After a couple of minutes, I felt John grow restless, and the gentle caress of his hands as he soothed me became more desperate and wanting. He tilted my chin up to kiss me again, with a newfound energy, grasping me like he never wanted to let go.

–“Are you ready to see what else I can do?”–, He questioned me, staring me straight in the eyes, and voice still silky smooth between the kisses.

His hands moved lower again, and I squealed a barely intelligible reply, telling him that was EXACTLY what I wanted.

The sexual tension from before has completely vanished by now, but I still had to take in a deep breath as he positioned himself again, between my legs. The entire time, the kissing never stopped - I was sure there wasn’t a place left unkissed on my entire body. He ran both hands down the whole length of me, starting on my face and tracing a path down the sides of my neck and over my chest, halting for a few seconds over the nipples, and shooting the darkest, most lusty look before he licked one. I fell back on the pillows, completely overcome by amazing sensations. After that, he continued the journey, gently raking his fingernails over my stomach and then down my legs, to stop at my ankles. He gave me a few seconds to recover, which I sorely needed.

Then, without warning, he parted my legs and put something else in place of his tongue inside me. I gasped his name and he reached for my hand, grasping it reassuringly as he went even deeper. It hurt so much but felt so good, and he was already better than the couple of guys before him.

I hadn’t thought to look at his face before, but as I saw the way he bit his lip and closed his eyes tight to gain some control over himself, I thought it would be over for me before it even started. His breathing was rougher than mine.

–“Did I hurt you?”– He asked.

I saw genuine concern in his eyes as he opened them and surveyed me for any sign that I was in pain.

–“It feels too good to hurt,”– I almost sobbed back. I couldn’t take the waiting any longer.

–“Ok love, get ready,”– he spoke back.

John recognised my impatience, shifted himself to the perfect angle and held my hips in place. I couldn’t believe we were about to do this, and ever since our experience on the sofa in NYC, I’d thought about it quite often. Now it was happening for real.

And just like that, he began pumping away, shaking the whole bed with him. He made little noises as he did it, which I found unmentionably sexy. I found myself involuntarily repeating his name, quietly at first, but increasing in volume as the thrusts increased in intensity and everything felt better and better. John’s own noises were no longer little, either. Our bodies slid over each other and I could feel exactly how hot he was getting, and I could see it in the way his mouth stayed open in a gasp and his lip was nearly bleeding from his bite.

He moved those lips so they were clamped over one breast, and I suddenly grabbed his reddish hair so hard I was sure I’d pulled some out. At first I thought I’d hurt him, but he seemed to really enjoy it, and thrust even harder than before.

It dawned on me again that a similar event was getting closer and closer as the pleasure built. His hands roamed and it looked closer, his teeth on my nipple just adding to it. From the new light that had entered his eyes, John could obviously tell I was close. My fingernails digging into his bare back must’ve said something.

He changed his angle for a few thrusts and then it hit me like a tidal wave, and I nearly blacked out, vaguely aware that he had followed close behind, the distant sound of both our voices screeching my only anchor to reality. When I finally regained control of my senses, I realised John was still laying on top of me, collapsed spread-eagled, and the both of us were still shaking. Together we were a sweaty mess.