Chapter 14

"This room is… "

"Incredible!" Aeryn flopped back onto the huge bed and spread her arms, her legs dangled over the edge and she kicked them back and forth, knocking her boots off as she swung her feet. They made a satisfying thunk as they landed somewhere away from the bed. A ticklish sensation spread across her belly and she reached down to capture John's hand, bringing it to her lips. "Why do you still have clothes on?"

"I don't know." The strip of skin exposed by her leather top riding up was irresistible. He ducked his head down and kissed her right above her belly button. The taste of her made him moan and his tongue snuck out to take in more of her sweet flavor. He could feel her muscles twitch under his lips. She let go of his hand so she could weave her fingers through his hair.

"Why do I still have clothes on?" Aeryn couldn't get a good hold of his short hair so she went to the buttons on her top, she'd start taking care of her own clothing problem. His nose kept bumping the hem and she was eager to let him have more access to her flesh. She didn't want to waste his time stripping her when his mouth was making it's way up towards her breasts. His focus needed to stay right where it was.

Once he started tasting her it was always hard to quit. She was like the most addicting drug in any universe. She was soft and smooth and sweet. His teeth would sneak out and nibble on her tender belly and ribs as he meandered up her body. His lips tickled and teased over her diaphragm letting his nose brush the undersides of her breasts as he swept his head back and forth. She'd been able to remove her top and sports bra while he was exploring his way upwards.

His mouth avoided the slight swells on her chest and moved between them instead. He wanted to wait and draw out her anticipation. She loved when he laved her nipples sucking them into his mouth. He straddled her thighs as he climbed onto the bed. His hands gripped her under the shoulders and pulled her all the way onto the mattress.

"That looks more comfortable." He just took a moment to look at her, admiring the way her breast were still perky despite the fact that she was laying on her back. Her nipples pointed proudly towards the sky and he ached to take them into his mouth. He slowly stroked her sides moving closer and closer to the swell of her breasts. He'd touch the edges and then retreat back down her ribs. Her back arched trying to entice him to touch her but he wouldn't be swayed.

The cool air and the teasing caresses caused her nipples to tighten even more. He couldn't resist any longer and his thumb touched the tip. A moan of satisfaction escaped her throat. His touch was light as a feather just grazing the end of the tight bud. The pebbling of the nipple sent blood rushing into his groin. The velvety feel of the nub against the pad of his thumb made him feel frenzied for her. He finally gave in and lowered his head taking one of her nipples into his mouth.

He started with his lips slipping them around the hardened peak and letting it slide right back out. He teased first one then the other this way before flicking the tip with his tongue. Just the very end with the tip of tongue. His hands slipped under her body, gripping her shoulders from behind. Her body was wriggling beneath him, begging his mouth to take more of her breast into it. He had to hold her still so he could continue to have his way with her. She was far too eager and he wasn't even close to being finished with the foreplay.

She wanted more and he was just barely touching her. Her hands went to his head and she tugged at him, trying to get him to suckle her. She needed him to do more with his mouth. The gentle licks and wet lips surrounding them wasn't enough. She needed hard pressure. She wanted him to used his teeth.

"More…" Aeryn begged him.

"So impatient, baby." He saw the grimace on her face as he laved the bottom of her nipples. He didn't want her too frustrated, she got angry and her energy was filtered through the wrong emotion. So he gave in to her begging and took her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked on her then. Hard.

She dug her nails into his scalp as he suckled on her. It was just what she needed. The wonderful pressure of his mouth. Then his teeth scraped along the pebbled peak as he let the tip of her breast slide free. The hurt was pleasurable. She was so sensitive on her breasts and he loved to tease them. She sometimes thought that she could come just from the the breast play but they'd never tried to go that far. He knew how to keep her right on the edge regardless.

He looked at the dusky rose areola which was glistening with his saliva, reddened and swollen from the suckling. He blew cool air across it watching it tighten even more before taking the opposite breast into his mouth. He opened as far as he could taking half of her breast in. John applied suction before lifting his head and letting it pop free. There was a red ring the shape of his mouth, nothing permanent, no matter how much it turned him on to mark her as his.

