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The moment Aeryn stepped into the threshold of hers and John’s shared quarters aboard Talyn, she could sense a shift in the air. Something electric, simmering just beneath the surface.
She tilted her head, eyes narrowing as she studied John in the dim light of their quarters, taking in the sight of him standing near their bed, facing the narrow window, looking out at the stars. His broad shoulders were tense, arms crossed tightly over his chest, feet planted wide in a stance that spoke of almost militant restraint. But there was something else in the set of his posture- something that sent a deep thrill through her. It was the way his hands were clenched, the way his breath seemed to come just a little too fast…
“John?” she called, her voice soft and curious, as she stepped further into the room. She let the door slide shut behind her, the clicking mechanism of the lock echoing in the near silence of the room.
Aeryn slipped her shoes and socks off by the door, and removed her gun and holster, placing them carefully onto a side table whilst keeping her eyes locked on John’s form.
John didn’t turn right away, but she saw the way his shoulders stiffened, a not so subtle shudder running through him. She could practically feel the heat radiating off him, a tangible need that lit a spark of desire low in her belly.
“Something on your mind?” she asked, her tone teasing, a smirk playing at her lips as she padded closer.
Slowly, he turned to face her, and the look in his eyes made her breath catch. There was no mistaking it- raw, unfiltered want, darkening his blue eyes to something almost primal. He looked at her like she was the only thing that could quench the fire burning inside him, and the intensity of it sent a rush of heat through her.
Aeryn arched a brow, her pulse quickening. “Well,” she murmured, stepping into his space and letting her fingers trail along the edge of his black t-shirt. “Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to tell me what you need?”
John let out a low, almost guttural sound, his arms uncrossing, reaching for her with a suddenness that took her breath away.
He pulled her to him, spinning her so her back was against his front. “You,” John rasped, his voice thick with desire, his breath hot against her ear. “All I can think about is you, Aeryn.”
His body was a furnace against her, every muscle taut and coiled with need as he drew her closer. She could feel the heat rolling off him, the solid strength of his chest fitting perfectly to the curve of her back. The unmistakable press of his arousal nudged against the small of her spine, as his hips moved in a slow, deliberate grind that sent sparks shooting through her.
One hand slid the zip of her short leather jacket down, fingers quickly seeking out one of her pert breasts beneath. He cupped it with a possessive, careful grip, his thumb brushing over her hardening nipple in a way that made her breath hitch. His other hand curled around her waist, holding her to him as he continued to grind his hips lightly against her arse.
Her eyes slid shut, her head instinctively tipping back to rest against his shoulder, exposing the curve of her neck. John’s mouth was on her immediately, tracing a slow, tantalising line, up her throat with hot, open-mouthed kisses. His tongue flicked against her skin, the scrape of his teeth sending jolts of pleasure straight to her cunt.
A delicious shiver rippled through her, an uncontrollable tremor of desire that had her arching into him, her body craving more of his touch. The deep, throbbing ache of arousal pooled low in her belly, a visceral, primal response to his words and the possessive way his hands roamed her body.
Until now, their lovemaking had been gentle, a slow, careful exploration of each other's bodies, learning one another and discovering secret pleasures.
But tonight, there was an edge in John's voice, a raw, urgent hunger that promised something darker, something that would push them beyond the tender intimacy they had become so familiar with. It was a promise of rougher hands and bolder strokes, a plunge into the depths of raw, unrestrained desire neither of them had yet dared to explore.
His fingers roamed over the exposed skin of her chest and belly with a boldness that was new, thrilling. He was all rough edges tonight, unafraid to take , to demand , and she wanted to give herself over to it, to him. Aeryn wanted to see what he was capable of, how far he would go if she let him.
He spun her around, pressing her back against the cool metal of Talyn’s bulkhead, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered, “You drive me crazy, you know that?”
Her laughter was low, a taunt as she pressed against him. “Then show me, John,” she dared him, her voice a sultry whisper as her eyes locked with his. “Show me just how crazy. ”
His response was immediate and fierce. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other skimming down her body, fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp. It was a delicious kind of surrender, not of weakness, but of trust. They had always pushed each other, challenged each other, and this was no different.
"I'm going to fuck you tonight," John murmured, his breath hot against Aeryn's mouth as his lips found hers in a bruising kiss.
