All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Fifty One

(A/N- Okay, still not the end! I love Johnlock smut far too much to end it here!   Anywho, please comment/vote/share/follow if you enjoy it, I really appreciate it. Thanks, Lovelies!

-CHxx)

Chapter 51

John's POV

We were staying at a beautiful cabin in the middle of nowhere for our honeymoon. It was made of wood, and sat on top of a hill, overlooking a huge lake. Around the back of the cabin there was a forest, and throughout the day the birds in the trees would chirp away, making the whole setting more beautiful. 

The cabin was beautiful. It had huge, wall-length windows that showed the forest on one side and the lake on the other. There were five bedrooms, and Sherlock and I took the biggest one, with a California King bed and a huge telly that was stuck on the wall. A bathroom came off the bedroom in another room, and that was the size of our old  dorm room in itself. 

It had a red, black and white colour scheme, and everything about it was expensive. Sherlock said it belonged to his family, and in the holidays they would go up there when he was younger. 

Sherlock hired people to come in every day and do our cleaning and cooking and things like that, so we didn't need to worry about any of that.

Sherlock sat next to me on the bed, watching some random show on the telly, when he suddenly turned to me. "Do you want to go out on the lake?"

"Yeah, alright," I replied with a shrug. We got up and went outside. Sherlock took my hand in his as we began to walk down the hill. 

It was dark out, but the moon lit up the way for us, and reflected on the lake. A light breeze ruffled Sherlock's curls, and he ran a hand through his hair. 

It was a muggy evening, and I was shirtless, and Sherlock had undone all the buttons on his shirt. We got down to the lakeside, and on the dock there was a dinghy attached to it. "Jump in," Sherlock said, a grin on his face. I got into the dinghy and watched as he untied the rope and got in, pushing the dinghy away with his foot. Sherlock rowed out into the middle of the lake, and then sat down between the seats. I sat beside him and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, holding me close to him.

"I love you, you know that, right?" I murmured, looking up at the thousands of twinkling stars.

"Of course. And you know that I love you more." 

"I don't think that's possible, Mr. Watson-Holmes."

Instead of replying, he placed his hand under my chin, and gently turned my head so he could kiss me. The kiss was sweet and rough at the same time. I shifted myself so that I sat on top of him, never once breaking away from the kiss. Sherlock's warm hands travelled over my torso and down to my waistband, teasingly dipping his hands inside my pants, gripping my bum. 

I pulled his shirt off, and tossed it to the side. "You realise you just threw my shirt in the water, right?" Sherlock murmured against my lips as we pulled away for air. I could hear the amusement in his voice, and I couldn't help but blush. 

"Whoops, sorry."

Sherlock shook his head. "Don't be." He moved away completely and pulled some blankets out from underneath one of the seats, and put them underneath us, before he lay down, and I crawled back on top of him. 

"It's sexy seeing you so- OH," he groaned as I pulled down his trousers and pants, taking him in my mouth. I licked his member as he laced his fingers in my hair. I moved down further until his cock reached the back of my throat. I slid my hands underneath Sherlock's arse, and pushed him into my further. I was experienced enough so I didn't gag, and Sherlock's groans got louder, his breathing shallower, and I wanted nothing more than to give him as much pleasure as I could. 

"John," Sherlock breathed, pulling my hair. 

"Mmm," I hummed against him, making him groan impossibly louder. 

I pushed him into me harder, feeling his pre-cum go down my throat. I hummed again, and got the same reaction as before. 

I looked up and saw Sherlock gripping the sides of the dinghy, looking down at me. Our eyes locked, and I smirked around him. I removed my lips from his cock and looked at him. "Are you enjoying this?"

He nodded down at me earnestly, biting his lip. I kissed along his thigh, up along his stomach and his torso, moving my lips back to his. He kissed me quickly and roughly. His hands were still in my hair, one of mine stroked his cheek, my other around his member again, stroking him and rubbing him, smiling against his lips. 

"John, I'm going to..." Sherlock grunted against my lips. 

I abruptly stopped jerking him off, and moved so that my arse was positioned over his hardened member, before lowering myself onto him. I stayed still for a moment, panting slightly. 

"Joooohn," Sherlock whined impatiently, trying to move me on top of him so he could reach his climax, but I shook my head and placed a finger against his lips. He took that opportunity to put my finger in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around my finger and sucked on it teasingly. 

I groaned and Sherlock raised an eyebrow at me, smirking slightly. I tossed my head back and looked up at the stars. I looked back at Sherlock, who had taken my finger out of his mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry, were you enjoying that?" He gave me a cheeky grin, and I leaned down and pressed my lips against Sherlock's, nibbling on his lip playfully. 

I moved up and down slightly, groaning as Sherlock's cock brushed against my prostrate. I picked up the pace, as Sherlock gripped my waist, moving me faster on top of him. I didn't notice the way the dinghy rocked underneath us; my mind was focused only on my beautiful husband below me and the beautiful bliss I was in. 

After a while, my hips were starting to hurt, but I continued on, getting so close to my climax, and Sherlock was the same.  He thrusted harder, and I moved faster, and just as I was about to come, the dinghy tipped over, and we fell out, into the still-warm water. 

Sherlock managed to pull out of me just in time, and as we surfaced, we were both panting and laughing at the same time. Sherlock turned to the dinghy and knocked on the side of it. "Cock block," he muttered. 

"'Cock block'?!" I spluttered. 

"What? I'm trying to get up to date with today's slang. If I can master that sort of vocabulary then I can-"

I pressed my lips against Sherlock's to shut him up, and pulled away and smiled. Sherlock's fringe was flat against his forehead, and his cupid bow lips were pulled up in a small, genuine, innocent smile. 

"You know, your eyes are far lovelier than the stars above."

Sherlock scoffed. "You're such a sap."

I slapped him playfully. "You married me, Mr. Watson-Holmes, you're stuck with me now."

"And I wouldn't have it any other way."