Chapter 2: Building Tension
Sweat glistened upon their bodies as John and Sarah stood in the lavish bathroom of their honeymoon suite, their mouths locked in a Soul-Deep, explosive kiss. The exotic scent of flowers mingled with the salty ocean breeze, creating an ambiance of pure indulgence. The luxury of their surroundings flooded every sensation, every inch of their consciousness. Their bodies mirrored the ceiling fan's slow rotation; a dance of mutual desire and affection.
Their arms wrapped around one another, fingers intertwining as they both breathed heavily, reveling in the pulses of post-orgasm euphoria coursing through their veins.
John's thigh rubbed lazily against Sarah's hips, filling the void as their moisture-laden bodies commingled. Their muscles relaxed, voluptuous curves softened, but neither was ready to sever the connection yet.
"God, Sarah," John growled, nuzzling her neck, his voice a husky whisper.
John moved to the shower , turning the faucet, the sound of running water filling the room. He pulled Sarah under the rainfall showerhead, the water cascading down on them, washing away the remnants of their passionate lovemaking.
Sarah's dirty-blonde hair clung to her face as she looked up, her emerald eyes sparkling with desire. Her c-cup breasts glistened in the dim light, her rosy nipples hard and erect.
The drops of water trailed down her chiseled abs, disappearing into her round ass.
The herculean ropes of cum that had erupted from John left his cock limp
and satisfied between his legs, still twitching occasionally as aftershocks of pleasure ran through him. His muscular chest rose and fell as he caught his breath, eyes locked on his beautiful wife. Sarah felt the water caress her skin, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body.Her sensitive breasts were crushed against John's sculpted chest, her fingers running down his washboard abs and then back up, caressing every mound.
Now it was time for John to marvel at his wife's body. Sarah looked as if she were carved from marble, her curves softening the hard lines of her fitness. He ran his hands over her curves, feeling the firmness of her muscles beneath soft flesh. His touch was tender to the point of worship, as if he were tracing the lines of a masterpiece.
Pure love, affection, and acceptance radiated from John's gaze, making Sarah feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
John moved to turn the shower hotter, the steam rising around them as the water temperature increased. Sarah moaned softly, her eyelids fluttering closed as the hot water pounded against her skin, massaging her muscles, loosening her up.
John lathered up a body wash, the scent of sandalwood filling the air. He started at her shoulders, his strong hands rubbing the soap into her skin, working his way down her arms, her back, her ass. He took his time, his touch firm yet gentle, making Sarah's body hum with anticipation.
He worked his way down her legs, his hands kneading her muscles, his fingers digging into her flesh. By the time he reached her feet, Sarah was a quivering mess, her breath coming in short gasps, her pussy throbbing with need.
Sarah noticed that his cock remained
flaccid, a result of their recent marathon of lovemaking. But she knew him. She knew his body, knew his appetites. And she knew that he wasn't done with her yet.
"when is your friend going to be ready for round two," Sarah asked, her voice a low purr, her eyes locked onto his cock.
"well, we beat my cock like it owed us money -," John started, but Sarah cut him off with a smirk.
John groaned, his hips bucking slightly at her touch. "Give it a minute, baby. It's just...tired," he said, a playful grin on his face as he kneeled in front of her, his hands on her hips.
Sarah bit her lip, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
John continued, "in the meantime, I have other ways to make you feel good."
Sarah raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh yeah? And what might those be?"
John chuckled, his sudsy hands sliding from her hips to her ass to her thighs, squeezing the firm flesh everywhere they went. John stood up, pressing his body against hers, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss. "You fucking love it, Sarah," he growled, his tongue delving into her mouth, claiming her fully.
Sarah moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. John's hands slid up her sides, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. Sarah gasped, her head falling back, breaking their kiss.
John took advantage, his mouth moving to her neck, biting, sucking, marking her. John then reached for the shower controls and turned the heat as high as it would go. The steam billowed around them, making their skin slick and slippery. Sarah moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back in wet tendrils.
"turn around, and put your hands on the door," John commanded, his voice a low sense of mischief.
Sarah did as she was told, her heart pounding in her chest, her body already tingling with anticipation. She could feel John's eyes on her, could feel the heat of his gaze as he took in her body, wet and glistening under the shower's spray.