Aeryn’s cunt throbbed hard and she felt her arousal thoroughly dampening her underwear as she squirmed in his grip. Her thighs clenched together, struggling to contain the heat coursing through her, knees weakening as she fought to stay upright.
A deft hand removed her jacket properly, with John releasing her wrists just long enough to strip the thin straps away, only to recapture them and press them back against the wall above her head with one firm hand.
As her jacket fell away to the floor, Aeryn’s breasts were exposed to the slight chill of the air- a chill that vanished the instant John’s hot mouth closed over one of her nipples.
Aeryn gasped, her cry a sharp exhale as she arched into his touch, seeking more of the wet heat that sent sparks of pleasure through her. Her head thudded back against the wall, the cool metal a stark contrast to the molten sensation of his tongue swirling around her sensitive flesh. He suckled at her with a hunger that bordered on desperate, one hand splayed over her ribs to hold her steady as if he feared she might slip away.
“John …” she managed, her voice trembling with a mix of need and urgency. But he was relentless, moving to her other breast, lavishing the same attention with lips and teeth that made her entire body quiver.
His free hand drifted lower, fingers tracing over the firm planes of her stomach before dipping beneath the waistband of her trousers and underwear. Aeryn’s breath hitched as his fingers found her wet and ready, slipping through her folds with a skill that left her gasping.
“Frell …” she swore softly, her hips bucking into his touch, seeking more.
John straightened so that he could claim her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep, exploring her with a hungry intensity that left her breathless. His hand released her wrists and moved down to cup her jaw. She could feel the curve of his smile against her lips as her hands immediately dropped down to grip his arse, fingers digging in through the firm leather of his trousers as she pulled him closer, a silent plea for more.
He let out a low, satisfied growl against her lips, sending shivers through her. His hand stroked higher, and with a single deft finger, he found her clit, pressing down just enough to draw a breathless gasp from her lips. Her cry of pleasure was swallowed by his mouth as he claimed her lips again in another heated kiss, his finger tracing firm, relentless circles over her most sensitive spot, making her knees buckle.
Aeryn’s hands were far from idle under his delicious assault. One hand had slid under his t-shirt to rake blunt nails down his ribs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, while the other had tangled in his soft hair, fingers tightening to tug lightly, drawing a low groan from him as he devoured her mouth.
John’s fingers threaded through Aeryn’s hair in return, gripping just enough to draw a sharp gasp from her before he claimed her mouth again in a series of deep, intense kisses. He devoured her, each kiss more demanding than the last, his tongue teasing hers, stealing her breath until she was dizzy with desire.
Aeryn melted into him, her hands roaming over the hard planes of his back, desperate for more contact. The light tug at her scalp sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core, making her grind against his teasing finger, seeking more friction.
He groaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating through her as two of his fingers slid down her folds and dipped in to tease her entrance.
“Fuck, Aeryn,” he murmured against her lips, his voice a husky rasp, “you’re so wet for me.”
She could only moan in response, bucking her hips against his hand, craving the pressure, the release. John chuckled darkly, fingers slipping out to tease her lower lips, his touch maddeningly light.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear as he slid one thick finger inside her, his thumb brushing over her swollen clit.
“More,” she gasped, barely able to form words as he pumped his finger slowly, driving her wild. “I need more, John.”
He grinned, adding another finger, his movements faster now, each thrust deeper and more deliberate. Aeryn’s head fell back, her mouth opening in a silent scream as pleasure coiled tight in her belly, ready to snap.
He didn’t let up, his fingers relentless as he pushed her closer to the edge. “Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice a dark whisper against her ear, fingers curling just right, sending her spiraling into a haze of pleasure.
“Yes,” she breathed, barely able to form the word, her hands tangling in his hair, urging him on.
His rhythm was slow, torturous, dragging her closer to the edge with every stroke. He knew exactly where to tease, where to rub and precisely the right amount of pressure she needed to free fall over the edge into orgasm.
And when she felt her walls starting to flutter around him, he covered her mouth with his again, swallowing her cries as she came undone in his arms, her release shuddering through her with a force that left her trembling and barely able to stand.
John held her through it, fingers slowing their rhythm as she came down from the high, his lips softening into gentle kisses along her jaw and neck.
