They were quick to figure one another out like this, they just fit together in a way that get felt so right. Just as right as each powerful and quick thrusts felt each time John's hips met her own.
And then just as she was getting into it, finding that perfect rhythm, John stopped, his hips stilling and leaving her feeling like she'd missed a step and was now stumbling forward. And he waited and waited and just when she was ready to open her mouth to urge him on he throat forward again, her words tangling up into a moan. And then he did it again, this next thrust slow and just as teasing as his words.
"You're going to be in so much trouble if you don't stop teasing me." She warned him pulling him forward with her legs. Her body felt like she was on fire, aching for more, open and eager, and hungry for him.