Joan Champernowne Chamber.

Anthony shifted slightly and groaned as he felt her mouth suck on his manhood. His hand brushed through her hairs, keeping away the stray tendrils. He shut his eyes tight and threw his head back on the pillow with another lusty moan.

He groans, such a delicious sound as his eyes snap back into his head. Soon he's reaching for her and crawling down the sheets. His hand cups her womanhood and his skilled fingers soon have her soaked. His mouth at her ear - whispering sweet sighs against her cheek.

"Good, " he mumbled with his lips pressed hungrily to hers'. He wanted more so he didn't wait - he spread her legs and thrust himself into her with a groan.

"You're mine," he breathed as he pushed himself into her.

He moaned as he thrust deeply into her, his tongue moving up and down her chest. He gathered her wrists into his hands and held them above her head - a mischievous smirk on his mouth.

Already he could feel the pleasure rise in him, coursing through every vein - touching each part of him. His eyes shut as he felt his lust nearly reach it's peak, his hands let go of her hands and began to explore her body.

He didn’t hold back, he was selfish in his lust and finally with a loud groan - released himself inside her. He rolled over immediately as a habit, breathing deeply as he rubbed his hands over his face.

He laughed and gathered the sheets around him, feeling his soft lips upon his hot skin, “I don’t supposed I noticed - you’re certainly the first to say it."

He shook his head casually with a gentle laugh, "Not at all," he said simply, "Just a...force of habit."

He rolled over so he could look at her, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, "Not that I'm aware of. I met her cousin...Francis Bryan, a few times but I don't think so."

Anthony had settled back into the bed when he nearly choked upon laughter at her words. He sat up - his eyes wide and mouth gaping.

"I...," he paused - not quite sure what to say. He'd heard they were terrifically uncomfortable for the man and notoriously difficult to buy. She was right though - he was in no hurry to have a child. He had accepted the idea of fatherhood but had not fully embraced it yet. It was strange he thought that the one woman he would be with for life was the first woman who asked for such a thing...no doubt, Anthony thought, some women he had been with hoped for pregnancy to trap him into marriage.

"I suppose...if it is something you'd - prefer...I suppose I could try get one."

"No, no," he muttered, "I'll go into the town tomorrow and try see what I can do."

He lay back again, arranging the pillows behind his head. Perhaps it was better, he thought, better that they thought the same and were of a similar mind.

He replied, "I haven't used one before but there shall be no harm in trying, Joan."

He moved a little closer to her and rested nearer to his side, wrapping an arm over her.

Anthony shut her eyes as she spoke of their life in the future, children running about his home and down to Land's End. It was a golden imagining, them both hand in hand with children scuttling about around them. He smiled and held her closer to him, "One day," he whispered.

He shook his head glanced to her and then back again, shutting his eyes as he felt more relaxed, "I doubt you are...it is probably too soon to tell anyway."