“Oh my- frell, John,” Aeryn gasped, shivering as he carefully slid his hand out from her trousers and gathered her up into his arms. She loosely held his shoulders as he carried her over to their bed and laid her down almost reverently onto the soft covers.
Still a little dizzy, Aeryn managed to sit up against the pillows, hair tousled, skin flushed and lips swollen from their earlier kisses.
She watched, her breath quickening once more as John stripped out of his clothes, his movements unhurried but deliberate. His shirt hit the floor, followed by his trousers and underwear, leaving him gloriously naked before her, revealing a strong, muscular body that she had begun to crave. Her heart continued to race as her gaze lowered to his cock- thick, hard and standing proudly against his stomach. The tip was dark and wet with arousal, a testament to how much he wanted her in that moment.
John’s eyes never left hers, dark and full of promises that sent heat pooling low in her belly and had her writhing on the bed. She watched as he climbed onto the bed with the predatory grace of a hunter closing in on its prey.
Aeryn’s breath caught in her throat, her body already tingling with anticipation. But John didn’t touch her right away. Instead, he took a moment to appreciate the sight of her still half-dressed- her flushed, kiss-marked chest a stark contrast to her dark, tight leather trousers, and the glimpse of black underwear peeking up from beneath.
“Too many clothes,” John purred, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.
Aeryn caught his gaze and couldn’t help but breathe out a little moan of pleasure as she saw a familiar wicked gleam in his deep blue eyes.
Without breaking eye contact, John’s hands reached for the waistband of her trousers. He made quick work of the button and zipper, then began to peel them down her hips with agonising slowness, revealing her toned legs, dench by dench. He paused to press a kiss to her hip bone, his breath hot against her skin, before pulling the trousers completely off, leaving her in nothing but her black underwear.
Aeryn’s body thrummed with need, skin burning under his touch. She reached out for him, but he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head against the pillows, his grip firm but not harsh.
“Uh-uh,” he teased, his voice husky. “You’re gonna let me take my time with you tonight.”
She shot him a defiant look, her eyes blazing with a mix of challenge and desire, but she didn’t resist.
Aeryn was no stranger to intensity, to passion that burned hot enough to consume. But this was different. This was John, her John, and there was a part of her that thrilled at the idea of seeing him come undone, of letting him take her in a way that was all raw need and desperation. She was willing to surrender to it, to him, to the part of him that he had kept reined in, even when they were at their most intimate.
As John leaned back on his heels to observe her, Aeryn felt her cheeks flushing under his intense scrutiny.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, almost to himself, his gaze trailing over her body, following every curve, every line. His eyes were dark, filled with a need that was almost feral, like he was a man starved, finally given a feast.
Aeryn gasped, the sound barely more than a breath, caught off guard by the raw desire in his voice. She wasn’t used to him looking at her like this, like he was barely holding himself back. It was as if every square dench of her was something he wanted to consume, to memorise, to claim.
“John-” she started, her voice shaking a little with emotion, but he didn’t give her a chance to finish.
He lowered his gorgeous mouth to her body, starting at her neck he trailed hot kisses down to her collarbone, his slight stubble grazing her skin in a way that sent delicious shivers and goosebumps all over her body. His hands moved to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they hardened into stiff, aching peaks.
Aeryn moaned, her hips lifting off the bed of their own accord as he continued his descent, kissing and nipping his way down her torso and tummy.
When he reached the waistband of her underwear, he hooked his fingers around it, slowly pulling the fabric down her legs, his eyes finding hers once more.
“Fuck, Aeryn, I wanna watch you come apart under me,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust as he dropped her underwear off the side of the bed and settled between her thighs. He lifted her knees and spread her thighs wide with careful hands. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her completely bare, his fingers tracing the soft skin of her inner thighs.
Aeryn held her breath as she watched him lower himself to rest on his belly, and bit her lip as he breathed her in, his mouth now so close to where she needed him.
The first touch of his tongue against her sent a shock-wave through her, and she cried out, her back arching off the bed.
John groaned against her, the deep, rumbling sound vibrating through her cunt, sending jolts of pleasure radiating outward and making her toes curl. The heat of his mouth was relentless, his tongue lapped at her folds with a hunger that was almost primal. Every flick, every stroke, was precise, yet driven by a desperate need to taste every part of her. He buried his face deeper, as if he could drown in her, inhaling her scent like it was the only air he needed.