This nipple needed the same amount of attention as the other had received. He started much more aggressively knowing that she was on the edge of sensation. He nibbled and nipped at the areola, slowly circling the nipple. His nose bumped it affectionately as his mouth teased the surrounding flesh. Finally he couldn't stand the wait any longer and he began suckling the little nub. It felt good to rub the pebbled underside with his tongue. She must have agreed judging from the way she was straining to press against him.

Then he stopped. He was standing on the floor and she was lost in a wave of subsiding sensations. Her eyes, which had been squeezed shut, were open and searching for him. The blur of pleasure causing her to blink rapidly to see clearly.

"Where'd you go?" Her hand reached for him beaconing him to return.

"I'm removing my clothes…" He stripped off his shirt, boots and pants as fast as he could. "You were complaining that I was overdressed not long ago, if you recall."

"But your mouth was making up for it." She pouted at him and wiggled her fingers to get him to pay attention to her needs.

"In fact, You, sweetheart, are still overdressed." He was naked now, his clothes tossed aside, as he returned to the bed. His hands went to her thighs. They rubbed the leather clad legs up to her hips. His fingers made quick work of the snaps and zipper that rested above her sex. Wrapping his palms around her hips he yanked and the pants started to slip off. He made sure to trap her panties as well. No reason to make this take longer than it had to. He was as anxious as she was to feel the skin on skin contact.

"You're right."

"Let me get a pen and paper and record this moment…" The boney ankle that whacked him in the ribs made him think again before joking with her. "Watch the delicate equipment, honey, you don't want to miss and do permanent damage…" He looked down as his erection standing hard and tall against his belly.

"I don't miss."

Aeryn's confident smile made him grin. She was right, she didn't miss, but he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of saying it. He'd rather provide her with other means of satisfaction.

"What do you feel like tonight, baby?" He had them booth completely naked. The bed looked nice and comfortable so he climbed up and laid next to her.

"You look quite tired."

"No, I'm…" Her finger was on his lips, shushing him. She rolled to her side settled right up against him. Both of them sighed at the connection of their flesh.

"You. Look. Tired." She was up on her knees then. Her leg flung across his stomach. Her body, again, settled against his. This time chest to chest. Her dark hair fell around their heads as she leaned in to kiss him. His lips parted instantly and their tongues began a duel. She ground her hips against his abs, her curls tickling his belly. His hands were caressing her ass, squeezing and releasing in tempo with her.

He could feel the wet heat from her sex coating his stomach. Her mouth tasted divine but she had something more that he desired to sample. He took the opportunity when she came up for air. Both of them were panting from the kiss, his hands caught her off guard when he pulled her hips up towards his face. While he was moving her closer to his mouth he also twisted them around so they would be laying the correct direction on the bed. There was a handy headboard that she would most likely need for gripping.

"I love the way your mind works." He spoke the words and then positioned her hips over his mouth. The glistening moisture of her curls caught the firelight. He just looked on for a moment, inhaling the scent of her arousal. He loved the anticipation of tasting her. Every time he enjoyed her he couldn't get enough of her flavor. She was musky and sweet and salty and just Aeryn.

"I love the way your mouth works. Now get to it. I am looking forward to this orgasm." She tried to lower her sex to his mouth but he was expecting her to jump the gun and held fast.

"One day you'll learn patience."

"Not today, please."

"Ah, please, all you had to do was ask." His tongue snuck out then and took the first taste. One swipe along her labia. All it took for her to open for him was that one little lick. She was practically dripping on his chin already. He didn't want to waste any of it. His tongue ran along the other side the same and he heard her groan. It wasn't enough, he knew her body, she wanted more.

He wanted more.

His tongue began a slow rhythm of licking. Only the outer portions of her sex, right on the edge of the lower lips. He licked and licked at her his tongue parting her further every couple times but never encountering her clit and never entering her sheath, not yet. Her movements were getting harder to control, his arms were getting worn, soon he'd have to give her more.

