John chuckled when Fred threated having to punish him as he raised his arms so she could get his shirt off him. "Yes, hon," he responded. Of course, he rather enjoyed some of the "punishments" she had doled out, but he still would be good.
Right now, though, he wanted what Fred wanted and groaned as her mouth moved over his neck. He laughed a bit when she popped the button on his pants, but that was quickly forgotten as he watched her strip out of her robe, touching herself as she did. Oh, God, she was so beautiful. He could feel himself hardening in response to the show she was putting on - and he knew she knew it too.
When she started for their bedroom, he groaned at her words and how they could be taken different ways. Getting up, he kicked his pants off so he was only in his boxers and hurried after her, catching up with her and picking her up to carry into their room. With a grin, he lay her down on the bed and knelt over her. He kissed her deeply again for several moments before moving down to her breasts. His hand trailed down over her stomach, caressing for a few moments around her belly button, over where Chase was, then down lower between her legs.