His hands gripped her hips firmly, fingers digging into her skin just enough to ground her, to hold her exactly where he wanted. There was no escape, not that she could even conceive wanting one. His touch was both an anchor and a demand, urging her to surrender completely. Aeryn’s fingers clenched hard into the bed-covers either side of her, knuckles white and straining as she tried to brace herself against the overwhelming sensation of his mouth devouring her.
“Frell, frell, frell... oh my- YES John ,” she gasped, her voice breaking as she felt the hot, wet slide of his tongue against her sensitive clit. He responded to her cries with a deep, appreciative growl, the vibration sending a fresh wave of heat crashing through her. He teased her with a relentless rhythm, alternating between flicking his tongue over her clit and sucking it into his mouth, drawing it between his lips until she was quivering beneath him.
Aeryn couldn’t help but buck her hips, trying to grind herself against his face, desperate for more of that maddening pressure. Each thrust was met with his eager mouth, his tongue plunging into her, exploring her depths with a focus that left her breathless. The wet sounds of him tasting her, the way he moaned with every flick of his tongue, it was all too much. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her belly, threatening to break her apart.
But then his mouth was gone.
Crying out, confused at the sudden loss and aching with desire, Aeryn found his lust filled eyes watching her from between her legs. “J-John,” she gasped, her voice raw with need, her hips straining to arch up against him, desperate for the heat of his mouth.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, a dark, satisfied smirk curving his wet lips. “Oh, I don’t think so, Aeryn,” he murmured, his tone dripping with arousal and amusement, each word a tease against her frayed nerves. “I want to hear you beg for it.”
One strong hand pressed down on her quivering lower belly, pinning her to the bed, holding her exactly where he wanted. The other drifted lower, tracing lazy patterns into the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and groin. His fingers moved with a maddening slowness, barely grazing her, sending sparks racing across her skin, making her shudder with frustration.
Aeryn’s eyes flashed with defiance, teeth sinking into her lower lip to stifle another moan. The challenge in his gaze only stoked the fire in her, igniting a fierce battle of wills. But every slow, teasing stroke of his fingertips chipped away at her already weak resolve, the pleasure and need for release building until it was unbearable. She tried to curl her legs around him but he blocked her, holding her open and still with his upper body, determined to have his way with her.
“P-Please,” she gasped at last, her voice coming out as a broken whisper, the last shred of her resistance crumbling under his relentless touch.
His grin widened, triumphant, and he rewarded her by sinking three thick fingers deep inside of her, curling them in just the right way that made her cry out, her back arching off the bed. She was so wet for him that there was no resistance, only the slick slide of his digits as he started to fuck her hard with his hand. He set a relentless rhythm, watching her face with rapt attention as she started to quickly come apart beneath him, her loud moans and cries filling the room.
Aeryn writhed beneath him, her hands desperately searching for something- anything- to anchor herself, fingers clutching at his shoulders, the covers, the bed, as if trying to hold on against the storm building inside her. She rode his hand with abandon, each thrust of his fingers sending her higher, her hips moving on their own as intense pleasure coiled tighter and tighter within her.
And then it hit her. Her entire body went rigid, muscles clenching around him as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, a force so intense it stole her breath. A cry tore from her throat, raw and unrestrained, as she shattered beneath him. She could feel herself pulsing hard around his fingers as he stroked her quivering insides. Aeryn’s eyes rolled back, the sheer intensity of it leaving her gasping, her mind going blank as wave after wave of bliss rippled through her, leaving her trembling and undone on the bed.
Finally, when the last aftershocks had subsided, he pulled back, carefully removing his fingers and pressing one last, lingering kiss to her swollen clit before looking up at her with a satisfied, wicked grin. His lips and chin were wet, glistening with her, and his eyes were dark with triumph and desire.
Aeryn felt utterly boneless, her limbs heavy and sated, yet a deep, insistent need still pulsed through her. Just the sight of John shifting above her, his muscles rippling and his cock standing proud and hard, sent another wave of desire crashing through her. Her breath hitched as she watched him, her body trembling with renewed longing. She ached to feel him inside her, filling her completely.
“John,” she breathed, voice husky and urgent, her hips arching up toward him. “I need you. Now. ”
His gaze locked on hers. “I know baby, just keep your eyes on me,” he ordered, his voice a rough whisper.
