Let's Make Up

Once

That night, after making a quick homestyle pasta dinner together, Molly sat on the living room couch curled up against John's chest. He had his hand on the back of her neck and sometimes combed his fingers through her hair. Her eyes were closed and her breathing had slowed and steadied. The program he'd only been half paying attention to, finished, and as soon as he turned off the TV, Molly woke up.

"I think it's time to turn in." John said to the sleepy woman in his arms.

"Come to bed with me." She encouraged in an irresistibly silky voice.

"Don't tempt me, baby. I'm already wondering how we got so comfortable with each other." He replied and her eyes instantly widened.

"Did you just call me 'baby'?"

John looked a little sheepish at her.

"It just slipped out I suppose."

"Well, I like it." She said, getting off the couch.

She started for the stairs and he asked where she thought she was going, so she turned while giving him an amorous stare, and replied, "Your bed."

John picked her up in a rush and carried her the rest of the way.

Once they were in his room, he threw her onto the bed and crawled on top of her.

He kissed her breathlessly and wasn't shy with his tongue. She laid there getting turned on and felt that he was as well when suddenly he broke off and rolled onto his back and cursed.

"Johnny?" She asked, turning and reaching over to stroke his cheek. "Is everything okay?"

John took her hand and kissed it, then placed it on his chest.

"I'm alright, but I'm going crazy. You get me horny at the worst times." He laughed and continued, "We need to go to sleep so that I don't have a repeat of what happened this morning, where I have to scramble to get ready."

Molly smiled. "You know... you're not the only one being driven crazy."

He cursed again. "Everything you say and do is just so f*****g sexy to me that I can't stop touching you every chance I get. I end up thinking about you while we're at work and have to try and hide my boner like I'm a pubescent teen."

"Were you thinking about me even when that girl came in for the interview with her t**s spilling out of her shirt?" Molly asked while rolling her eyes, still obviously jealous.

He turned on his side to face her and looked serious. "I was. I was thinking about bending you over my desk and finally getting to f**k you so hard that you wouldn't even be able to walk to the car after." He groaned, "You've got a perfect ass. You've got a perfect everything."

Molly was wet from the description and felt like she'd probably c*m just by him kissing her.

She whispered, "I have a secret."

He pushed her onto her back and lifted her shirt. Starting to pinch and play with her n*****s, he could feel she was more turned on than she'd ever been around him yet. "Tell me." He commanded, before licking between her breasts and moving to suck on them.

She moaned out and pulled his hair so he wasted no time sliding his hand down her body and fingering her. He stimulated her c**t and shoved this fingers inside her with a harsh repetitive motion. Molly tightened around him and then cried out with release.

She kissed him and wanted more despite having a good fast orgasm.

"Tell me your secret." John said again.

She stopped her motions and met his gaze, thinking he looked a little nervous.

"I've..." She started to say but looked away shyly.

"You've what?" He asked and Molly knew he was concerned.

"I've only had s*x once before." She finally said.

John couldn't help but laugh as he massaged his hands from her hip to her waist. "I don't know what I was expecting you to say, but without trying to bring things up again, you already told me you started dating your ex when you were young. There's no shame in only having one partner. It's kind of sweet actually."

"No, Johnny." She said, "I've only done it once in my whole life."

He stopped and searched her face with a contemplative look.

"You're joking."

"I'm not." Molly reinforced, breaking eye contact out of embarrassment.

"Holy f**k. You don't even really know what it's like then." He paused, in complete disbelief. "How could he not be all over you all the time? I literally day dream about you. I took you home at lunch because I wanted to have s*x. You know that right? God, I know I said that I would wait to sleep with you, but it's next to impossible."

John was talking as if he was in shock and it made Molly even more anxious.

"It's not everything, don't get me wrong, but you get me so f*****g hard. I just can't imagine sleeping beside you for years and not doing it." He told her, getting visibly upset, with his brows darkening his eyes.

