"Well, I'll want to take it slow," Jon says, laughing warmly. He's smiled more in the past few days than he has in years, he thinks, and he's glad that his new wife has seemed to lift the perpetual melancholy he seems to live under. Her skin is smooth and creamy, her body lushly curved - there's nothing he wants more than to sink into her.

He doesn't, though, not just yet. Jon shifts a bit to move between her legs, hooking them over his shoulders so she's bare to his gaze. She's still in her shift but he's pushed it up around her waist and there's nothing between his mouth and her cunt.

"I'll have to prepare you first, though," he says, placing a messy kiss against her thigh. "I won't want to hurt you. I want you to want me in your bed."