John reached for the body wash again, lathering up his hands, his cock twitching back to life at the sight of Sarah's ass. He moved closer, his hands sliding up her back, his touch firm yet gentle. Sarah moaned, her body arching into his touch, her ass pressing against his agonizingly slowly growing erection.
John went from her back to her front, pulling her shoulder blades into his chest, her ass grinding against his mostly flaccid cock. John's hands went to her tits, his fingers pinching her nipples, rolling them between his digits. Sarah's head fell back against his shoulder, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.
The sudsy pads of John's fingers roamed wildly over her body, massaging and kneading her shoulders, her arms, her breasts. Sarah leaned into his touch, her back arching, her ass grinding back against him.
John's fingers found her nipples again, teasing and pinching the sensitive peaks, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Sarah's body. She moaned loudly, her hands gripping the shower door tightly.
Both hands traipsed mercilessly over every square inch of her body, from her chin to her calves, John's touch leaving no part of her untouched.
John took both hands to her neck only to trail them down to her breasts, cupping them, kneading them, making Sarah moan in pleasure.
He didn't stop there, both hands pawed at her abs , tracing the lines of her chiseled stomach, making her gasp and shiver.
Sarah could feel his flaccid cock pressing against her ass, and she couldn't help but grind back against him, desperately attempting to will it to life.
John then let one hand lower towards her clit as the other returned to her breast, tweaking her nipple, sending electric shocks of pleasure through her body. Sarah gasped, her hips bucking forward, seeking more friction.
"You want some attention here, baby?" John asked, his voice a low growl as his fingers brushed against her clit, making her moan loudly.
"Fuck yes," Sarah panted, her eyes fluttering closed, her body aching with need.
John chuckled, his fingers circling her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her squirm.
"You're so fucking greedy, Sarah. Always needing more, always wanting more."
Sarah bit her lip, her breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck you, John. You love it."
John's laugh was low and sexy, sending shivers down her spine. "You're right, baby. I fucking love it." His fingers picked up speed, his touch firm and relentless. Sarah could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath hitching.
"You're so fucking greedy, aren't you, baby?" he growled, his lips finding her ear, his tongue tracing the shell.
Sarah could only moan in response, her body writhing against his, seeking more contact, more friction. John's hand on her breast squeezed hard, his fingers pinching her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
The heat from the shower was intense, but it was nothing compared to the inferno building inside Sarah. Every touch, every word from John fueled the fire, making her crave more. She needed him, all of him.
"Fuck, John," she panted, her hips grinding back against him, seeking relief. "I need you inside me."
John chuckled, his breath hot on her ear. "Not yet, baby. I'm not done playing with you."
Sarah groaned in frustration, her body aching with need. Her nails attempted to scratch the shower door , leaving marks in the steam as she tried to maintain control.
She didn't know wether to grind back against him or thrust forward, the pleasure was too much. "Fuck, John, please," she begged, her voice ragged, her body on fire.
John tenderly kissed her neck, his hands still exploring her body, refusing to give in to her pleas.
John whispered sweet nothings into her ear his voice dripping with passion, "you are my wife, and you deserve to be worshipped, Sarah. I want to make you feel things you've never felt before."
Sarah moaned loudly, words failing her as John's fingers continued their relentless assault on her clit.
Her hips rocketed forward, seeking more friction, more pressure; only to slam backward, desperately willing John's cock to harden and fill her. She could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, could feel the wetness coating her thighs. She was so close, so fucking close.
John's fingers moved with expert precision, his touch firm yet gentle, coaxing her body closer and closer to the edge.
Her body was on fire, her pussy throbbing with need. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath hitching.
John growled, his fingers picking up speed, his touch firm and relentless.
Her nails valiantly scratched the glass door
, leaving behind a symphony of desperate marks in the steam as she struggled to hold on.
"Look at you, Sarah," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper against her ear.
Sarah could only whimper in response, her body beyond coherent thought. She could feel the pressure building, her orgasm tantalizingly close. She needed more, needed to feel him inside her.
He chuckled, his breath hot on her ear, his lips brushing against her neck.