"How are you so comfortable with other things then? You know you don't have to lie to me, Molly. It doesn't matter to me, I wouldn't be able to change my attraction to you even if you said you slept with hundreds of men."

Molly was silent for a while and wiped her eyes, making John feel awful.

"Why are you crying?"

"Johnny, I've only had s*x once. I told you already, like Elvis and Priscilla, he didn't want to touch me. When he did, I would just explode and feel amazing that he was finally showing any interest in me. It really was like torture."

John's blood was boiling despite him being happy that she was no longer with Julien, and still somewhat glad that she hadn't been overly tainted by an uncaring man. "Well, you're mine now, and you're never going to have to beg for my attention... except maybe if you'd like begging me in a kinky way. I'd probably like that." He tried to laugh off his tension. "I feel a little weird now though and think we should try and cool off a bit. But, I guess I've basically been telling myself that since the day I met you."

Molly nodded and he carried on,

"My daughter is going to be staying this Friday night and weekend, so I guess we should try and get used to not being so reckless before then."

"Can I still sleep here for tonight?" She asked.

John sat up to take off his t-shirt and started pulling off the sweatpants he had previously changed into earlier with the hopes that he could avoid falling asleep in his good clothes again. He then turned back to her and held her close. "Of course. Why wouldn't I want that?"

They were silent and cozy for a while when John suddenly asked, "Are you scared? Is that why you told me?"

"I get scared every minute of the day that this will stop." She replied honestly.

"Me too." He said, "But... are you worried about having s*x with me?"

She got goosebumps when he asked so she pressed her body to his and he moved his hand to grope her and instinctively play with her hardened n*****s that had poked against his chest.

"I am a little worried that I won't be good enough." She told him, "But I still want you."

John kissed her mercilessly and continued to grab at her body. She yelped at the excitement and intensity as he pushed her down and rubbed his crotch against hers.

"God, I can't f*****g do this anymore. I'm done waiting. I'm going to have you right now." He said, pulling down his underwear. "You're going to know how it feels when a man needs you."

Molly moaned at his words and because of the power she felt from him. He reached for her thighs and spread her legs apart.

"Are you ready, baby?" He asked and she just gave an intoxicated feeling nod in response.

John groaned at how tight she felt around him, but despite getting her really wet and having put his fingers in her before, he had trouble getting inside all the way.

"Are you okay?" He checked and she said yes while instantly feeling like she needed more.

"Go ahead." She pleaded, "I already love it."

John slowly eased himself into moving and was getting even harder than he was before.

He started milking her quickly and roughly while staring at her body and her reactions. She continuously made little sounds under him which let him know he was doing well. He kissed her sloppily and grabbed her left breast while the other hand kept him steady. She screamed out his name when he started sucking on her n*****s and it made him shove himself in deeper.

"You're so sensitive. " He said between teasing her with his lips and tongue. "Go ahead and c*m for me. c*m on my d**k, sweetheart."

She reached her arms around him and dug her nails into his back as she cried out in pleasure.

John growled and continued his movements inside of her, changing position to hold her legs over his shoulders. His sweat dripped down onto Molly's chest and she loved the intimacy.

"I'm close" He told her.

She matched his motions, grinding along with his thrusting and she told him to fill her up. John swore and then gasped while cumming. Just like when he'd gotten head from her, he continued to pump slowly and gently after because he didn't want the feeling to end.

"Molly..." He said catching his breath as he rolled off of her onto his back. "Thank you."

She thought for a second that he seemed like he was going to say something else but instead he just laid quietly, looking at her.

"Thank you as well." She laughed as she started getting off the bed to use the washroom.

John saw her walk with wobbly legs and was proud of himself in an animalistic way for making her weak, but still asked if she needed help. "My legs feel like rubber, but I'll be okay." Molly smiled.

He got up and followed her to help anyway and to wash off as well.

"I think I'll sleep really well tonight." She told him.

"Me too."