Matthew almost came apart at the sight before him… His beautiful, challenging wife trembling against the door in only her silk negligee, with her head thrown back in pure pleasure. In all the years he had loved her, he was still astounded by the deep connection they shared without saying a word. Easing out of her torturously slowly, Matthew had to stop himself from plunging into her over and over again… as appealing as that sounded, he wanted this to last.

Mary was fast becoming delirious with the pleasure she was feeling. They had barely begun and she was ready to explode… Opening her eyes slowly, her breath caught when she noticed the look in her husband's eye – he was going to make her wait…

An incoherent, desperate sob was heard from Mary's lips as she thrust the lower half of her body against her husband's demandingly. Earning a shocked gasp from Matthew, he released her hands from the door, wrapped his hands around her back, and picked her up, pushing his entire length into her in one swift motion. "Oh! God in heaven…" Mary moaned into his ear as her position suddenly changed... Both her and Matthew loved this position for making love, as they had discovered very early on in their honeymoon. Matthew's strong arms supported her easily as her hands wrapped around his head, keeping his mouth level with her upper chest. Sliding his hands down her silk stockings, he reached her shoes and tugged them off easily. Mary held her breath as she waited for her legs to become bare… and sure enough, Matthew slid his hands up her thighs to her bare flesh… only to suddenly pull her away from the door and bounce her up and down slowly…

"ah, AH!" Mary could not contain her small squeaks of pleasure as Matthew shockingly lifted her away from the door, and walked towards the bed quickly, bouncing her onto his hard shaft the entire time. Gripping her bottom firmly, he deposited her onto the bed, slipping out of her briefly before pressing his weight onto her, slipping inside in one swift motion. "Matthew" Mary whispered into his ear erotically, slipping her legs around his bottom as he picked up the pace. Lifting his head from her shoulder, he looked down at her and almost came apart at the sight. Her dark hair sprawled on the bed in waves, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, her cheeks a deep red ad she blushed with every thrust, and her mouth open in a silent "o". Suddenly opening her eyes, she locked them with his own, and what had started out as pure passion for each other, quickly became more intimate.

Mary looked deep into his blue eyes, slowly losing herself in the ocean she found there. Every movement of his hips sent shocks of pleasure up her spine and pooled at her centre, causing little gasps and moans to escape her lips. Feeling the silk rub against his bare skin, Matthew suddenly lowered his body fully onto his wife's, leaning onto his elbow's softy rubbing her hair with both his hands as he attempted to gain some control over his aching release. The change in position cause Mary to gasp as his Matthew's entire body was suddenly pushing deliciously against her own. Matthew knew she loved him taking control in the bedroom, it was the one aspect of her life she had always been willing to surrender to him, and he had taken full advantage of it the first night they were married…

Brushing his lips with her own, Mary's hands slipped around his back where she dug her nails into the warm flesh. Matthew groaned as Mary's hips pushed urgently against his own in a silent rebuke. He knew what she wanted, and he smirked down at her as an idea formed in his mind… Pulling out of her torturously slowly, Matthew made sure he was perfectly aligned before he plunged back in. "Matthew Crawley!" Mary almost screamed in pleasure as he hit the little spot inside her which made her tingle everywhere. Shockingly, Matthew then stayed in that position, pushing against the spot inside of her without moving. "Matthew! Please…" Mary almost sobbed desperately as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. Hearing Matthew chuckle, she felt the vibrations going through her, and wanting to get the upper hand, she suddenly squeezed him inside, and using all her strength, she flipped them over, landing on top of him with a triumphant smirk on her face…

Matthew almost came apart when Mary suddenly gripped his manhood firmly and flipped them, finding himself helpless against his challenging wife. Looking deep into her eyes, he realised there would always be a game between them. There had been from the first second they had met, and he would not want it any other way. Mary suddenly started thrusting down onto him, hard and fast, causing Matthew to be torn away from his thoughts. Gasping helplessly beneath her, Matthew tugged roughly on her silk chemise, pulling it over her raised arms, wanting to see every beautiful inch of her as she bounced on top of him…

Mary felt like a Greek goddess, completely bared to her husband apart from her silk stockings, running her hands over his chest as she raised herself over his huge manhood and slammed down onto him in quick succession. Matthew was almost at the point of no return, his chest heaving as his Mary made passionate love to him. Gripping her hips, he attempted to slow her down, however it only made her more desperate when the firmness of his grip allowed him to enter her harder.

"Oh God.. Mary... Mary please!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Ah… God Matthew!" Their moans became louder as Mary bounced onto him faster and faster. Looking down at Matthew his eyes were shut tight and his brow crinkled as if in pain. Mary knew that face all too well, and sure enough a few seconds later, Matthew let go of her waist, causing Mary to lose momentum. Gripping his hands firmly, she returned them to her waist and lunged down onto him, gripping him firmly.

"Jesus Mary!"

"Don't- even- think - about it- darling…" Mary panted her response with every bounce of her hips. Realising Mary wasn't going to slow down, he decided to win the game once and for all… He wanted to hear her scream his name as he exploded inside of her…

Sliding his hands up her stomach, he placed his hands on her nipples, pinching and rubbing gently, watching her face flush with pleasure. She groaned in disappointment when he removed one hand from her breast, only to squeak loudly when he started rubbing her swollen nub instead. Her high pitched moans became louder and louder as they both felt the climax fast approaching. Matthew removed his hand from her breast and placed it around her back, pulling himself into a sitting position so he could pleasure her more easily. Mary was barely aware of his movement, she was still bouncing and writhing over him. It wasn't until Matthew latched his mouth onto her breast that she gripped his shoulders in desperation, aching for her orgasm to reach its peak. Sucking on Mary's nipple and rubbing her clitoris was driving Matthew to within an inch of his sanity. As their moans overlapped and their dripping centres collided together, Matthew brought his head up from her chest and locked eyes with Mary.

She matched him in his movement, placing her hands on his face as they felt the moans on each other lips. For one second, everything connected. Every longing look they had ever shared, every spark that had simmered between them, every secret touch of their skin when they were alone, every precious, passionate moment they had spent on their honeymoon, and every desire they now held for each other. The connection boiled over like a ticking time-bomb waiting to explode, and with one final, hard thrust of Matthew's hips, they did.

Gripping each other tightly, they erupted in a scream and a moan as their centres fused together. Heads thrown back in pure ecstasy neither of them had felt until now. As the waves of pleasure rolled over them, their bodies did the same. Mary collapsed onto Matthew on the bed, still connected, as they slowly sought control of their breathing. Trembling and sated, Matthew slipped form Mary as she collapsed onto his side, both instantly finding a blissful sleep.

"I love you darling"

"I love you too"