'd find a way back to me, and all I saw in their eyes whenever I said that was pity. I bet they feel rather foolish now."

"I bet they do," he agreed, kissing her again. "Because you were right, and they were wrong. I'm home now, and I'm not going anywhere."

His fingers slid back up her throat, combing through her long red hair as he pulled her in close for another kiss. His lips parted hers, tongue slipping into her mouth as he tasted her. A shiver ran through him, as the heat of her body contrasted with the cool air on his back. "Although," he whispered, grinning against her lips, "you could probably convince me to come with you, if you wanted to go somewhere..."
 
Jenny allowed herself to be pulled closer again. She couldn't be close enough to her husband right now. She smiled as she rested her head on his chest and he insisted that he didn't want to return to the sea. Goosebumps raised on her arms as John's fingers brushed over the silver chain at her throat, leaning her forehead against his as he murmured to her and rested his fingers over the pearl he had gifted her all those years ago. She kissed his forehead before telling him about Bootstrap Bill.

Mrs. Sparrow grinned as John kissed her, declaring her to be right and the others to be wrong. He wasn't going anywhere anymore. John's fingers ran through her hair just before he pulled her in for a long, slow kiss. A shiver ran through him and she slid her fingers down his ribs and to his hips. He grinned against her lips as he whispered to her.

"Although, you could probably convince me to come with you, if you wanted to go somewhere..." John whispered.

"Oh...you'll come with me," Jenny whispered back. She kissed his neck slowly before rolling him onto his back and straddling his hips. "And you'll come whenever I want you to."
 
"Oh, I will?" Jack murmured happily, groaning just a bit as Jenny kissed his throat and pushed at his shoulder. "And what," he teased, "makes you so sure of that?"

Her response was to straddle his hips, positioning herself so that her rear just touched his slowly hardening shaft. "And you'll come whenever I want you to," she informred him, loftily.

Still grinning, Jack ran lazy hands over Jenny's thighs and up her flanks. "Now that," he observed, cupping her breasts and using his thumbs to tease her nipples, "sounds like a challenge." He pinched her nipples, rolling them between thunb and forefinger, and his grin turned wicked. "Because I'll wager that Iwon't come until I'm good and ready."
 
"Oh, it's not a challenge," Jenny said with a slow grin, squeaking a little as he pinched her nipples. "It's a promise."

She leaned down to kiss him slowly as she shifted her hips, sliding his thick shaft between her slick lips and groaning a little as her clit rubbed against his head. Her kisses slowly trailed down John's neck before she shifted again and slowly lowered herself onto his stiff cock. Jenny closed her eyes and groaned, positioning her hands on his chest for balance and stability. She moved slowly at first, undulating her hips beneath his hands as she worked up and down his shaft.

"Oh John...fuck how I've missed you," Jenny murmured, leaning down to kiss his neck and shoulder before leaving little love bites across his skin in her wake. "Oh God yes..."
 
"Oh, it's not a challenge," Jenny said with a slow grin, squeaking a little as he pinched her nipples. "It's a promise."

"Is it now, lass?" he replied with the same slow grin. "Well, don't make promises you caaaaahh..." The rest of his words were lost in a long, languid groan of pleasure as she shifted on his abdomen and thrust back, taking him all the way with a single long thrust of her hips. He rolled his head back, eyes closed with pleasure, at the sensation of her slick inner walls caressing him and her clit rubbing against his head. Then he moaned again as she began to move, bracing herself with her hands on his chest as she rode up and down on his shaft.

"Oh John...fuck how I've missed you," Jenny murmured, leaning down to kiss his neck and shoulder before leaving little love bites across his skin in her wake. "Oh God yes..."

"God, yes," he echoed, his callused palms scraping lightly over the flesh of her thighs and hips. He forced his eyes open, wanting to find pleasure in the sight as well as the feel of his wife fucking him. "I missed you so much," he groaned, one hand caressing her cheek. "Not... oh, God, Jenny... not just this. I missed... fuck, yes... missed you. Missed waking up next to you..."

His hips bucked involuntarily against hers, and he bit his lip to keep from crying out. "But... God I've missed this, too..." He gave her a devilish wink. "Got so I'd have dreams... ah!... about you... like this..."
 
Jenny gasped as she pressed her husband deep inside her, her warm wet walls squeezed him gently yet firmly. She leaned her face against his cheek as his hand caressed it. She smiled warmly as he explained how he'd missed her; he'd missed not just the sex, but her, though he had dreamed of her the way she was now. She made a sharp noise as he bucked against her and steadied herself on his shoulder. But when she saw John's expression her smile became a grin again.