He was done savoring it was time to feast. His tongue darted out further and he let her drop her hips some more. Now he was working all the way inside her slit. He tasted her directly from the source. His tongue would dip inside her sheath and drag out more juices, spreading them to her clit before taking them into his mouth and swallowing. He kept a steady pace sometimes thrusting his tongue in and out of her tunnel a few times in a row imitating the motion of his cock. He could feel her internal muscles try to hold him in, draw him deeper, but he could easily resist their pull at the moment.

"Frell!" She moaned. She kept trying to angle her clitoris closer to his lips. He was spending more time teasing. She didn't want teasing, not now, She wanted climax. She was teetering near the edge, but not near enough to tip over. His mouth on her while she kneeled over his face, knuckles white with the grip she held on the headboard, was her favorite.

"Such language."

She swore again and pressed back with her hips, finally, he gave in. Whether he was too tired form holding on to her wild movements or he was just being nice, it didn't matter. His tongue was licking her clit. Her climax was building faster. She could feel it starting in the pit of her stomach. The sweet burn of orgasm pooling between her legs. Every swipe of his talented tongue sent her closer to the precipice. He'd lick around the hard, tiny, nub and the tease the end, always backing off before she got to the plateau. She loved and hated how well he knew her body. She was hanging on his whim. When he wanted her to reach orgasm she would tumblr over the edge. He was in control of her.

She loved when he took control.

Just the thought of him being in charge sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine. Then his lips enclosed around her throbbing clit. Her suckled on it and his tongue flickered over the head quickly. She was gone.

She pushed her shoulders back and arched her back, grinding her hips into his mouth. He never let up, riding out the full orgasm with her clit between his lips. Her climax was powerful and she felt like jelly all over as it finished coursing through her body. She tried to slide down and roll off him, but nothing would listen to her so she flopped around until she found herself tucked into his side.

"Frell, that was so good." She looked up at him with sleepy, half lidded eyes. His mouth and chin were wet with her essence. The sight of him coated with her made her moan more. She leaned up, unsteadily, and kissed him. She could taste herself in the kiss. She enjoyed her flavor mixed with him.

Her kisses were sloppy. But he loved them, he'd made her that way. He could feel his own arousal between his legs. Eating her out always turned him on. The little noises she was making while cleaning her own juices off his face wasn't helping.

She kissed down his chin and caught a glimpse of his erection while trying to find a better angle to make sure she licked everything clean. She felt a renewed rush of arousal flood her.

"I want you inside me." She went to straddle his hips but her body still didn't want to listen to her commands, it only wanted to follow his orders.

"I thought that you'd never ask." John got to his knees and sat back on his heels. "Lay in front of me." She started to scoot in position and open her legs for him to slip between. But that wasn't what he wanted, not really. "On your knees, baby."

She thought about refusing, looked at him for a micron, and decided to let him keep his control. She rolled on her stomach first. His hands prevented her from rising to her knees. The two hands that he'd placed on each cheek of her ass. He was kneading and squeezing. His mouth touched the small of her back as his palms started to travel upwards. His thumbs pressed harder along her spine then his fingertips tickled the hurt away. As if her body needed to relax any more. She was already feeling sleepy from her first orgasm.

She felt the warm wetness of his tongue tracing the bumps of her spine. He was slowly moving to cover her body with his. When he got to her shoulders she felt him move to straddle her bottom as he smoothed all of her hair out of the way. His palms slipped across her upper back and over her shoulders.

His touch was light and airy. It was all about keeping her calm and happy. He didn't want to build her up too quickly. He loved the delicate feel of her skin. She was such a hardened soldier, tough and all business, but underneath she was soft. She showed him her womanliness and trusted him to keep her safe. He worshiped her body in return showing her how much he loved and appreciated her.

