John let out a groan as her mouth moved against his jaw. Sooner they got to this fucking bedroom, the better. With her legs wrapped around his waist like that, he just wanted to press her up against the nearest wall. One of his hands slid down her back to palm her arse firmly, dragging his hand down to her thigh, finger wrapping around it and sliding upwards a little. Walking as quickly as he could, John made straight for the direction that Dorcas gestured to. Pushing the door to her bedroom open with one quick nudge of his foot, he made straight for the bed.
Bending forward, he set her down, one knee on the bed nudged between her legs. Leaning back from her, he reached down and swiftly ripped his shirt off and up over his head. Chest bare, he bent down over her body, both hands working up under the hem of her shirt. As he lifted it, he caressed the skin it revealed with his mouth, tongue and lips moving over every bare inch.