Let's Make Up

Breakfast

Molly was a morning person and she was stuck on the close feeling she shared with John the evening before. It was Sunday and she wanted to make the best of her last day of staying with him. After washing up, brushing her hair and teeth, she went to the kitchen to start some coffee but figured she'd hold off with breakfast so that any sounds the pans would make, wouldn't worry John again.

She went to the stairs and gently called him to see if he was awake. There was no answer, which probably meant that he was still sleeping, and she knew that, but she felt a stubborn need to go check anyway. Molly wasn't shown the upstairs before but when she reached the top she had a choice of two rooms and a large main bathroom with laundry machines in it. The one door was open and she could see some plush toys and a pink bed spread, which was definitely his daughter's room for the nights she spent there. The other door was also open, but more at the half way point. She peeked in and saw John who did look like he was, in fact, still sleeping. She was realizing that she felt disappointed even though she wasn't sure how he'd react if he were awake and knew he was being watched from his doorway. To her surprise, he rubbed his eyes and spoke to her with a low groggy tone.

"Is it a habit of yours to wake people up early?"

Molly smiled. "I did call to check... but you didn't answer."

He smiled sleepily, and put his arms up to rest his head in his hands, making it obvious that he was shirtless.

"That's because I was trying to sleep."

She was enjoying how sassy he sounded with his gravely voice and how comfortable he seemed.

"Well, were you having a good dream?"

He closed his eyes again. "Yes, I was."

Molly leaned her shoulder on his door frame, making the wood squeak a bit, and he opened one eye. "I thought for a second you were leaving." He said, annoyed. "First you wake me up, then run off."

She couldn't stop smiling at how pouty he was acting so she started to apologize to him when he said, "Come over here if you want to talk, you're too far away and you're making me cold just by looking at you."

She was in the same big shirt and shorts that she always slept in and figured he was so cozy, that seeing her bare legs was enough to upset him.

Molly approached him and he patted the bed for her to sit, but, instead, she giggled and got under the covers beside him. She put her arm over him and cuddled in close.

John growled at her in response, "You are cold!"

She bravely started running her fingers through his chest hair and scolded him playfully. "You've got a second blanket, how can you complain about being cold?!"

"I can complain about anything, this is my house and my dream. You just happen to be in both right now."

He subconsciously put his arm around her as well and smiled when she got herself even closer with one of her legs moving up and resting on him. He took the opportunity to slide his hand down her body and grabbed strongly under her knee to hold her position.

"I don't think you're dreaming, Johnny." She teased and kept her hand buried in his body hair.

"Who would've guessed that you're such a mountain man with all this fur you've been hiding though."

"Yeah, I guess I am pretty hairy. Maybe I should trim it?"

Molly stopped massaging his chest and sat up a bit to look him in the eyes.

"Don't trim it, Johnny, it's really manly" She said a little dreamily, "It's really... nice."

He was suddenly aware of how close they were and how turned on he was getting with her beside him in the bed. He'd been so sleepy before but she was making his whole body wake up quickly.

She sat up a little more and traced her finger on this left pec.

"Johnny! you have a tattoo!"

"I do. If I tell you about it, do I get to choose and ask about another one of yours?" He questioned her, letting go of her leg and reaching to put his hand on top of hers.

"Sure, deal." She agreed.

He put her fingers into a pointing position and continued to hold her firmly while bringing it to the small blued and fuzzy lines on his chest. He explained that there was a cross so he could keep faith, a small rose for the women in his life and his daughter's initials to show that she was the most important out of them. He rounded everything out by saying that he kept all of this close to his heart, thus the placement for it.

She normally would've found an explanation like that a bit cheesey, but instead recognized how genuine he sounded and how sweet his tattoo was. Molly remembered some of her own tattoos that held personal meaning in her life and looked at him softly.

"I love it, it's beautiful. "

"Now it's my turn." John said with a sly spark in his eye.

He pushed her onto her back and hovered over her. His hand reached under and pulled up her shirt. She bit her lip in anticipation as his hands reached her breasts.

He looked at her, feeling a little shocked at himself but wasn't willing to stop.

"You're... not wearing a bra."

She blushed and he found himself already starting to grope and caress her.

"No, I'm still in my pajamas, I don't wear one to bed."

He made a small groan before pulling her shirt all the way off.

