A/N: Currently procrastinating on a programming project. Here, have this.
Nikki's hips grinded in Jonesy's lap, gyrating around and around in slow circles. He held onto her waist, her movements causing long groans to fall from his lips.
"Baaaabe," he dragged out, resting against the back of the couch while she worked him out. His eyes were half-lidded as he moaned for her.
She reclined against him, her back resting against his chest as she tossed her hips around his groin.
"What's wrong, loverboy?" she asked breathily. "Cat got your tongue?"
"The cat's got way more than my tongue, Nik," he said, a purr punctuating his sentence.
"Mmm, I can imagine," she replied, still swirling her hips around in his lap. She made a noise of content when his hands moved from her waist to her chest, grabbing both her breasts.
"Oh, baby, you're the best," he moaned, giving her a title that no other person had (in his eyes). Couldn't she see that she drove him mad?
"I don't mind hearing that again."
Never mind, she already knew. "You're the best, baby," he repeated, one hand steady on her breast, the other wandering down to where their two bodies met.
"That's more like it," she said before her breath hitched in her throat. When she finally caught her breath, fuck escaped her lips.
"Looks like I got you now, Nik."
Her eyes damn near rolled all the way back. "Mmhmm," she barely managed to say.
It only enticed him to toy with her further. The more he played with her, the more her hips bucked and spasmed in his lap until she sharply gasped.
Eventually, he found himself at a loss for his breath, too—they knew so well how the other got off and he was mesmerized.
"Damn, baby," he said afterwards, his chest heaving up and down with breath. "You felt amazing."
She still remained starry-eyed, at a loss for words. "Oh."
He smirked at her silence. "What's wrong, Nik? Jonesmeister got your tongue?"