[smut alert, don't read if uncomfortable]

Roselyn felt her body and her intimacy aching so badly that it felt like it almost scratched.

"It hurts." Roselyn complained and John proudly smirked, before softly kissing her folds and whisper "I am sorry."

After some fractions of seconds, he sighed and his facial expression turned into a more perplexed one. "Sometimes I let the situation get over control and I forget that you… you have never done it before and you may not be as stretched as my last women."

Roselyn unconsciously widened her eyes, he had the tenacity to say that? She felt deeply offended and like if those words somehow cut her sharper than she imagined.

Was he subtly calling her not good enough? Or not 'stretched' enough? Roselyn shook her head after cringing inwardly for the direction her thoughts took. Maybe she was just overthinking and as always comparing herself to the other women he had.

"I am sorry." Roselyn submitted said even if she was angrier as soon as the thought touched her mind and she imagined all his recent women being very experienced.

"You shouldn't be," John said as he climbed over her and laid his head over the corner of her pillow.

Roselyn rolled her eyes and turned around facing the wall and turning her back to him regretting having done it too fast and abruptly as she felt pain down there when she moved her legs.

"Rose?" John asked puzzled seeing Roselyn curling up in the bed like if she didn't want to talk anymore.

"Rose?" John insisted with a more scolding tone this time, he surely wasn't known for his patience, but once again Roselyn ignored him.

"Oh god…" she heard him cursing under his breath and in a second he reached the opposite part of the bed so that Roselyn was forced to look at him in the eyes.

Roselyn inexplicably felt a smile slightly curving her lips but she frowned not to let her silliness ruin her madness. She scowled at the memory of all the ladies he had, and she spat out in all her anger:

"I am sorry if you only had experiences with very capable women!" Her voice peaked and sounded more miserable rather than angry contrary to her will and expectations.

"Again…" John rolled his eyes, recognizing her jealousy. How could he fix in her mind that he didn't care about those women as she is the one who stole his heart?

"I just can't force my mind to stop processing the thought you had other women and inwardly comparing myself to them. I don't know if it's just my personality or if it's because I love you too much but I just wished you in the past was less… active…" Roselyn spat and her eyes filled with tears for the first time since they had met. Was she acting like a psychopath with serious mood swings? Probably yes, but after all they had been through Roselyn always had a woman to win him over to. Even her sister. If her sister was willing to sacrifice their relationship and closeness for him what could the other women do?

"Roselyn I didn't mean to offend you and you have to understand and fix in your mind…" John pointed at her forehead and Roselyn unconsciously squeezed her eyes as he tapped against it.

"That you're the only one for me now and with those other ladies it was only sexual and corporal rather than mental or with feelings involving," John said in a voice full of honesty and like if he meant the words he said.

Roselyn gave a deep breath and smiled at his husband, "I love you." She whispered as she played with his long tuft of hair, and staring at his deep big eyes.

"I love you more." He whispered delicately placing another kiss on her peachy lips as he grabbed her by the back of her neck and leaned her closer to him.

He rolled her body over by grabbing her by her hips and as Roselyn flipped around she could feel him already hard at their touch.

'Was him always like this? Wasn't him tired?' Roselyn wondered as her gaze unconsciously traveled down to his hardness.

"You have this effect on me…" he whispered as he noticed he caught her attention.

Roselyn cleared her voice, as she felt slightly embarrassed and at the same time slightly sorry for not being able to satisfy his urge since her intimacy was still hurting from earlier. "I can't… I can't do it now." Roselyn whispered to him.

He smiled, "don't worry."

Roselyn's face assumed a thoughtful expression as she gazed down at his prominence and swallowed down, "isn't there something I can do which doesn't require my intimacy to be involved?" She blushed as soon as the question gave voice to her wonder and he saw his eyes slightly lighter as he was probably enlightened by an idea that occurred in his mind…

"There's something…" he said as a slight smirk curved his lips and Roselyn frowned thoughtfully.

"What is it?" she asked but then she saw John taking few seconds to think quietly so Roselyn felt the need to remind him that she was willing to do whatever he wanted to satisfy him as much as he satisfied her.

"I want to do … whatever you have in mind." She said sighing.

John nodded as he lifted the sheets and walked over to the bed.

He dropped a pillow down the floor and Roselyn's eyebrows curved down.

He then climbed over the edge of the bed in front of where he dropped the pillow.

"Then please climb down the bed and kneel over the pillow." He said, pointing in front of him and smiling.

Roselyn listened to him and climbed over the bed to kneel. He was kneeling on the bed and as soon as she kneeled down she understood what she was supposed to do like the height of his mouth was parallel to his member.

Roselyn swallowed down, gazing at his hardness that from so near looked even thicker than before.