Let's Make Up

Questions

"Johnny, my legs are so sore this morning."

Molly said as John made his way into the kitchen. She had snuck out of his bed early to get herself ready for work and felt like putting in a little extra effort in her appearance.

"I should probably be sorry about that, but I can't find any remorse for giving you a good time." He said with his voice still husky and gave her a sly smile.

He handed her his tie and asked her to put it on him the way she had before. Molly tied it with ease and pulled on it gently as a cue for him to bend down a little to kiss her.

"I love your morning voice." She told him and he shook his head.

"I was a smoker for a long time. Even now when I smell it, I want to go back to it."

Molly brushed her fingers over his cheek and kept them there.

"Smoking isn't a good habit at all but imagining you doing it is oddly attractive. It's one of those objectively manly things, I guess."

John shook his head again, taking her hand from his face, and laced their fingers together while guiding her to the front entryway to get their outer layers on.

"Baby, please don't ever stop viewing me under rose tinted glass."

Work was full of an excited hum. People were busy and anxious because Bob and Carol would be stopping by again. Molly tried to just focus on her work but asked if she and John could either go out or go home for lunch. She found herself wondering if she should go back into makeup artistry as a freelancer or if she should find a place that offered a contract. With the cynical news Carol gave her about the company, she was worried again that it was a sign that she'd messed up along the way. She couldn't sort out why the couple would buy a company, just to sign the rights away to someone else and wondered how much of the revenue would actually go to either party involved, since it was a weird scenario. Remembering the first time she and John went out for lunch made her feel only slightly better because he had referred to the company as 'practically failing'; not that it was a good thing to be employed at a place that was potentially going under. It wasn't better to know that most likely both sides were doomed, but at least she had entered the job while it was in a bad state and didn't feel like things were crashing down around her as if in some twisted turn she took, that she was fated to go back to the city forever. Trying to stay optimistic, she hoped that if life were a mathematic equation, the two negatives would make a positive.

John brought them home and asked if she was alright, having sensed her tension while she had asked to leave.

"Johnny, yesterday, when I had coffee with Carol, she told me that she suspects the company will fail but that it was hers and Bob's way of washing their hands of any financial issues, or otherwise, by agreeing to the merge. She said any problems will fall on Dennis now."

He frowned. "This is what you were going to tell me yesterday right?"

Molly nodded. "I'm sorry. You were in such a good mood and-"

"It's alright." He said, speaking over her, "I had my suspicions that this wasn't all just a peachy-dandy idea. Nobody would look at the Lakeway Local and think we're booming. I knew there was a reason behind it."

She looked at him a little taken aback.

"So... you're not worried?"

John raised his hand to rub his neck.

"A little. But we've had hard times before, and even if the city portion doesn't work out, this small town will still have a magazine. They don't seem too in debt or anything, so if we end up having to drop their side without success, or being able to sell it, then hopefully we can still recover. I'll talk to Dennis, he knows more people in Northmount."

Molly pulled his arm from his massage and looked at him with a stern expression.

"You always do this when you're bothered. At first I thought it was just a sexy little quirk, but I don't like it now because I don't like seeing you upset. You're self soothing."

"I do this a lot? My neck is sore you know, bad posture and sitting in those horrible chairs while looking at a computer screen..." He tried to sound convincing.

She made her voice like a purr and slid her hand to his neck to massage him lightly.

"I know when my man is upset."

John groaned and kissed her. "Don't you dare turn me on right now, there's not enough time."

Molly kissed him back and demanded more with her body language.

He broke away and took in the needy look she gave him.

"Well, I think your self soothing technique is getting physical or intimate to distract yourself."

"What if you're right?" She asked in the same seductive tone.

"Then I'd worry that I'm mixing up signals of you wanting me with just needing attention." He told her with a hint of hurt in his voice.

She snapped herself out of her trance and looked up at him feeling hurt as well.

"Johnny, I always want you. I do seek your physical attention but not just because you're the first available person. I'm comfortable with you and every little thing you do turns me on. How am I supposed to ignore my body when it craves you all day long. Yesterday when I was alone, I had to fight against my urges at work while waiting for you to get out of your meetings."

John sat her down on the stairs they'd been standing in front of, kissing her slowly and purposefully. "Will you show me?"