"What's this?" she crooned, sliding her fingertips lightly against his lip as he bit it to keep from crying out. "Is Mr. Sparrow trying to stay quiet?" Jenny angled her hips forward, closer to his torso as she rode him slowly. She leaned down with her forearms on either side of John's head and looked into his eyes, their noses inches away. "Now you listen to me, John; you may have answered to one captain or another while you were out playing sailor, but you're back home now. You answer to me, and I'll have none of this quiet nonsense. Clear, Mister Sparrow?"

Jenny grinned as she writhed on top of him. Her tone had been that old tone she used whenever they reversed used to reverse their roles. When this happened she had often taken the role of a stern school marm or sometimes an army sergeant. This time there was no role, no improvised costume, but the authoritarian tone was just the same. John was hers and hers alone; the sea would never take him from her.

Still, despite being in charge Jenny couldn't help but moan as she moved over him. Her mouth dropped open as she moved in a way that her husband's thick cock hit a particularly sensitive spot. Her curly red hair fell over her shoulders and across John's chest, her breasts swaying gently as she moved and her hips moving fluidly under his hands.

"Mmm...John...tell me about your dreams..." she moaned, her inner walls tightening slowly around his throbbing shaft.
 
Jenny's playfully authoritarian voice brought a smile to his lips. "Oh, clear as crystal, Mistress Sparrow." He trailed his fingers over her hips again, moving her slightly on his cock. "I'm to take your orders, and no lip neither." He caught her mouth with his, kissing her long and deep and sucking at her lower lip as he broke for air. "No lip whatsoever," he grinned. "And what other orders does Mistress Sparrow have for her husband?"

She moaned as she moved on him, mouth open and eyes closed in pleasure. Her curly red hair fell over her shoulders and across his chest, her breasts swaying gently as she moved and her hips moving fluidly under his hands. He slid one hand up her spine, fingers tangling in her tresses as she moved again. "Mmm...John...tell me about your dreams..."

"Mmmmm...." he moaned in time with his wife, feeling her inner walls clench around him. "Which ones?" He kissed her again. "The... ahhhh... the ones where... oooh... where I'd dream about you..." His fingers dug into her hips as his cock throbbed inside her walls. "Dream about... being home with you? Had one... aaaaa... where I... I surprised you.... late, at the Anchor." He rocked his hips upwards, pressing himself deeper into her body. "I just... just pushed yooooohh... you up against... against the bar and..."

For a moment, as Jenny thrust back against his rocking hips, he couldn't even breathe, let alone talk. His mouth just hung open, a thin, animal sound of pleasure escaping him. "And... fingered you... until you were wet and... and begging for me... unnnh! And then I... rolled you over and... ah! And fucked you, bent over the bar..."

His cock was pulsing and aching now, the combination of his wife's sweet sex clenched around him and the memory of that dream bringing him close to the edge. "Woke up sooooh... so hard... I had to... to get a... rag... and... finish off..." Moving his head, he bit her earlobe. "Would... you like... that? Watching... watching me... make myself... come for you?"
 
Jenny's breath came in ragged gasps as she thrust against her husband's rocking hips. The sounds of her husband's pleasure, his moans and gasps and that keening animal sound of ecstasy, made her ache as she felt his cock throb inside of her. She made similar sounds as he told her of his dreams while she rode him, the idea of fucking on the bar exciting her even further.

"Would...you like...that? Watching...watching me...make myself...come for you?" John offered, nibbling at her earlobe.

"Oh fuck yes!" The only way Jenny could remember how to communicate was forming her words around explosions of air as she fucked her husband. "I'd...I'd love it...but unnh! ...But not...this...time...Aaah! Fuck John!" She leaned down and bit his neck gently before running her tongue up the side of his neck. "Now? ...right noooooowwgodfuckyes! Now I...I want you...to...to aaaahhhh! Inside me! Fuck John!...Please!...NowgodcomenowaaaaaaAAAAHhh yes!"

Jenny's walls clenched hard around John's throbbing cock as she rode him harder, faster. The rhythmic thump of the headboard against the wall only made it better as she braced herself with her hands on her husband's chest and shifted her hips. Her back arched far forward, pressing her breasts against John as she came with a scream that very well could have woken the children, though at this point she didn't care. They'd think of something to tell them if Jack walked in. At this moment all that mattered was her husband, and God how badly she wanted him to cum.
 
God help him, the sound of his wife begging him to fuck her and come inside her was the hottest thing he'd ever heard.

Jack's body arched beneath hers, his hips rising to meet her, hands exploring her body as she rode him with an increasing fury. "God... God almighty..." he moaned. "Fuck... fuck me.... milk... my cock... make me... fill you... with my..." And then he was lost to words as Jenny's body pressed against his, and her body arched, and she screamed aloud as she came on and around him.

An instant later, fingers digging into her hips and hips arching off the bed, he followed her. His shout of release was painful in intensity as his cock - which felt hard and hot as an iron bar after Jenny's ride - throbbed once and then erupted in a blood-warm flood of semen. Finally, after a seeming eternity of agonizing pleasure, he collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed.

