John lifted his arms up when Jen pulled his shirt off, shivering a bit as the cool air in her quarters hit his skin. It was one of the things about living on a city in the middle of an ocean. But it made him feel even warmer when she touched him before letting her dress fall to the floor.
"God, Jen," he breathed, staring at her in appreciation before closing his eyes for a moment and wrapping his arms around her once she pressed up to him. Her skin felt so good against his, and all he wanted was to feel all of her against him. Against him and around him.
So when she pulled him into her bedroom, he went along willingly. He couldn't remember wanting someone so much in his life, and the feeling only grew when she started to undo his pants. As her fingers worked the zipper, he ran his hands up over her stomach to her breasts, where he gently swiped his fingers across her nipples, watching as they started to pebble while his cock hardened in response.
After kissing her deeply for a few moments, he began trailing his lips down her jawline to her collarbone before dipping lower to run his tongue around one nipple.