Selection Factor6
Moira was staring, flustered. John's gaze intent. Leaving no doubt as to exactly what he wanted. How he wanted her. "Um...um...John, um, look...um, John..."
He sat suddenly. Catching her before she could flee. Kissing her passionately. He pulled the band from her hair, setting the long brown tresses free. Ran his fingers through them as he kissed her. Tongue sliding now, possessing to make her murmur. Shift in arousal, need. He tugged at the sweater, pulling it off her. She let him, freeing her arms. She bit her lower lip as he paused, staring at her. "Fuck."
"I...I know...I....John..." she whispered, on the brink of tears.
"Fuck," he repeated. "Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are, baby? My God..." He lifted her face to his. Kissed her. "Do you have any idea how much I want you right now? As long as it is safe for you and John junior."
"I...you...you really want to have, to have sex, with, with me?"
He smiled at her earnestness. "Yes, baby. Only you. I love you, Moira. You can trust me." He kissed her. "Completely." He ran his mouth up her throat. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes, John, it's not that...it's just...it's..."
"No tears." He kissed her. Hands sliding her shirt up, up. "Then give yourself to me, Moy. Give me all of it. I'll take away all of your worries." He lifted the shirt. She raised her arms and he pulled it off her. Tossed it aside. She blushed as his gaze wandered. Lingered. Stared. A passionate intensity that captivated her. She had on a lacy pale green bra, one that he had seen many times. But now it could barely contain her. She was nearly popping out of it. The swells of her breasts barely covered by the fabric. The hard, pink nipples visible as they pressed the lace. "Oh fuck," he muttered, cock becoming even harder. Body tensing with lust. His gaze lowered to the baby bump. A warmth filled his eyes, a joy, a pure delight of emotion. He met her gaze. "Moira."
"John? Don't....don't..."
He kissed her. "So fucking beautiful I ache for you, baby. I ache for you," he wooed. Kissing down her throat, sliding the bra straps down. Fingers sliding behind her to unhook the bra.
She gasped, shifted. Aroused and uneasy. Embarrassed and enthralled. He pulled the bra off her. Gazed and touched gently. "You–"
"Moira, my Moira...fuck...they are even more beautiful...wow...oh Moy..."
"Shut up, John! You would have to oh God!" she moaned as he kissed her. Hands cupping, clasping gently. Caressing. Fingers spreading over the swells, the curves. He gently moved her onto her back. Kissing down her throat. Down to her breasts. Moira forgot about her embarrassment, arching up to his mouth. Moaning as he kissed, licked. So gently took each nipple to suck and suck until she squirmed. His hands slid down to undo her pants. He pulled, pulled. She lifted and he removed them. Yanked off her shoes. Kissing her breasts again all over. Fingers now caressing between her legs. "Oh John! John, John...oh John!" she murmured. Pleasure beginning, lazy spirals of anticipation.
He kissed down, down. Paused. "Hey, John junior." Slid down, kissing up her thigh. Mouthed against her panties. Tasting. Teasing. Feeling her wetness, the snug heat ready for him. "Fuck," he muttered, as his cock jerked in reaction, a preliminary spasm even before he had entered her. He slid up, still next to her. "Moira," he breathed into her ear, "do you want me to go down on you, baby?"
"I...no. No, John...no...I want..." Moira was barely coherent. Squirming as his fingers slid into the panties now. To caress. To tease. To probe. She grabbed his arm, moaning. "John!"
"Ssh..." He grinned. Feeling her ready to take him, to come wildly. So was he. His erection a pulsing hunger against her thigh. He yanked down her panties, yanked them off of her. He tore off his shirt, stood to kick off his shoes, to yank off his pants and his shorts. So eager now he almost came in his own hands. He groaned. Moved back to her, gazing at her in wonder, in lust. In love. "Fuck...oh fuck, Moy...I want every inch of you but I can't wait too long or I will come all over the new bed," he complained.
