Post by John S. Rhodes on Jul 22, 2016 3:53:23 GMT
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Fuck, this woman had him wrapped around her finger… she always had really. He knew exactly where this was going and his body ached for it, his cock growing stiff in his pants and oh so eager to be inside of her. The little temptress biting his lip didn’t help any and he helped her, all too eager, in her endeavor to remove his shirt.
Pulling back and kneeling on one knee, between her legs, his opposite foot was planted on the floor. Bare chested for her, John had filled out a great deal more since they’d last done this. He’d always had a fair bit of muscles, but this was another six years of training added on. He also had scars though… the wounds healing well enough. He wasn’t self-conscious when it came to them though. Hell, he’d had a few women ogling his battle scars at the beach just the other day. They were a testament to what he had survived and what he had gone through just to get back home to her.
His dog tags hung around his neck, but he didn’t bother removing them. He did, however, bother removing Katerina’s shorts, unbuttoning them with deft hands and sliding them down her pretty hips and legs. He wanted her just as badly, the tone of her voice affecting him greatly. ”Baby, you have no idea how often I dreamed of fucking you these past six years. I can’t fucking live without you,” he admitted, tossing her shorts away.
Pulling at her shirt, it disappeared along with the rest of their clothes. Leaning in toward her, his lips caught hers again, rough with undeniable hunger and need. Pushing on of her legs to open her up wider for him, his hand wandered between them, rubbing her through her panties. It just made his desire to bury his cock inside her even stronger.
Pulling back, his chest heaving, she looked so god damn beautiful, lying there wearing just her panties and bra. His pants were unbearably tight, his cock so damn hard that it almost hurt. Maybe he should have taken things slow, but that wasn’t John and it never had been. The woman beneath him was in for a whirlwind, but there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she was ready for it. She always had been before.
Unsnapping her bra with expert precision, using one hand, John tossed it away before leaning in to flick his tongue against one of her nipples. It hardened under his attention and he finally let his hand slip under her panties, ceasing the dull torture of rubbing her through them. His finger slid over her slick entrance. He didn’t push any inside of her, but instead started to rub that sweet nub of hers as he nipped and kissed at the swell of her breast. When he entered her, it was going to be his cock and not his fingers, first. He was determined to savor her.
”Look at me,” he demanded, massaging that swelling bud above her delectably tight pussy. ”I want you to look at me when you come, Katerina. Show me how much you want my cock inside of you.” His eyes were glued to hers as he lowered his head, drawing the peak of one of her perfect breasts into his mouth and sucking. His blue-eyed gaze didn’t leave her though, wanting to watch her orgasm and not wanting to miss even a second of her pleasure. His other hand came up to massage her other breast, groaning just touching her as his teeth grazed her nipple.
Fuck, this woman had him wrapped around her finger… she always had really. He knew exactly where this was going and his body ached for it, his cock growing stiff in his pants and oh so eager to be inside of her. The little temptress biting his lip didn’t help any and he helped her, all too eager, in her endeavor to remove his shirt.
Pulling back and kneeling on one knee, between her legs, his opposite foot was planted on the floor. Bare chested for her, John had filled out a great deal more since they’d last done this. He’d always had a fair bit of muscles, but this was another six years of training added on. He also had scars though… the wounds healing well enough. He wasn’t self-conscious when it came to them though. Hell, he’d had a few women ogling his battle scars at the beach just the other day. They were a testament to what he had survived and what he had gone through just to get back home to her.
His dog tags hung around his neck, but he didn’t bother removing them. He did, however, bother removing Katerina’s shorts, unbuttoning them with deft hands and sliding them down her pretty hips and legs. He wanted her just as badly, the tone of her voice affecting him greatly. ”Baby, you have no idea how often I dreamed of fucking you these past six years. I can’t fucking live without you,” he admitted, tossing her shorts away.
Pulling at her shirt, it disappeared along with the rest of their clothes. Leaning in toward her, his lips caught hers again, rough with undeniable hunger and need. Pushing on of her legs to open her up wider for him, his hand wandered between them, rubbing her through her panties. It just made his desire to bury his cock inside her even stronger.
Pulling back, his chest heaving, she looked so god damn beautiful, lying there wearing just her panties and bra. His pants were unbearably tight, his cock so damn hard that it almost hurt. Maybe he should have taken things slow, but that wasn’t John and it never had been. The woman beneath him was in for a whirlwind, but there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she was ready for it. She always had been before.
Unsnapping her bra with expert precision, using one hand, John tossed it away before leaning in to flick his tongue against one of her nipples. It hardened under his attention and he finally let his hand slip under her panties, ceasing the dull torture of rubbing her through them. His finger slid over her slick entrance. He didn’t push any inside of her, but instead started to rub that sweet nub of hers as he nipped and kissed at the swell of her breast. When he entered her, it was going to be his cock and not his fingers, first. He was determined to savor her.
”Look at me,” he demanded, massaging that swelling bud above her delectably tight pussy. ”I want you to look at me when you come, Katerina. Show me how much you want my cock inside of you.” His eyes were glued to hers as he lowered his head, drawing the peak of one of her perfect breasts into his mouth and sucking. His blue-eyed gaze didn’t leave her though, wanting to watch her orgasm and not wanting to miss even a second of her pleasure. His other hand came up to massage her other breast, groaning just touching her as his teeth grazed her nipple.
