Time Lord and His Lady

Chapter Eight: I Didn't Really Mean to Hurt You

School began again as it always did, and many of my students faced the let down of returning to the structured institution of it all just after the holidays. I attempted to be patient with them, but my constant headaches as January continued did not help matters. I chalked it up to seasonal allergies, although I had never faced such things before, and the ever constant food poisoning I seemed to be faced with didn't help matters either. I stuck with bland foods for the rest of the month in an effort to curb myself from one too many visits to the bathroom, as I didn't want to appear as if I had any issues when it came to eating.

"You seem exhausted," John mused one evening, during the third week of January. "Are you feeling all right?"

"Just too many papers to grade," I told him, slipping into bed beside him. "I'll be all right. Of course, I've never had a husband before," I went on, smirking.

John grinned at me, gently taking ahold of my shoulders and easing me down onto the pillows. "I would hate for you to continue being ill..."

I smiled, reaching up and gently caressing his face. "I assure you, I'm all right."

"Well, as long as you're sure," John said gently, leaning downwards. "And you will let me know if you start feeling unwell..."

I nodded. "I'm sure, John. And I will, I promise."

John reached down and gently removed my nightgown, his thumbs gently caressing my breasts, which caused goosebumps to appear upon my skin. He smirked, pleased to receive such a reaction from me, and lowered his head, taking my breasts into his mouth, so much so that I mewled and my toes curled. "So beautiful," he whispered, his tongue coming out to play as it teased the tips of my nipples.

"John...my goodness," I said, fisting the bedsheets again, my eyes proceeding to roll themselves backwards and into my head. "Dear God, how do you know how to push all my buttons?"

"Buttons, eh?" John asked, his hand coming upwards, his palm gently caressing my stomach as it ventured downwards, and proceeded to tease at my wet folds. "Ah... I seem to have found my favorite button of them all..."

I couldn't help but laugh at that. "John..."

John pulled away from his attentions from my breasts, as well as my core, and slowly undressed himself, before he gently pushed himself inside me, and I moaned, wrapping my arms around his muscled frame, as he leaned down to kiss me. "Dear God, Alexandra..."

"Don't stop," I begged him. "Please, don't stop..."

"Never," John said, leaning down to kiss me again. "Dear God in heaven..."

I experimentally drew myself inwards, clenching around John's hard cock, and he grunted slightly then, eyes locking to mine, while I stared up at him. "Who said you get to have all the fun, Lord Grey?"

John grinned down at me. "I'll show you fun," he declared, and pistoned his hips so as he was going faster than ever before, and I yelled at the sensations tearing through me at a million miles and hour at it all.

"Oh, my God!" I shouted, gripping as tightly to John as I could. "John...!" I gasped out, my climax taking over me completely, as I shuddered beneath him.

"Alexandra..." He whispered, tensing above me, whereupon he reached his own end of, and spasmed above me, his gaze never leaving mine. "Alexandra..."

"John..."

"Alexandra, I..."

I blinked, listening to his words, and was confused when he just stopped talking. "What?" I asked him softly, and realized that this was truly a moment, suspended in time, that could potentially make or break everything. "You what?"