"You're so fucking close, baby. I can feel it. Your pussy is throbbing, isn't it?" John's fingers continued their relentless assault on her clit, his touch firm and steady, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Sarah's hips couldn't decide which direction to move in, her body wracked with pleasure, her muscles taut as a bowstring. She could feel the orgasm building, her pussy throbbing with need, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Fuck, John. I need to come," she panted, her voice ragged, her body on fire.
Sarah groaned in frustration, her nails scraping against the shower door, leaving desperate marks in the steam.
John decided she's had enough as he whispered in her ear, "cum for me right now, baby. Let me feel you shatter."
Sarah's body responded as if he'd flipped a switch. Her pussy clenched, her muscles tensed, and she cried out, her voice echoing off the marble walls. John kept his fingers moving, drawing out her orgasm, making her ride the wave of pleasure until she was a quivering mess in his arms.
As Sarah came down from her high, John spun her around, his mouth crashing against hers in a hungry, desperate kiss. He pulled her into a hug, his hands roaming her body, his touch firm yet gentle. Sarah could feel his cock finally showing signs of life, hardening against her stomach. She moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding against him, seeking more contact.
John chuckled, breaking their kiss and looking into her eyes. "Impatient, aren't you?"
Sarah smirked, her hands going to his ass, pulling him closer. "Always, when it comes to you."
John's grin was wolfish, his eyes gleaming with desire. "Is that so?" John walked them backwards until Sarah's back hit the cool marble wall of the shower. The freezing wall
against her heated skin sent a jolt through her, making her gasp. John took advantage, his mouth capturing hers in a searing kiss. His tongue demanded entry, and Sarah eagerly obliged, their tongues dancing, exploring, claiming. John's hands, hot and slick with soap, roamed her body, squeezing her ass, her thighs, her breasts. Sarah moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding against him, seeking his hardness. She could feel it, growing, pressing against her stomach, and it drove her wild.
Sarah broke their kiss, her hands going to John's cock, wrapping around it, stroking it to life. John groaned, his head falling back, his hips bucking into her touch.
Sarah smirked, "your turn, turn around." She pushed him gently, and he complied, turning around to face the wall. Sarah took a moment to appreciate the view, John's muscular back, his ass, his powerful legs. She could see his cock, hard and ready, pressed against the marble wall.
She reached around, her hands going to his chest, her fingers tweaking his nipples, making him hiss. She then moved down, her hands roaming his abs, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. She could feel him tense, could feel his body humming with anticipation.
Sarah didn't disappoint. Her hands ran down his back, her nails scratching lightly, making him shiver. She grabbed his ass, squeezing the firm flesh, her fingers trailing down to his thighs, his calves, before moving back up again.
John moaned, his body aching with need. He could feel his cock throbbing, pressing against the wall, desperate for release.
Sarah's hands were driving him wild, her touch firm yet gentle, teasing and taunting his body. He could feel her breath on his back, her lips brushing against his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
"Fuck, Sarah," he groaned, his hips bucking slightly, seeking more contact. "You're killing me."
Sarah chuckled, her hands moving to his hips, her fingers digging into his flesh. "Is that so?" she asked, her voice a low purr. Slowly she poured soap onto her hands, working it into a lather. She reached around, her soapy hands sliding up John's legs, her fingers kneading his muscles. John groaned, his head falling back, his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation.
Sarah's hands moved to his inner thighs, her fingers brushing against his balls, making him hiss. She could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, pressing against her arm. She smirked, her hands moving to his ass, squeezing the firm flesh.
"Turn around, John," she commanded, her voice low and sultry. John complied, turning around to face her. His blue eyes were dark with desire, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. Sarah smirked, her eyes locked onto his cock, hard and ready, standing at attention. She licked her lips, her heart pounding in her chest, her mouth watering with need.
"Fuck, Sarah," he growled, his voice hoarse with need. "What are you going to do to me?"
Sarah smirked, her soapy slick hands sliding up his chest, her fingers toying with his pecs. "Whatever I want," she replied, her voice a low purr. She pushed him gently, until his back hit the wall.
His eyes widened, anticipating her next move. Sarah smirked, her soapy hands sliding down his body, over his abs, his hips, until they reached his throbbing cock. She wrapped her hands around it, her fingers barely touching, it was that thick. Sarah chuckled, her hands moving slowly, torturously, up and down his length. Sarah kept her movements deliberate, her hands tight around his cock, her fingers barely touching, creating a maddening pressure that had John gritting his teeth.
