Chapter Seven

Soft, moist lips moved gently over hers, making their way across her face, touching her cheeks, nose, eyelids and forehead. She opened her eyes to see John intently staring down at her, as though he were memorizing her every feature. She laughed and made the comment to him. He smiled, tracing just his fingertips up and down her arms, causing goosebumps to appear.

"I am memorizing you, Molly. I always want to remember how you looked just before we made love for the first time." He nuzzled her where her shoulder and neck met---and she discovered that that was a very sensitive spot. She moved her arms hesitantly, delicately raking her nails over the rippling muscles of his back. He groan and she stilled, afraid she'd done something wrong. John raised his head and look at Molly, desire burning bright in his eyes.

"Do that again." he demanded. She complied and smiled when his groan became hotter. Experimentally she moved her hands to his chest, testing the broadness of his tanned shoulders. Trailing her palms down to his nipples, she lightly teased one until John clasped her hand suddenly. She looked into his eyes and saw a playful smile there. Abruptly rolling over, he took Molly with him settling her astride him. He lay back and crossed his arms behind his head, grinning at her confused expression.

"Now, this will be more comfortable."

"It will?" Molly asked, not understanding what he was doing. He took her hands in both of his and lay them flat against his chest, directly over his heart. Molly watched, fascinated by this turn of events.

"Now, you can 'explore' to your heart's content, baby." Her eyes twinkled, realization dawning. She trailed her hands slowly down his chest, working her way to his rock hard abs. She ran a fingertip lightly around his navel, earning a sharp intake of breath from John. She slowly unfastened his jeans, hesitating only briefly as she tugged them off, leaving him in his black silk boxers. She lightly ran a nail along the edge of his waistband, finally raising her eyes to meet his.

John looked down at her with an encouraging smile, giving her the go ahead. She tugged and his shorts were gone, leaving his huge erection to flourish under her gaze. Her mouth opend on a little "Oh!' of surprise and he couldn't help but chuckle. She looked up, startled by his laughter. Narrowing her eyes she thought, laugh at me, will he? We'll just see about that! She scooted up his body, making sure not to touch his crotch. She settled on his chest, taking his mouth with hers in a deep, thorough kiss. Without warning John broke the kiss, staring up into Molly's flushed face. "I've never wanted another woman the way I want you."

Molly's heart flipped at the admission. "I feel the same way." John smiled, running a fingertip down her cheek.

"I'm damn glad." He pulled her in, once again seeking her lips with his own. Molly placed tiny kisses across his lips, slowly working her way down the strong column of his neck. She flicked her tongue rapidly against the pounding pulse at the base of his throat, issueing a strangled groan from John's lips. Working her way down, she stopped momentarily to lick and nip at his flattened male nipples. She tugged one into her mouth sucking slowly, swirling her tongue around and around the hardened tip.

"Jesus!...Molly, baby..." he muttered incoherently. She looked up at him, innocently.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" she smirked when his breath hissed as she licked slowly down his abs, paying special attention to the outlined muscles.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked through gritted teeth. Her torturous ministrations had him so hard he could pummel holes through sheetrock. He wanted nothing more than to flip her over and drive himself home, thrusting into her until they both screamed with release. Instead he clawed at the tangled sheets, in an attempt to keep his hands off her. Tonight was about her...about Molly. He was not going to rush things and scare her away.

Molly smiled at his restraint, knowing she was driving him insane. She continued her journey down his body, finally coming to rest right below his navel. "Immensely." She stroked his thighs, loving the feel of the crisp hairs against her palms, as she nuzzled his hips. Running a finger lightly down his hip bone, she said,"Do you know what I've always found to be sexy?"

"What?" he asked hoarsely, part of him silently wishing she would put him out of his misery, the other part never wanting it to end.

"Hip dents." John's eyes shot open and looked down at her in confusion. BIG mistake. Seeing her mouth that close to his package turned him on even more.

"Hip dents?" She smirked and lazily licked along his hip dents, tracing the ridge of muscle that flowed along the bone. "Yep. These things here." She repeated her trick on the other side, quickly driving him crazy. John's head fell back against the pillows and he groaned.

"Molly, please..." Tired of teasing him and dying to know what he tasted like, Molly softly took just the head of his penis in her mouth, sucking lightly, lapping up the drops of precum that had gathered there.

He gasped at the sudden warmth enveloping him. His hands found their way into her hair, gently guiding her head in a rhythm that was satisfying to him. Molly complied, easing him deeper down her throat. A time or two she'd had to stop, allowing her throat muscles to relax to take his massive length. Finally, all of him embedded firmly in her mouth, she began to bob her head quickly, loving the broken sobs and moans coming from the head of the bed. Molly loved the feel of him against her tongue, the way he tased, his smell...it was like a powerful aphrodisiac.

John felt the familiar tightening in his balls and abruptly pulled her up to him, kissing her senseless, tasting himself on her lips. That in itself would have made him lose it, but Molly chose that moment to reach out, grasping his engorged cock in her soft hand and stroking it firmly. He gasped, breaking their kiss. Jesus! It was like she knew exactly what he liked and how hard. Deciding that it was time to take control John rolled over, taking Molly with him. She blinked up at him owlishly, as though unsure of how their positions had been switched. He grinned and ran his tongue along her jawbone. "It's my turn to play, sweetheart." He quickly drew off her top, throwing it on the pile of his clothes that already lay on the floor. He immediately nuzzled her breasts, licking and nibbling, but never giving her what she wanted: her whole nipple in his mouth.