"Is this okay?" He cautiously asked her.

She nodded and shivered under him as his hands explored her.

John looked at her naked chest and then into her eyes with lust. "You're unbelievably attractive." He said with an exasperated sounding voice. She felt submissive under him and he loved it.

"You're-" She started to try and compliment him back but he interrupted her with a rough press of his lips to hers. He kissed her again and again with the mouth crushing kind that he first imagined when she pouted at him in the kitchen.

He broke off and looked at all of her. She smiled at him out of a coaxing desperation for more and he could tell she had been enjoying it as she began slowly and unconsciously grinding her hips under him.

John ran his hands over her breasts again, paying attention to their peak but suddenly got off of her anyway.

He stretched and massaged his neck, the way he always did, and told her he needed to take a shower. She could see that he was hard and looked at him confused.

"Why are you pulling away? You asked if it was fine and I said it was." Molly sounded hurt.

"Molly I want to..." He began.

"Want to what?" She demanded while getting off the bed and going to up him, "Sleep with me?"

He was mesmerized by her physique. Her perfectly shaped and rosey breasts were plastered up against his body as she put her arms around his neck the same way she did the evening before.

"Why can't you give in?" She asked him in a whisper.

John moved his hand to her hair and pulled her head back enough for him to kiss her again and she moaned. He was pent up and she was too tempting.

"You've been so soft with me, I like this rough side to you, Johnny." She told him with a seductive tone.

"God, I want to f**k the hell out of you but I'm trying to be a good person here."

Molly didn't say anything, she hadn't expected him to use that word to say it, but she also couldn't deny that it turned her on. She bit her lip again, lifted her eyes to meet his, and he couldn't help himself anymore.

"f**k it."

He picked her up, threw her on the bed and pulled down her shorts.

He lowered himself and opened her legs, bringing his face close to where she was most sensitive.

She whimpered and grasped some pillows as he told her he was ready for breakfast.

It didn't take long for his tongue to make her cry out and tremble with pleasure. He was beyond feeling thirsty for her and was more turned on than he could have even imagined. He was enjoying licking, and sucking on her sweet spot while she rubbed it against him, so he slipped in a finger and she moaned loudly.

"Johnny! I'm..." She exclaimed while finishing on him.

John got out from between her, harder than ever, and she got off of the bed.

"Where are you going?" He asked her greedily.

She got down on her knees and started lowering his boxers.

"I'm going to say thank you." She told him before gripping and licking his entire length.

"Oh... fuck..." He sputtered out, "Molly... you don't have to... do this."

She put her lips on him and tried to take in as much as she could. John placed his hands in her hair and groaned in disbelief. Her wet mouth felt so good and he was in so much ecstacy from her warmth. He was loving what she was doing but couldn't hold back and started taking control of the motions while holding her steadily. "Will you swallow for me?" He asked through gasps.

Molly nodded as much as she could with her mouth being full of his erection and he closed his eyes while reaching his climax. Trying to savour the feeling, he pumped a short while after still.

"That was... holy f**k it was good." John told her.

She wiped her mouth and looked up at him, still in her kneeling position "Thank you." She said quietly.

He groaned again at how sexy he found her even after the fact, and pulled her to her feet. He brushed her hair from her face.

"Was it good for you as well?" He asked selfishly, knowing the reaction he caused her to have, and keeping the image of her body grinding into the bed fresh in his mind.

"Johnny, it was..." She pressed herself against him again and closed her eyes. "It was incredible."

He hugged her tightly and buried his face in her hair.

"I think I should go shower now."

"Yes, that's fine." She told him while smiling and feeling tingly all over.

"I'll go start making something to eat."

As John got into the shower, he had a moment of introspection and found some clarity on why he kept pulling away from Molly when he knew that if he gave in every time, or even initiated, he could feel as good as he just did. She was the one to tell him at the diner that she had been attention starved by her ex. John realized that her tattoos were probably that sensation to her; the idea of a physical touch going deep and remaining permanent. Regardless of the temporary pain they would cause, by the needles penetrating her skin, they were something she could look at and find beauty in. He wondered if Molly actually had developing feelings of wanting him the way he wanted her or if he was just becoming another outlet for her.

So he cleaned himself, shut off the shower, and told himself to stay level headed as he joined her downstairs for his second breakfast.