"You like that, baby?"
John could only nod, his breath coming in short gasps, his body aching with need.
John felt a mischievous idea pop in to his head, "what would you do if i walked out of this shower right now?" he asked, his voice a strained pant clearly coming unglued at the seams.
Sarah changed her grip so now her nails delicately griped his shaft, not hard enough to cause pain, but hard enough to announce their presence. She dragged her nails from the base up to the tip, watching as every muscle in John's body tensed.
"You think I'd let you walk away, John? After all, it took to get you here? To get you hard like this?" She looked down at his cock, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
John swallowed hard, his eyes locked onto her hands, watching as she worked him over.
She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear, "I'd chase you, John. I'd chase you down, tackle you to the ground, and I would suck your cock so fucking hard, you'd be begging me to stop." She punctuated her words with a firm stroke, her fist tight around his shaft, her thumb brushing against the sensitive head, spreading a bead of pre-cum around.
John groaned, his hips bucking slightly, fucking her hand as she spoke. "Fuck, Sarah. You're trying to kill me."
Sarah chuckled, her hand moving faster, her grip tighter. Sarah said, "No, baby. I'm not done with you yet." She dropped to her knees, her green eyes locked onto his cock, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. John groaned, his hands fisting her hair, his eyes dark with desire. Sarah smirked, her hands gripping his thighs, her fingers digging into his flesh. She leaned in, her breath hot on his cock, making him shudder.
John watched, his heart pounding in his chest, as Sarah's tongue snaked out, licking a slow, torturous path up his shaft.
She started at the base, her tongue flat, lapping at him like a cat with cream. He groaned, his hips bucking slightly, seeking more contact. Sarah chuckled, her hands gripping his thighs, holding him in place.
"Not yet, baby," she murmured, her voice a low purr. "I'm in charge here. And I want to take my time."
John swallowed hard, his eyes locked onto her mouth, watching as she parted her lips, taking the head of his cock inside. He groaned, his eyes fluttering closed, his body tensing as she swirled her tongue around him, tasting him, teasing him. She pulled back, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she looked up at him. "You taste so fucking good, John. I could suck your cock all day."
"Fuck, Sarah," he growled, his voice low and strained. "Stop playing with me."
"no, I don't think I will, I love playing with you," Sarah teased, her tongue flicking out to lick the underside of his cock, making John shiver.
Sarah removed the magnificent cock from her mouth and looked up at John, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She began to kiss her way towards the base of his massive dick, never breaking eye contact. She kissed his dick like it were a corn cob at a county fair, individual kisses dotting the path to the base of his cock.
Sarah could feel his thighs trembling, and she knew he was close to losing control. She could feel his cock throbbing against her lips. She could hear his heartbeat in his cock, could feel the blood pulsing through it. She lazily licked around the base of his cock as if it were an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.
John began pawing at the walls, much the same as Sarah had done earlier, his fingers scratching and clawing at the marble. His breath was now coming in short, rapid bursts, and she knew he was on the brink. With a wicked grin, Sarah asked "Tell me what you want, John," she purred, her voice a low, sultry whisper.
John's breath hitched, "I want you to suck my cock, Sarah. I want to feel your mouth around me, your tongue on me."
Sarah smirked, her eyes gleaming with desire. "Like this?" she asked, her tongue snaking out to lick the thick throbbing vein that ran from the base of his cock to the tip.
She looked up at him, her green eyes gleaming with mischief, her lips glistening with saliva. "Or maybe like this?" she asked as she licked her lips and took him into her mouth, her wet, warm tongue swirling around his sensitive head, and no more. She pulled back, looking up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
John's nails were digging into the marble wall, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "You're killing me."
"That's the plan, baby. Slow and torturous."
She leaned in, her tongue snaking out, licking a slow, torturous path up his shaft. John groaned, his hips bucking slightly, seeking more contact.
Sarah smirked, her hands gripping his thighs, pushing him back in to place.
Sarah's tongue snaked out, licking a slow, torturous path up his shaft. She looked up at him, her green eyes gleaming with mischief. "You want more, baby?"
The animalistic stare in John's eyes had Sarah's pussy dripping; she knew she had him right where she wanted him.