"Mine," he murmured, arms sliding over the slick skin of his wife as he held her to his heart. "My life and my love." His softening cock, still buried in her, pulsed gently. "And my lover," he added, kissing her gently.
 
Her own orgasm was prolonged as she felt John release himself inside her for the second time that night. Jenny tried to scream, but found her throat closed and only a weird choking noise was released. She thought maybe she blacked out for a moment, because the next thing she knew she was collapsed in a sweaty heap with her husband, laying on top of him. She smiled weakly as he held her close, his cock pulsing gently just before he kissed her.

"All yours, John," Jenny murmured softly, a few tears dripping down her cheeks. "Body and soul, forever. I swear it." Her tears dripped onto his chest and she sniffled a little, smiling and trying not to let her absolute joy break her down into a sobbing mess. Jenny went to roll off of him, to pull him onto his side with her, but found herself running into a slight problem.

"John?" she said quietly. "I um...I can't move." She giggled, then the giggle became an outright laugh. "I've never come so hard I can't move!" She laughed harder as her fingers wiggled but her arms and legs, and even her head, felt too heavy to lift and sort-of tingled a little.
 
"All yours as well, Jenny. My compass and my precious black pearl. Body and soul, forever." He smiled gently,his own eyes brimming with unshed tears of joy and relief, brought on by the feel of his love in his arms and her tears on his chest. "Yours. And mine."

Then she began to move on him, opening his eyes with shock and wonder. She was ready again already? He didn't want to disappoint her, but he wasn't...

She started giggling, a sound that escalated into a laugh as she explained that she couldn't move. A stab if concern flickered through him, but her laughter was contagious. Soon, holding her close, he found himself laughing hard enough that his ribs ached. "God, Jenny. I needed that almost as much as I needed you." He kissed her. "Almost."

Settling back into the mattress, he shifted around a little. "So... shall I roll you off and massage life back into your limbs? Or would you rather sleep like this?"
 
Jenny's laughter increased as her husband joined her. Her belly and chest ached as John told her he needed her and had needed a good laugh. She kissed him back warmly and laid her head on his chest. She hummed contentedly as he shifted around a little.

"I think I might be long overdue for a massage," she admitted with a smile. "Been raising four littleuns all on me onesies for over a year, haven't I?"

Jenny helped her husband as well as she could to roll off of him and used her momentum to roll onto her stomach. She buried her arms under the pillows and closed her eyes, smiling as she gained control over her motor skills again and pulled her hair over her shoulder. She sighed again, smiling.

"I'm so glad you came back to us John," she said softly. "The children asked every night when you were coming back, you know."
 
It took Jack a few tries to sit up and begin the massage. He may not have been temporarily paralyzed by his own orgasm, but he was well and truly relaxed from the two he'd had in rapid succession. Not to mention the fact that he was at home, in his own bed, next to his beautiful wife. But, with some grunting, he managed to sit upright.

"I'm so glad you came back to us John," she said softly. "The children asked every night when you were coming back, you know."

Sliding her hair a little further off her back, he began to gently work the muscles in her neck and shoulders with his callused fingertips. "I asked myself the same thing, love. Every night." His expression fell at the memory, but his mood rapidly shifted as he rubbed and gently kneaded her flesh. "A year it took, but I made it."

Her skin was like fine silk beneath his hands, bringing a smile to his lips and a faint, distant stirring to his loins. He worked a little lower, palms on her shoulder blades as his thumbs worked at the muscles along her spine. "Have I told you that I love you enough, yet?" he asked. "Because it seems to me that I've got a year's worth of telling you that stored up."
 
"Mmm...a few times," Jenny answered his question followed by another groan as he worked out the knots in her muscles. John's hands felt different, more calloused and worn by work. She didn't mind, of course; after all, underneath it all they were still his hands. "But I'll let you say it a few more. And Anne seems cheered as well. Before today she was struggling to breathe, couldn't even lift her crutches. I was afraid that she'd...that before you got back she might..." Jenny shook her head, unable to say it aloud. "But that doesn't matter now. You're home and she's strong as ever and the children have a father again."

Weeks passed. The Sparrows all settled into their new old lives, getting used to having a man around again. A celebration was thrown for John the weekend after he returned and it seemed their entire congregation was there along with half the town. Michael managed to stretch his funds enough for John to work for him until he got on his feet again. After all, if he were to continue working for the East India company he would probably want a little time away before writing to tell them he was still alive.

"Have you written Mr. Beckett yet?" Jenny asked one night as they undressed for bed. "Da says he won't be able to keep payin' the both of us fer very much longer. Do you know if there are any other prospects elsewhere, away from the sea?" It had been weeks and John had shown no signs, but still Jenny was worried that one day he might again long for the sea.
 
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