John smiled against the soft skin of Fred's breast as he felt the wetness between her legs. He could sense that she wasn't in the mood for any protracted foreplay, however, but before he could do anything about that, she had him on his back and was pulling his boxers off. He lifted his hips up to help her, groaning at the aching want he could feel in his cock for her.
Soon, she was straddling him, her warmth teasing him for a moment. God, he needed her so much, he thought as he looked into her eyes. His hips lifted slightly from the bed as he tried to bury himself in her warmth, but all he managed to do was rub himself against her folds. Finally, she was pressing down onto him, wrapping herself tightly around him and drawing a moan from his throat.
"Fred," he choked out. Reaching up, he took hold of her waist and began thrusting up into her, matching her rhythm. "You feel so good. You always do."