"Fuck yes, I want more," he growled, his voice low and strained.
Sarah smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his thickness. It was like trying to fit a Pringles can into her mouth, and she loved every second of it.
The moment her lips latched sealed around the head of his cock, John roared a moan that could've sent pandas into heat. Sarah hummed, the vibrating sensation making him twitch in her mouth. She could feel his cock throbbing, pulsing with need, and it spurred her on. She took him deeper, her lips stretching wider, her tongue flattening against the underside of his shaft, tasting him, teasing him.
"Fuck, Sarah," he groaned, his hands clawing at the marble walls. He knew that if he took his hands off the walls, he would grab her head and ram his cock down her throat, and he loved her too much to hurt her. But fuck, she was making it hard. The way she was sucking him, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her lips tight around him, it was driving him wild. He kept his hands firmly planted on the wall, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip.
Sarah could see the strain in his arms, the tension in his shoulders, and it turned her on even more. She wanted to push him, to test his limits, to see how far she could take him before he snapped.
She pulled back, her lips popping off his cock with a wet sound. "You like that, baby? You like having my mouth on your cock?" She looked up at him, her green eyes gleaming with mischief and desire.
John was practically hyperventilating , his chest heaving, his eyes wild. You're a fucking witch. I swear to God, if you don't put your mouth back on my cock in the next five seconds, I'm going to explode."
Sarah smirked, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Oh, I have no intention of stopping, baby. I just wanted to give you a chance to beg."
John growled, his hands trembling with the effort required to hold them in place. "You're fucking sadistic, Sarah."
Sarah just chuckled, her breath hot on his cock. "And you fucking love it."
She then leaned in, her tongue snaking out to lick the underside of his cock, making him hiss. She then took him into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his thickness. She started to move, her lips sliding up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling around him, tasting him, teasing him.
Sarah chuckled, her hands gripping his thighs, pushing him back against the wall.
"You're playing with fire." John's voice was a low growl, his eyes burning into her, his cock throbbing in her mouth. Sarah could feel the heat radiating off him, could feel the tension in his body, and it made her crave more.
She removed the fat cock from her mouth as Sarah smirked, her tongue snaking out to lick her lips. "I know. And I can't wait to get burned." Sarah's voice was a low purr, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she took him into her mouth once more. This time, she didn't tease, didn't torture. She took him deep, awaiting her gag reflex to tell her when to stop.
Sarah had sucked a cock before, but none like John's. He was massive, his length impressive, and his girth filled her mouth completely. She could feel her jaw stretching, her lips straining around him, her tongue flattening against the underside of his shaft.
The other cocks she'd sucked had been like lollipops, easy to take, easy to enjoy; and they made ger gag reflex kick in within seconds. She only held the tip of John's cock in her mouth. Her mouth tore around it, her tongue dancing around the sensitive head in circles. John's breath caught in his throat, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily.
Sarah though to herself, in for a penny, in for a pound, and she relaxed her throat, taking him deeper.
She took him to where she expected ger gag reflex to kick in, but it didn't. Instead, she felt a warmth spread through her, a sensation of fullness she'd never experienced before. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it slid down her throat, and it was intoxicating; yet over half of his cock remained outside her mouth, begging for more, awaiting her warmth. Sarah bobbed from this new depth to the tip, her tongue dancing around his head, her hand working the remaining length in tandem with her mouth. John's moans echoed off the marble walls, his hands on the walls being the only thing keeping him standing. Sarah could feel his thighs trembling, his abs clenching, and she knew he was close, but she was going to push him further.
Sarah again thought to herself, in for a penny , in for a pound, and she went deeper. She wasn't going to stop until she had taken every inch of him or had passed out. She took him deep, her lips brushing against the base of his cock, her nose pressed against his abdomen. She couldn't believe she'd taken him all in, and she felt a thrill of pride and power course through her.
She looked up at John, his eyes wide with disbelief and lust, his chest heaving. She held him there, her throat muscles contracting around him, milking him. The most surprising part, her gag reflex didn't come, instead, she felt a sense of accomplishment, of power. She'd taken him all in, something he'd never experienced before.
Most women couldn't handle more than half of him, let alone all of it. But Sarah, fuck, she was something else. She held him there, her throat muscles contracting around him, milking him, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to come right then and there.
