Let's Make Up

Mrs.

Chasing after the giggling woman, who had just hopped out of the truck that she'd been torturing him with arousal in, John caught up to Molly and they rushed inside his house. She was tearing his clothing off and he lifted her legs so that they were locked around his hips as he carried her. Molly was kissing and biting at him, making him groan loudly with desire. He placed her on the kitchen counter and continued to match her kisses while his hands slipped under her shirt and he started fondling her. Molly moaned and bit her lip, but suddenly sat up.

"What's wrong, did I touch your tattoo?" John asked.

"No, I thought I heard the doorbell..."

He looked over at the door and saw a shadowy outline of a figure through the opaquely tinted glass paneling.

"You've got to be kidding." He spat. "Who else wants to prevent me this time?"

Again, he didn't bother to put his clothing back on and went to the door in just his unbuttoned pants.

"Oh, for heaven's sake, cover up, John." Helen said as he opened the door just a crack.

"It's not really a good time right now." He told her. "We just got home."

"Yes, well, we have an event coming up and since you have Avery next weekend I wanted to know if-"

Molly, who had followed John to the door, poked her head in view of Helen.

"Is there something urgent?" She asked.

"No but-"

"Well, is Avery fine? No emergencies?" She questioned again firmly.

"No, she's fine-"

Molly smiled at her while putting her arms around John's neck.

"Then I'm sorry, but you'll have to come around another day, Goldilocks. Daddy bear and Mommy bear haven't had anything to eat yet."

John groaned again and Molly shut the door on the fake blonde's shocked face. He kissed her, pressing and grabbing at her chest zealously. Helen knocked again but they ignored it and she left soon after.

"f**k that was the hottest thing you've ever done."

She moaned back and asked if he was ready yet.

"What do you mean 'yet'? I've been ready this whole time." He growled.

"Then f**k me already, mister bear."

John pulled her over to the couch in the living room, since it was close by, and slid her bottoms down. He positioned her in doggy style and let his d**k rub against her while she wiggled her ass at him to show how wet she was getting.

"Hurry up Johnny." She implored him, "Give it to me."

John spread her a little further and slipped himself in very slowly. He groaned at her impatience, and wanting of him, that made her start moving without him.

She was resting herself on the back of the couch and holding onto her breasts so that they wouldn't bounce too much.

"Baby, you want it this bad?" He teased.

"Oh God Johnny, please just give me release already."

John took himself out and rolled her onto her back. "I want to look at you while I f**k you harder than ever."

Molly wanted to scream as he started pounding her rigorously. She kept a firm grip on her chest as he held onto her waist and hips.

"You're so tight and wet." He gasped, "I can't wait to make you cum."

Pushing one of her hands away from her cupped tit, he licked it and took her n****e into his mouth, sucking on it greedily, and enjoying her make little whines and whimpers under him. He moved to the other side and gave that n****e just as much, or more, attention than the last, while also groping and pulling at the former with his fingers. She grabbed his hair and brought his mouth to hers, and he kissed her readily.

She soon let go of him and closed her eyes while arching her back and letting her body flood with pleasure. He waited a second to let her finish before going back with speed and intensity to reach his climax as well.

Taking care to not collapse onto her chest, he got off of her and laid back on the couch, breathing heavily.

"Thank God you made Helen leave." He told Molly.

She kissed him sensually which made him pay attention to the area between her legs.

"Are you still turned on?"

Molly nodded and continued kissing him with an open mouth while sneaking in her tongue over his.

John pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him, and moved his hand down to her lower lips aggressively. He circled her clit and rubbed so that she cried out and ground her ass against him. With his other hand he pinched at her breasts again and felt her spasm lightly.

"Better now?" He asked.

She fell against his sweaty chest and smiled. "So much better, baby."

"Wait here, I have a surprise for you." He said to her, while lightly pushing her off of his lap.

He scrounged around for his clothing and washed his hands before grabbing his truck keys and going toward the house entrance. Molly got up and found her clothing as well, bringing them with her to the ensuite in the downstairs bedroom. She looked at the mirror and wiped away her freshly smeared mascara and then brushed away her stray hairs. Moving the shower curtain away to turn on the water, she let out a shriek and John rushed into her room.

"What is it?"

Molly burst into laughter as he looked at her perplexed.

"Johnny, there really is a spider in there."

He gave her a devious half smile and began tickling at her sides.

"Is it big and hairy? Was it ready to attack you?"

She was now doubled over in laughter while trying to protect herself from his playful attack, and only broke away to open the curtain to show him proof.

"Oh s**t. That is a big one." He said, looking over to grab a tissue for squishing it. "Don't worry though. All gone now."

"I don't think I want to shower here anymore." She told him.

"Do you want me to join you and make sure you're safe, sweetheart?"

Molly laughed in disbelief. "You can't seriously be ready again, can you?"

He looked down at himself and shrugged.

"I think I could be. Let's find out."

John turned on the water and stripped for the second time. He took her hand, brought her into the steamy stall, and let his hands scrub at her curves.

"You're okay with smelling like my strawberry body wash?" She asked.

He just smiled and pressed his lips against hers in return.

Feeling satisfied both sexually, and with their level of cleanliness, they left the shower and John remembered that he never finished bringing in her belongings from his truck.

"Molly, I got your things and your money. Hopefully it's everything, or at least most of it. You want to come see?"

She looked at him dumbfounded, but dressed quickly, following him outside where he unlocked and slid open the cover to the back of his truck to reveal the bags, boxes, and other stray items that he'd collected from Julien.

"Surprise!" He laughed.

"When did you even do this?" She asked, incredulously.

John rubbed his neck and looked at her bashfully. "When you were ignoring me."

Molly picked up a stretched canvas and turned it over to look at a painting of an autumn scene with deer and birds in amongst the brightly colored verdure. She ran her finger over the ripples that were highlighted in the image of a lake. It immediately made her think about John's proposal.

"Do you still have that ring?"

John dug in his pocket. "Right here."

"And do you still want me to have it even though I gave it back to you like a child?" She asked.

He took her hand and slipped it past her second knuckle. "I want you to have a matching wedding band with it as well. Is that what you want?"

Molly nodded at him, then looked at the tiny diamond with her fingers outstretched in front of her.

"Mrs. Molly Acker." She said to herself with a smile.

John groaned and kissed her.

"Help me carry in your things, Mrs. Acker."