Just when she thought she would die of frustration, John's warm mouth covered her and she arched off the bed, letting out a banshee-like wale. He chuckled, continuing to suck her nipples, rolling them around his tongue, loving her flavor. "You taste so sweet Molly..." He followed her lead and made his way down her stomach, pausing as he got to the elastic waistband of her pants. He looked up into cobalt eyes, sensing that she wanted to watch this...this last step. He slid his hand beneath them, lightly running his fingers through the downy soft hair he found at the juncture of her thighs. She gasped, throwing her head back, amazed at what his touch did to her.

Quickly John discarded the last article of clothing and knelt, staring at her. She watched him and after a few moments, blushed, trying to cover her body. He stopped her, pinning her hands to the bed. He looked at her, undeniable lust in his eyes. "You are breathtaking." She smiled as he loosened his grip on her hands and gently placed her palm against his cheek. He turned, kissing her hand and slowly lowered himself between her thighs. Instinctively, Molly allowed her legs to fall open. He gazed at her womanhood, already a glistening, moist pink. His tongue flicked out, catching some of her essence. Her hips pistoned off the bed, shocked at the intimate kiss he'd bestowed upon her. He laughed and held her hips firmly against the bed. "It's okay, baby. I've got know what you taste like." That said, his mouth fastened gently at her core. She arched up, pushing herself deeper into his mouth.

"John!...oh, god...harder..." He complied, taking her clit gently between his teeth then sucking it hard into his mouth. Molly screamed, feeling a lightning bolt of pleasure shoot through her. Her entire body trembled and she ached...ached to have him inside her. "Please, John, please! Now!" Knowing he had pressed his limits and was nearing the breaking point, John raised himself up, and looked into her face.

"Look at me Molly."

She opened her eyes to see him staring down at her, an intensitiy she'd never seen before in his gaze. Sweat glistened on his head and shoulders, and she could smell the scent of her own arousal on him. He leaned down, tracing her lips with his tongue, before sucking her lower lips into his mouth, sharing the flavor of her body with her. He broke away and moved between her legs, spreading them wider and laying them across his thighs.

"I want to watch your face as I come into you..." he eased just the tip of his cock into her entrance. Slowly, slowly, so as not to hurt her, he eased himself in, shuttering at the warmth that gripped him like a velvet glove. She groaned, her eyes falling closed. John stopped, earning a whimper from Molly.

"Eyes open, Molly." She opened them again, only to have them immediately roll back in her head as he plunged himself completely into her. She winced at the slight pain, the fullness of him. John paused, allowing her to adjust to his largeness. She wriggled her hips against his. "More John...please..." He groaned easing himself slowly out of her, only to plunge in again, deeper this time. Their bodies instinctively moved to a rhythm as old as time. Molly reached down, clutching John's firm ass in both hands, urging him deeper, harder. John complied, ramming into her again and again. Their pants and moans fillled the room, along with the sound of flesh against flesh.

Molly felt an odd quickening in the pit of her stomach and knew her pleasure was within reach. She grabbed John's arms that were currently pinning her hips to the bed. "John! I'm...it's... what's happening?"

Feeling her body start to tremble beneath his, John, doubled his efforts, his hips pistoning against hers. "It's okay, baby...I've got you..." Reaching down between their bodies, he quickly found her clit and pinched, the extra pressure sending her flying over the edge.

He'd meant to pull out before he came, to ensure her safety, but at the last moment her sweet little womb clenched against his shaft, setting off his own release. He spumed on and on...he thought it'd never stop. She gasped as she felt the warmth of his come blast against the back of her womb. John collapsed, falling to the side and pulling Molly over on top of him, all the while still inside her.

After their breathing slowed and their heartrates returned to normal, Molly noticed the moist lips at her temple and the large hand running gently through her hair. Propping her head up on her hand that lay on his chest, she gazed up at him, curiously. "Is it always like that?" His hand stilled, but he didn't hesitate.

"No. Not for me anyway. It's never been like that." She snuggled down next to him again and sighed contentedly.

"Good." He chuckled and the vibrations through his chest tickled Molly's cheek.

"Good?" he asked, resuming playing with her hair. He felt, rather than saw her nod.

"Just...good." She lay quietly for a minute, listening to the oddly soothing sound of his heartbeat. "Thank you." Her statement startled him.

"Thank you?" She laughed. "Is there an echo in here? Thank you. For making this night one of the most beautiful of my life." She blinked her eyes drowsily as she smiled. He tilted her chin up, wanting to see her eyes...to make sure she was telling the truth. He prayed to God she was. Because John Cena was beginning to realize that what he felt for the petite brunette at his side was more than just lust. Much, much more. Seeing the honesty in her gaze he smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. She eased her head back down to his chest and snuggled in deeper, as though trying to get even closer to him. Moments later the sounds of her even breathing filled the room. Reaching down to the foot of the bed, he grabbed the comforter that lay there, covering them both with it. Settling in and drifting off to sleep, John smiled at the thought of waking up with Molly in his arms.