John's cock was different. It was a challenge, a dare, a fucking prize worthy of a champion, and Sarah was the fucking champion.
She pulled back, her lips popping off his cock with a wet sound that echoed in the bathroom. She looked up at him, her green eyes gleaming with satisfaction and desire.
John was panting, his chest heaving, his eyes wild. Before he could even utter a word, Sarah dared herself to prove it wasn't a fluke. She dove back in, taking him deep, her lips brushing against his base, her nose nestled against his abs. She held him there, her throat muscles squeezing around him, milking him. John let out a primal roar, his cock sliding in and out of her throat with ease.
Sarah took this as the sign to finally break him. Her head bobbed as fast as her body could manage, her tongue and lips working in tandem to drive him wild. Her hands roamed all over his abs, possessively grabbing handfuls of the rock-hard muscles, her nails digging into his flesh.
To say that his cock was throbbing would be the understatement of the century, it was pulsating, aching, yearning for release, bucking like a wild stallion, desperate to be ridden.
Sarah could feel it, every ridge, every vein, every fucking inch of it, as it slid in and out of her throat, her lips stretched wide around his thickness. She loved it, every fucking second of it. She wanted more, needed more, craved more.
Sarah felt the final moment approach, his cock swelled in her mouth, throbbed, and then it happened.
John's cock erupted like a fucking geyser, spurt after spurt of cum filled Sarah's mouth, she fought not to spit as the volume became almost comically large. She swallowed frantically as the thick, hot, salty liquid filled her mouth; each rope of fuck sauce coated her mouth, teasing the back of her throat. She'd felt him throbbing, pulsating, aching, bucking, and then an ungodly amount of cum filled her mouth.
She swallowed it all, every last drop, savoring the taste of him, the heat of him, the power of him. She pulled back, her lips popping off his cock with a wet sound, a string of cum connecting them briefly before snapping and landing on her chin. She licked her lips, her tongue snaking out to clean the cum from her chin, her eyes locked onto John's.
John was panting, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with disbelief and satisfaction. "Fuck, Sarah," was all he managed to say, before he felt his legs gave way. He slid down the wall, his back hitting the cold marble floor with a thud. He lay there, his eyes closed, his body spent, his cock still throbbing from the intensity of his orgasm.
Saah reached for the shower head controls, turning the water off. She then likewise collapsed to the floor, her body spent, her pussy throbbing with pure satisfaction. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the evidence of her own pleasure. She looked at John, his eyes closed, his chest heaving, a satisfied smirk on his lips. She couldn't help but smile, a sense of pride washing over her. She'd done that, she'd broken him, she'd made him come so hard he'd seen stars. She felt powerful, sexy, desired.
She looked at John, lying on the bathroom floor, his chest heaving, his cock deflated drained of every ounce of virility. Yet it was still impressive. She smirked, crawling towards him, her tits swaying, her hips rolling. She wanted more, and she knew he did too, despite his exhaustion.
"Look at you, all spent," she teased, her voice a low purr. "I thought you were supposed to be this big, strong man." John opened his eyes, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "I am, baby. But you're something else. You fucking exhausted me."
Sarah cuddled up next to him, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest, "Poor baby. Did I wear you out? You should've seen it coming." John chuckled, his hand reaching up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple, making it harden. "Oh, I saw it coming alright. I just didn't think you'd be able to handle all of me."
Sarah giggled, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, I can handle you, John. Every fucking inch of you." She leaned in, her tongue snaking out to lick his nipple, making him shiver. "In fact, I want more. I want all of you."
John's eyes darkened, his cock twitching at her words. "You're fucking insatiable, Sarah." He growled, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her on top of him. "How about tomorrow morning, I fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk straight?"
Sarah smirked, her body already aching with need. "Promises, promises."
John chuckled, his hands squeezing her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Oh, baby, I always keep my promises."
Sarah could feel his soft cock against her, pressing against her pussy, making her ache with need. She grinded against him, her hips moving in slow circles, her pussy lips spreading around his shaft, coating him with her arousal.
John groaned, his hands gripping her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh, pushing her against him, encouraging her.
"Fuck, Sarah, you're so wet," he growled, his voice low and strained. "You're fucking dripping, baby." "That's what you do to me, John. You make me so fucking horny, I can't help it."