She nodded, her pupils blown wide with lust as he settled between her thighs, cock pressed tight against her entrance. His mouth found her neck and he sucked a bruise into her skin as he angled himself and slowly pushed into her. He filled her dench by dench, stretching her in a way that left her breathless. They both groaned at the exquisite sensation, her tight heat pulling him deeper until he was buried to the hilt.
Aeryn’s arms curled tightly around John’s body, her mouth finding his in a deep, hungry kiss that let her taste herself on his tongue.
“Tell me you want me,” John murmured against her lips as they broke for air, his voice a low, commanding whisper.
“I want you,” Aeryn breathed, her nails digging into his shoulders. “I need you, John. All of you.”
John groaned and snapped his hips, hitting deeper with his cock and drawing a cry from deep in her throat.
“God, you feel so good,” he growled, his pace slow but hard, the sound of their bodies coming together filling the room. Aeryn clung to him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper, her body rising to meet his every thrust.
"That's it," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Just like that, Aeryn."
He surged forward, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle, all teeth and tongues and desperate heat. She met him with a fierceness of her own, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer with a hunger that bordered on frantic.
"Don't hold back," she whispered against his lips, her breath hot against his skin. "I can take it, John. I want it."
Her words seemed to snap whatever fragile restraint he had left. He growled, low and primal, and his hands were everywhere at once- rougher now, gripping, kneading, claiming her in a way that made her breath hitch. His touch was possessive, the heat of it searing into her skin as if he couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t have enough of her.
Aeryn moaned, arching into him, surrendering completely to the storm of his need. He surged into her, his hips snapping harder and faster, each thrust driving his thick cock deep, filling her perfectly.
Every stroke was angled to perfection, dragging along the sensitive roof of her vagina, hitting nerves that sent shock-waves of pleasure radiating through her core. The bones of his groin ground against her clit with every shallow stroke and she felt his balls slap against her as he bottomed out each time.
The rhythm he set was relentless, pushing her higher and higher until her entire body felt like a live wire, every nerve ending sparking with electric heat. She clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, reveling in the raw, untamed passion as he drove her closer to the edge with each powerful thrust.
“John,” Aeryn panted, her voice barely a whisper, full of need. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
“Never,” John promised her, his tone laced with determination and hunger as he shifted his angle, hitting that perfect spot deep inside of her that made her cry out, her nails dragging hard down his back. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to take her harder, faster.
The slick, rhythmic slide of his cock inside her was driving her wild, her entire world narrowing down to the intoxicating heat of him, the way he filled her so completely, the way his body moved against hers like they were two parts of a perfect whole. She met him thrust for thrust, her own movements frantic and uncoordinated as the tension coiled tighter and tighter inside her, her release hovering just out of reach, taunting her.
And then John shifted again, bracing himself with one arm as the other slipped between their bodies. When his fingers found her clit, stroking it in slow, precise circles, her world exploded. The dual sensation of his thick cock driving into her and his fingers working her sensitive bundle of nerves was too much, too perfect.
Her vision blurred and whited out as her orgasm ripped through her, a violent, unstoppable force that left her trembling and gasping his name. Her inner walls clenched hard around him, and she heard him groan, his voice thick with the strain of holding back.
"That's it, fuck Aeryn," he growled, his movements becoming erratic as her release pushed him over the edge. He thrust into her one last time, burying himself deep as he came hard, his body shaking with the force of his climax. The sound of his low, guttural moan sent a warm flush of satisfaction through her even as she lay trembling beneath him, her body still pulsing with delicious aftershocks.
For a long moment, neither of them moved, their bodies tangled together, slick with sweat. Aeryn could feel the rapid thud of his heart against her chest, the unsteady rhythm of his breathing as he tried to recover.
She loved the feeling of his weight pressed against her, his larger form covering her like a protective blanket. His cock was still buried deeply inside of her and she shivered as she felt herself involuntarily twitch and quiver around him as she rode the lingering aftershocks of her orgasm.
Slowly, he lifted his head, his dark, sated eyes meeting hers, and she couldn’t help the small, satisfied smile that curved her lips. He brushed a strand of damp hair away from her face, his touch tender despite the raw intensity of what they’d just shared.
"You," he said, his voice rough and almost reverent, "are incredible."
