Convincing - NSFW Desire and John

[whatdoesithurt]

"Even the future fails to defeat winter," Desire smirked, shifting her hips to thrust gentle against him. "I'm sure you'll get it right eventually."John's smile was wiped clean as he groaned, his cock rising hard against his stomach. She, of course, knew every spot, every place on his body, how exactly to get him so hot he thought his head would

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[burnbrightnfast]

She leaned forward and rested her hands against his chest, fingers tweaking at his nipples in a much gentler manner than she had ever used on him before. This time would be playful, just so she could prove he could get what he wanted and still think he was holding to some of what he had said to her before.

[whatdoesithurt]

He laughed a little, letting his hands return to their roaming. "Teasing tonight, are we?"

[burnbrightnfast]

"I'm feeling... frisky." Her smile was wide and wicked. Frisky was the perfect word. She wasn't in a dangerous mood, but she was certainly up to teasing.

She leaned down for a kiss.

[whatdoesithurt]

John leaned up to meet her. One hand tangled in her hair, enjoying the length as something he could hold onto, and sent his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting her, liking the intimacy of it.

[burnbrightnfast]

She moaned into the kiss, moving up him and swirling her hips again, directly over his this time. Her fingers tickled gently at his ribs and moved down to massage at his hip bones.

[whatdoesithurt]

John grunted happily. He could feel the heat of her, how wet she was, and he wanted more, but her grip was just enough to keep him from moving. So he did what he could do and kept the kiss deep, his hand still buried tight in her curls.

[burnbrightnfast]

Her hands moved again, this time to stroke his staining cock slowly - languorously - from base to tip. She pulled away from the kiss, head stopped before she could get very far away because of the hand in her hair. Her pink tongue licked along thoroughly kissed lips and her breath was heavy. "Why John, you seem to impatient."

[whatdoesithurt]

"Impatient might be the word," he panted, trembling at the touch of her hand, "begging for it is probably more accurate."

[burnbrightnfast]

And she was enjoying his begging. "I think you could be more vocal."

[whatdoesithurt]

"What do you want to hear?" he asked, pushing up onto one arm, the other still in her hear, "want me to beg you to fuck me? To blow me?"

[burnbrightnfast]

"I don't know, John. Why don't you go with your gut?" Her hand squeezed tighter around him.

[whatdoesithurt]

"Oh fuck me," he groaned, head dropping back as his whole body jerked in reaction to the squeeze.

[burnbrightnfast]

"If you insist," she laughed, using the hand holding him to angle him correctly and beginning a long, slow slide into her.

[whatdoesithurt]

He almost thanked her, but he choked the words off, sitting up instead. John wrapped his arms around her, one around her waist, the other lower so he could settle a hand on her ass. He urged her on, wanting to feel the rise and fall of her hips, the slick heat of her.

[burnbrightnfast]

Desire settled into his arms, but didn't start moving like he urged. Instead she descended down onto his lap and began a slow twisting of her hips, her inner muscles beginning to ripple around him.