She leaned in, her tongue snaking out to lick his neck, her teeth nibbling on his earlobe, "tomorrow morning, huh? That's a long time to wait, John. I want you now."
John let out a low growl, his hands gripping her ass, lifting her up slightly, positioning her over his cock. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, her pussy lips spreading around him, welcoming him in.
"Fuck, Sarah," he groaned, his voice strained with need. "I don't think either of us have enough in the tank for that. You've fucking worn me out." Sarah ground her hips against him, her pussy lips sliding along his soft shaft, coating him with her arousal, "I know," she quietly pouted.
"How about we go to bed, get some rest, and start fresh in the morning?" John suggested, his hands rubbing her back soothingly. Sarah leaned in and whispered, "there's just one problem with that, John... I am not sure I could stand to walk to the bed," Sarah whispered, her breath hot on his ear.
John deeply belly laughed which caused his cock to twitch against her pussy. "Well, I guess we'll just have to make do here then, won't we" he replied sarcastically, between fits of laughter. Sarah rolled her eyes with a smirk, "You're such an asshole."
"You know the funniest thing," John asked, "I am not sure I could stand either." The moment that Sarah met his gaze she bust into laughter, her body shaking on top of him.
John joined in, his hands gripping her sides, his body convulsing with laughter. It felt good, the release of tension, the shared joy.
As their laughter subsided, Sarah leaned in, her lips finding John's tenderly. He responded, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.
"well, I am not sleeping on the floor, that's for sure," Sarah muttered against his lips.
"Mmm, neither am I," John agreed, his hands roaming her body, cupping her ass, squeezing her tits. "So, what do we do?" Sarah asked, her voice breathy, her chest heaving.
"I guess we'll have to crawl our way to the bed," John replied, his hands squeezing her ass, making her grind against him. Sarah smirked, her hands roaming his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs.
His hands still roaming her body, still exploring her curves.
Sarah shivered, her nipples hardening at his touch, her pussy throbbing with need. "Crawl?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah, baby. We'll crawl to the bedroom. On our hands and knees," John clarified, his eyes gleaming with mischief and desire.
Sarah gasped, her eyes widening, her heart pounding in her chest. "You want me to crawl to the bedroom like a fucking animal?" she asked, her voice laced with surprise and excitement.
John smirked, his hands continuing to explore her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine, making her shiver. "Yes, I do," he growled, his voice low and dominant. "I want to watch that perfect ass of yours wiggle as you crawl to the bedroom."
Sarah's breath hitched, her pussy throbbing at the thought. She bit her lip, her eyes gleaming with desire. "You're such a dirty talker, John. I fucking love it."
John smirked, his hands squeezing her ass, spreading her cheeks. "And you're such a dirty girl, Sarah. I fucking love it."
"Now, get on your hands and knees, dirty girl. Let's see that ass wiggle."
Sarah's breath hitched, her pussy throbbing at his command. She reached for the shower door, rolling it open, the cold air sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel his cock, soft but still impressive, pressing against her. She wanted him, needed him, craved him.
She slowly climbed off John, her body on display for him, her curves illuminated by the dim bathroom light. John, with hands still gripping her ass, gave her cheeks a light slap before allowing her to slide off his body.
She could feel his eyes on her body as she crawled away, her tits swaying to the rhythm of her wiggles. She turned to look at him over her shoulder, catching him staring blatantly with an intense gaze that brought excitement into Sarah's heart.
Every muscle burned, the previous excursion left both John and Sarah feeling like they had been wrung out like a dishcloth.
Regardless, Sarah kept crawling, her fingers and toes digging into the plush carpet of the bedroom. John's gaze was fervent, his eyes trailing over her body with unconcealed lust.
"John, you're staring so much, I'm going to start thinking you've never seen a naked woman before!" Sarah called out as she continued crawling towards the bedroom. The fact she was completely nude and giving him an eyeful was not lost on John.
He watched her ass undulate like a desert mirage, leaving him dying of thirst for her. He felt his dick thicken and lengthen from its deeply-softened state as Sarah crawled towards the bed. Yet, his cock wouldn't harden enough harden enough for proper penetration, merely it was just long enough for teasing.
