Well, they were in mutual standings. John would feign his annoyance with her teasing, her side glances, or light touches just to get his motor going. Truth be told, the way she did it just lit that fire further and deeper in him. She made him want her in the most incredible ways. Normally immediately where ever they were. Hinting fucking her in a medical facility.
Each and every word out of her mouth drove him absolutely fucking insane - and John knew that Kitty knew it. She had to know it at this point anyway. So he had to do what any logical man would do. Listen to his woman, and do as she requested. What was the saying? Happy wife, happy life? Well in this it was thrilled Kitty, thrilled Johnny. Okay sue him, he was a writer, not a god damn poet.
John's thrusts were pointed while one hand gripped her hips so he could drive into her firmly and incredibly hard, and with his other hand on her breast, he squeezed just as firmly, his thumb flicking over her nipple. Feeling how her body responded to him pumping himself into her, John couldn't help give his full effort on shoving his entire length deep into her. "Fuck, Kitty." John moaned at her while with his one hand pulled her into his driving forward hips making solid impact
God, she was sexy when she called out in her very specific ways. Mouth on her collar bone, he sucked lightly likely leaving a mark before kissing over her shoulder. "Don't hold back. I want to hear you." John instructed.