She smirked, still catching her breath. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased, though her voice carried a warmth that betrayed how deeply he’d shaken her.
He chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that resonated through her, sparking warmth deep inside. His mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss, every brush of his lips and sweep of his tongue speaking the unspoken- his love for her, his desire, his need- all woven into the heat of their connection.
Aeryn moaned against him, her hands threading through his sweaty hair, nails raking against his scalp.
His hips moved instinctively, pulling his still-mostly hard cock almost all the way out of her before she felt him pause, teasing her with anticipation. Then, with deliberate slowness, he thrust back inside, filling her completely, making her gasp sharply against his mouth in surprise.
Amazed that he was still hard, Aeryn felt her stomach flip and the embers that still smoldered low in her belly started to fiercely reignite. Feeling the renewed burn of desire and arousal, she broke free of their kiss with a deep groan.
John pinned her there, sliding his cock lazily in and out in short, slow thrusts that sent her nerves sparking into overdrive. He kept his pace for a long while, clearly enjoying the moans he wrung from her throat as his body kept hers in limbo between orgasm and over-sensitivity.
Aeryn felt herself about to lose her mind when John suddenly pulled away, his cock slipping from her with an audible wetness. She could feel the tickle of their previous releases leaking from her cunt and trailing down her skin.
“I hope you’re not too tired,” John murmured hotly against her mouth, his lips brushing hers once more as he shifted above her, raising up onto his knees. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
His hands moved down to grip her hips and before she could respond, he rolled her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so she was bent over, balancing on her now trembling knees and fore-arms. Aeryn’s hands instinctively curled into the covers, anticipating John’s next moves.
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the head of his cock press against her entrance, and when he pushed into her again, filling her completely, the fire in her reignited, roaring back to life. Aeryn closed her eyes, biting her lip hard as the new angle had his cock hitting impossibly deep within her.
John’s grip on her hips was bruising, his fingers digging into her flesh like he needed to anchor himself, needed to hold her there, immovable, as if she might slip away.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice raw and desperate, his hips snapping against her arse. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with her soft whimpers and the guttural growls rumbling in his chest. “You’re so tight- so perfect- so mine .”
Aeryn moaned at his words, her thighs trembling as she arched her back to meet him, angling her hips to take him even deeper. “Harder,” she breathed, her voice shaking, barely audible over the sound of their frantic movements.
One of John’s hands snaked around her waist, pulling her back into him with every thrust, his other slid up her back to press firmly between her shoulder blades, pinning her down to the mattress. The roughness of his touch made her gasp, the intensity dragging cries of pleasure from her throat.
Aeryn’s legs soon started to shake under the onslaught as John obliged her, and she rapidly found herself barely able to hold herself up. John seemed to sense this and paused for the briefest of moments, repositioning her so that she lay comfortably on her front, hips raised a little with a couple of pillows.
That was the only respite she got however, as he was soon covering her again with his body, his chest pressing down on her sweat slicked back and sliding his hot cock back into her depths.
John’s body was a solid, unrelenting weight against hers, pressing her into the mattress as if he couldn’t bear even a breath of space between them. His chest molded to her back, the heat of his skin scorching against hers, every dench of him claiming her in a way that felt carnal, unstoppable. The rhythm of his thrusts were deep and deliberate, his hips driving against her in a way that left no room for hesitation, no mercy in his pace.
Aeryn could hear the wet, slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her, each thrust driving deeper, and she shuddered at the sensation. The slickness between them only intensified as their arousal mixed, trickling down her clenching thighs, leaving a small wet spot on the pillows beneath her hips. The sensation of it all- so raw, so intimate- sent a fresh wave of desire crashing over her, making her ache for more.
John shifted above her slightly, his hips rolling in a way that made her cry out suddenly, her body arching instinctively into him, chasing a sharp, intense spark of pleasure. Aeryn’s breath hitched as she realised John had noticed her reaction and continued to roll his hips in the same way, snapping them harder against her. Aeryn shrieked in pleasure and buried her face into the bed sheets as she clung to them with white-knuckled hands, her body shuddering hard as she raced towards her peak.
The sheer presence of him was overwhelming, the way he surrounded her, every hard muscle against her, his strength and passion pouring into each thrust of his hips. She could feel the heat of his mouth hovering over her neck, his hot breath teasing her skin before he sank his teeth gently into her shoulder, his groan vibrating through both of them.