She nervously unbuttoned her dress pants and tugged them off her bum revealing delicate black panties that she moved her hand underneath of.

"No." He said authoritatively, "I want to see, take those off too."

She pulled her panties down and felt a little shy that she was displaying herself for him to watch. Nonetheless, she started rubbing herself in front of him, making him salivate at the sight of her getting wet.

He quickly pulled her pants off from around her ankles and pushed her legs open and brought his mouth close to pleasure her.

"Oh God, Johnny, just give me your dick."

"Beg for it." He commanded.

Molly moaned loudly and put her fingers in his hair, not caring about where they'd just been.

"Baby please... you're making me... ugh I want it so bad."

"Please do what?" He asked, loving the power he had over her.

"Please put it in me!" She pleaded with him.

John licked her one last time before letting up, unzipping his pants and lowering them just enough to enter her.

She closed her eyes as he growled out some curse words and she clung to him tightly in their awkward positioning. With a smooth pace he injected himself into her dripping area and loved the reactions her body made.

He pulled out, making her look at him like she had been eating but someone stole the food right out from her mouth.

John kissed her with a ravenous hunger and brought her to her feet.

"Bedroom. Now." He ordered and she grabbed his hand to pull him along with her.

"Suck me off a little, get me wet enough to slide in again."

Molly gave a breathless moan and followed his directions.

"The taste of your little kitty on my d**k is so sweet isn't it?" He asked in the same arrogantly sexy tone while watching her head bob up and down on him.

She reached her hand down to her sweet spot and started rubbing to help herself out. John found it so alluring that he pushed her back and inserted himself unceremoniously, causing her to nearly scream out. He relished at the feeling that taking over her gave him, and continued ramming her with a newly discovered strength.

Molly wrapped her legs around him and grasped at his back as she found herself orgasming and having uncontrollable seizured movements on him. He kissed her selfishly in response and soon after finished as well.

"You know Molly, I've never been like this before. I've never been so controlling during s*x and I never knew I'd like having someone be submissive to me."

She only moaned back to show him that she approved of his behavior.

"How are your legs now?" He asked with a slight taunting in his voice.

"Well, we left for lunch together and will be returning in a much better mood... and I'll hardly be able to walk at all... so let's just assume that everyone will know what happened." She joked.

"s**t. We have to get back to the office."

Driving to the pick up window, John paid for a quick snack to tide both of them over until the end of the work day.

"Johnny?"

He looked at her while handing her a drink and the take out bag.

"Yes?"

"Am I... actually good in bed?"

John put his head back against his seat and looked upward for a moment, out of frustration.

"f**k me, I don't know how you of all people can be insecure. You literally don't have to do anything and it still feels amazing. I mean it when I say I've never had s*x like this before. Honestly, I told you that you don't know what it's like, but apparently I never knew how good it could be either."

Molly felt flustered by his reply but didn't know what to say back and John looked over to try and figure out what she was thinking.

"You're enjoying it too, right?"

She laughed mockingly at him. "Oh my God, babe. Are you really asking me that after I just begged you to sleep with me?"

He found her laughter infectious and smiled along with her. "Well how do you think I feel? Don't ask me something so ridiculous then."

Still smiling, she pulled out her phone.

"Should I order train tickets for Friday night or what did you want to do?"

"Train tickets? Northmount is only an hour-ish away. I'll just drive." He told her,

"Again with your crazy questions."

"Well, do you have a preference for hotels or anything?" She continued asking.

"I'll leave that one to you. It doesn't need to be fancy or anything."

"Okay." She told him and started typing, then scrolling, on her phone. "Maybe we can get a noise complaint!"

John cracked a wry smile. "Sure, if we have any energy left by then."

Emily jeered as they walked through the kitchen toward their cave.

"Want to take me for lunch next time, Johnny?" She tried her best to sound sexy again.

Without looking at her, he reminded her that he preferred to just be called 'John'.

"Geez, his girlfriend must be something else. Does she know you two are always together? It must be a little awkward for her knowing you two live together right?"

Molly nodded. "She knows."

"And your hunky guy? He's okay with it?"

"So many questions!" She teased and paused before whispering to the table of women,

"Usually he's the one to suggest going out."