John's cock was resting against the swell of her ass as he played along her shoulders. The tip would rub against her skin every time he moved to change angles and it was driving him crazy. He didn't know how much longer he could hold off being inside her.

"Enough foreplay." Aeryn's voice sounded deeper than normal and she cleared her throat of all the sleepiness. "I just want to feel you inside me." She raised her butt and bumped him trying to get him to acquiesce with her request.

He smiled and kissed her neck then slunk back down. His knees were on either side of hers when he gave her a tug on her hips asking her to kneel up. She complied swiftly and he was presented with her backside. Her legs spread slightly and he reached to part her folds. With one hand he held her open while the other gripped his erection. He pushed forward and rubbed the head along her lower lips. The moisture eagerly coating his manhood.

His hips jerked foreword and he released the hold on his cock, just letting it slip through her folds, but not yet delving into her sheath. He thrust slowly, not wanting to be released from the light hold she had on him. He felt the hard nub of her clit on the sensitive head of his hardness and she'd jerk back and gasp every time he hit it. He could feel the juices starting to renew and drip from her body as he began to increase his speed.

"Never enough foreplay, baby, but I've got to have you now." He needed more, his body was straining. He reached between them and grasped his erection in his hand, aimed the head for her opening and thrust home. Her tunnel was hot and slick and offered no resistance to his invasion. She felt wonderful surrounding him, pulling him in with the fluttering and rippling of her internal muscles.

"Frell me. "

"I am." He pulled back and stroked home again, letting himself bottom out inside her and rest before slowly pulling almost all the way out. "God, baby, I am."

He didn't think maintaining the slow rhythm was conceivable for long. He was too hard and she was too tight. With every stroke she pressed back, his balls would swing forward and hit her clit. She'd let out a raspy cry and he'd feel an answering shudder wrack his body.

He increased the speed and frequency of his strokes. Soon he was constantly thrusting and retreating. Thrust, retreat. Thrust, retreat. She was moaning and wriggling under him. Her arms folded against the mattress and she used the angle to force herself harder against him.

The feeling was becoming too strong, he needed to help her. His hands had been on her hips, gripping like a life line, one of them released her and snaked around her waist. He found her little bud and started to circle it with his pointer. She cried out as he swiped the bundle of nerves with his finger, every stoke matching the rhythm his fingers had established.

She loved it, the feedback was immediate around his cock. Her muscles tightened and refused to let loose. He was pulling through a current that wouldn't give. It felt incredible. Her body was trying to deny him an exit. He took it over and over. Every retreat was like she was trying to pull his seed right from the root. She was milking him. The muscles were rippling over him and he could tell she was climbing quickly to climax number two.

"Take it, sweetheart. I need you to come so I can let go."

"Oh, Frell…"

John pressed hard on her clit and he slammed his manhood home and that was all she needed. She choked on his name, the sensation of the orgasm was so intense.

He wasn't far behind her. The sensational pleasure that being inside her provided him was like a siren call, he never could hold on long after that, today was no different. He plunged deep with in her and his hips jerked against her twice before he felt the hot burn of pleasure course from his balls up through his shaft finally emptying inside her. He sent so many ropes of semen into her body it felt like it was never ending.

He was sure he'd forgotten to breathe because when the orgasm subsided his lungs were on fire with the need for air. He sucked in rapid, deep breaths trying to get the burning to leave his chest.

She sent all his senses into flames.

"You're heavy, John." Aeryn tried to scoot out from under him, they'd collapsed in a heap after their climaxes. He groaned and rolled off her back. Her face was tipped the way he'd gone and he angled his mouth in to kiss her. A sweet kiss full of thanks.

"Sorry, baby, you turn me to a boneless heap after we make love."

"As long as one part of you regains it's hard structure I'm perfectly okay with that."

"Always thinking ahead, always."

He pulled her into his chest and rolled onto his back. He loved being her pillow. They didn't take long to fall asleep after Crichton covered them with the sheets to keep himself from losing too much heat and making sure she didn't overheat. Most nights she was all the blanket he required.