“God, Aeryn,” he ground out, his voice rough with effort and thick with desire, the words spoken against the curve of her ear. “You feel so damn good.” His lips followed, brushing over the spot he’d bitten, soothing it with kisses, his tongue tracing the line of her neck before he buried his face into her, his stubble scraping in the most maddening way.
With quite a bit of effort, Aeryn turned her head, her breathless voice barely a whisper. “Don’t stop John, please don’t stop, just like that.” She begged him, moaning loudly as his mouth found hers awkwardly over her shoulder.
He kissed her hard, biting at her lips as he continued to smack his hips against her. He broke their kiss and with a low growl whispered against her mouth. “Baby, I’m not stopping until you can’t think straight.”
John redoubled his efforts, one arm lifting him slightly, bracing his weight above her, while the other slid beneath her, strong and steady as he tilted her hips to deepen his angle. His hand moved between them, his fingers seeking out the place where their bodies were joined, the heat of his touch sending shivers rippling through her.
“John …” she gasped, her voice breaking as her body clenched uncontrollably around his cock. She was so close, the tension coiling tight and hot inside her.
John’s fingers found her swollen, oversensitive clit, circling it with maddening precision. He pressed firmly, the combination of his thrusts and the electric pressure of his touch making her shriek his name.
“Come for me, Aeryn,” he growled, his voice rough and commanding, laced with desperate need. It wasn’t a request- it was an order, one her body was powerless to resist.
Aeryn’s eyes rolled back as her climax ripped through her, the intensity overwhelming, leaving her trembling and nearly senseless. Cries of pure, unrestrained pleasure spilled from her lips, her body arching and writhing uncontrollably in John’s firm grasp. The force of it left her shaking, every nerve alight with sensation.
Through the haze of her ecstasy, she distantly heard John shout her name, the sound raw and desperate. His body tensed against hers, his rhythm faltering as he came hard. A shudder wracked him as he buried himself deep, his pleasure spilling hot inside her, each pulse of his release drawing another wave of pleasure from her already trembling body. Together, they rode the storm, their cries mingling as they fell into each other completely.
John collapsed on top of her and for a long moment she just laid, pinned beneath him, uncaring of his weight, only focusing on breathing and trying to regain her equilibrium. He was the first to stir however, lifting himself up and off her with a grunt, his now soft cock slipping wetly from her as he rolled to the side. “Sorry,” he mumbled absently, turning to face her, one hand stroking sweaty hair out of her face as she turned her head to look at him.
He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her sweaty forehead. “Always so damn perfect,” John whispered, his voice still rough with the remnants of their passion.
Aeryn smiled softly and whispered in reply, “I love it when you take control.”
John smirked and found her mouth for another kiss, this time slow and gentle, a stark contrast to before.
Aeryn sighed contentedly as they broke their kiss, and shifted to mirror his position, her hand lifting to trace lazy, soft, aimless circles on his chest. His skin was warm beneath her fingertips, his heartbeat steady and strong. She shifted as he dragged a thin blanket over them and smiled as she felt his arm wrap and tighten back around her, drawing her closer into his embrace as if he couldn’t bear to let her go.
Snuggling into him, Aeryn rested her cheek against his chest, her ear attuned to the rhythmic thump of his heart. It was a comforting sound, grounding her, reminding her that he was here, and he was hers. She closed her eyes, letting the steady cadence soothe her, a smile tugging at her lips.
“Comfortable?” John murmured, his voice low and teasing, his fingers trailing lightly up and down her back.
“Mmhm,” she replied, her voice drowsy but full of satisfaction. “I could stay like this forever.”
John chuckled softly, the vibrations of his laughter rumbling through his chest. “Forever works for me,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
Aeryn tilted her face up to look at him, her gaze soft and unguarded in the dim light. “Good,” she said, brushing her lips lightly over his, the kiss full of quiet affection. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
“Damn right, you’re not,” he whispered against her lips, his arms pulling her even closer.
They lay there, tangled together, uncaring about anything else except one another. The silence between them filled with unspoken promises. The steady rise and fall of their breathing became a gentle rhythm, lulling them into a peaceful stillness, until sleep finally claimed them both.
Fin.