John couldn't tear his eyes away from the glorious sight of her shapely ass and toned thighs. He was reminded of a lioness on the prowl, her lithe and powerful body, which had already shown its ability to make him roar in complete satisfaction.
Sarah soon enough found herself at the foot of the bed, while John still sat on the shower floor, dazed as he watched her in awe. She turned slightly to look at him. She bit her lower lip slightly with mischievous intent.
"Are you just going to look or you planning to join me?" she asked teasingly. Sarah grabbed the sheets like she were about to summit a mountain, pulling them like a climbing rope. She used it to lift herself up onto the bed, and her curves danced as she did so. She gave him a coy smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire.
Sarah sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, her perfect breasts bouncing softly with every small movement.
She sat down on the bed, her body displayed on the white silk sheets like a feast meant to be devoured.
Her perfect breasts bounced slightly, her rosy nipples hardened, and John's mouth watered as he looked at her.
"Well?" she asked, her voice sultry, her eyes gleaming with desire. "What are you waiting for?"
John moved to his hands and knees, even this minor exertion caused him to gasp as he felt the ache in his legs, his chest, and everywhere in between. His body was aching from the incredible release Sarah had given him. Still, he wasn't deterred, Sarah's teasing made every ounce of energy he had worth expending.
He saw her laying there, her body splayed out on the bed like a masterpiece, so beautiful and arousing that he wanted to devour her.
"I'm coming for you, baby." John growled, his voice thick with lust. He crawled towards her, his body on display just like hers. Sarah watched as he approached, her heartbeat picking up with every movement. She couldn't help but watch as his cock slapped from thigh to thigh , long and thick for her, a testament to his manhood.
As he crawled, his six-pack glistening and rippling. He looked every bit a Greek god, the god of lust and desire. She couldn't help but feel herself getting wetter as he neared her.
"Finally." Sarah purred as he reached the doorway of the bathroom, he crawled towards her, like a predator stalking its prey.
She couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement run down her spine, as she bit her lip in anticipation.
John's body moved with power and precision, his muscles rippling under his skin with every movement. He looked up at Sarah, as he approached the bed, he climbed up on the silken sheets with great effort, a smirk painted on his face.
"I like what I see, Sarah" John purred, as he reached her, looking down at her like a king surveying his kingdom
His body ached and groaned with a mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion. He couldn't help but think that he could fall asleep at any moment, Sarah couldn't take her eyes off John's incredible physique, the muscles of his shoulders and arms bulging as he crawled towards her. Every inch of him was pure muscle. The Greek god, a perfect specimen. Sarah felt a rush of pure lust as she watched him. Her pussy throbbed, ached with need. She wanted him, all of him, but she also couldn't help but think that she could fall asleep at any moment, exhausted from the night's activities.
John pushed her body down onto the bed, making her lay flat on her back. He then aligned his body with hers and started to crawl over her, his heavy cock beating against her inner thigh. He possessively grasped the side of her ribs as he put his ear to her chest, just to listen to the rhythm and strength of her beating heart.
He murmured against her skin, "Fuck, I love you."
Sarah looked up at him with wide, doe eyes, the gentle and sweet words slipping off his lips causing a swell of emotion in her. She ran her fingers through his hair, breathing softly.
"I love you too," she replied with a sweet smile. His weight on top of her was a comforting warmth, the comfort of knowing that she had him and he had her, in a way that no one else ever could.
He was hers, every solid inch of him. His muscles rippled under her fingers as she traced them down his back, her nails lightly scraping against his skin. Both could feel the sandman calling, and they knew they needed to rest before they could satisfy their carnal desires again. Sarah's chest rose and fell beneath his ear, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him close.
John groaned, his voice muffled against her skin. "You're so beautiful, Sarah." He looked up at her with hooded eyes, his desire for her still present but overcome by his need to sleep. Sarah blushed, her heart skipping a beat at his words.
She could feel the weight of his head on her chest, his breath hot against her skin.
John shifted on top of her, his cock sliding between her wet pussy lips. Sarah gasped at the contact, her hips bucking upward, seeking more friction. She could feel John's cock throbbing against her, his length and girth putting pressure against her opening, hinting at the pleasure to come the next morning. But for now, they were spent. All too soon they were each snoring loudly, John's heavy body pinning Sarah to the mattress as they both entered a restful slumber.