"Call me Professor." John mused with a far too happy and far too devious smile on his face. The fact that they were able to fall right into place, and continue moving forward left John warm. As cute and fun as it was to meet little Kitty, this was much better. Spending his adult dead days with Kitty, laughing and building their army of pets. Besides, being younger was overrated.
The gasp and shriek from Kitty while his cold hands found the absolute desired result was ideal. "Shh. I'm warming my hands." John said in a matter of fact way as if there wasn't even any remote ulterior motive behind his actions. "My hands are cold, and you're so warm." John teased as he purred at her kissing the corner of her mouth, his hands sliding further up her body.
With her instructing him to be nice, he laughed. "I'm the nicest." John fibbed with a light laugh. "So nice." By this point, his rough hands brushed the side of her breasts before sliding back down her torso. Okay, just a little cruel. Whispering in her ear John focused on his hands traveling and touching her body. "What do you want for breakfast. I could make you something." John offered with a little nip to her earlobe, before his hands pressed up again, this time cupping her breasts in a firm squeeze just a light graze to her nipples before pulling away again.