"John!" She stared up at him. His passionate scrutiny. His love. The lust gleaming in his brilliant green eyes. In his very erect cock pointing at her.
He moved to her. Kissed her. "How's this? Can I—"
"Get on top of me, sweetie, please! It will be fine."
"Are you sure? I...." He groaned as she suddenly took hold of him. Squeezed.
"Do I need to put it in myself, colonel?" she teased.
He grinned. "Yeah, do it, baby. Put me in there. Are you sure you will be oh fuck! Fuck!"
"Ssh!" she chided to his exclamation as she squeezed, stroked. A bit uncertain herself feeling him so engorged, so eager. Felt a spasm run along the hard length of him. She freed him. "John, John..."
He entered slowly, carefully. Moaned to find her tight but so slick he could thrust in and out easily. Eliciting whimpers and sighs of surrender as he did so, thrusting a gentle rhythm. Careful to shift his weight but she pulled him onto her. Kissing him fiercely. He lifted up a little, uncertain. "Easy, baby, we need to–"
"No! Harder! Faster! Bring me, John, bring us!" she ordered. So hungry for him, for all of him. For the wild passion to consume them both. She ran her nails up his bare back. Kissed his throat. Bit his ear. Bit harder. He thrust harder in response. Increased momentum. "Oh John! Oh John!" she cried, his name exploding in a breathless litany as she came. Arching as the orgasm was sharp, sweet.
"Fuck! Oh fuck, fuck, baby!" he enthused, moving faster, harder. Still careful as she pulsed on him, clenched and controlled him. He thrust deeper, deeper, but not too roughly. Groaned as he came in a rushing shudder. Release. He slowed, slowed, stilled. Relaxed a moment but she pulled him onto her. "Moira?"
"John! Oh John! Love me, love me...please...you..." She kissed him.
He rolled onto his side, sliding out of her. Turned her to him. She snuggled. "Okay, baby? That was sweet. Fucking sweet."
"Yes, sweetie. Wonderful...oh."
"Moy?" He scooted back, felt her tears. "Are you–"
"I'm fine. It's just...you...you love me."
He kissed her. "Yes, sweetheart."
"No. I mean you, you love me. You...John..." She touched his face, his lips. "You still want me. Still want me like this...you...oh John...you bring me so exquisitely!"
"Moira, I want you. When you are big as a house I will want you," he assured.
"John!" She hit his arm.
He smiled. Kissed her. Kept kissing her, tasting her tears. Her love. Her need. "Moira..." He ran his hand down her arm, her hip. Eyes on her breasts again. "Wow...I mean, wow! I...give me...ten? Okay...I..."
She kissed him. "You have five, colonel. Get it up."
He laughed. Rolled onto his back. "Ah, baby, that is not enough time. Not even for me."
"Do you need help with your ordnance, colonel?" She kissed him. "Ew! I don't think so."
He laughed at her expression. "Yeah, baby. Suck it, Moy. Suck my–"
"No! God, no!" She rolled away from him. He laughed loudly. "John! It's not funny!"
He rolled to her. Touched her rear. "Oh fuck, fuck...Moy! My God...Moira!" He gently squeezed the rounder cheeks. Kissed down her back. "Moira...oh fuck. Wall. Wall, baby...I'll make sure you don't get hurt."
"I thought you couldn't get it up," she teased. Squirming under his hands.
"That pert little ass...it's my weak spot, baby."
She sighed fondly. Scooted up onto her knees. Caught the headboard. "We shouldn't break this one, John."
"Not yet, Moira." He slid behind her. Hands running along her body. "Fuck you are so beautiful, baby! Just say the safe word if you need to." He lowered to kiss up her thighs, spreading them wide.
She gasped at the unexpected action. Felt a renewed flood of desire. "Oh John, John..." She moaned, shifting as he scooted under her. Began to nibble up her thigh. Between her legs, teasing, searching. His hands slid up to squeeze her rear. She bucked, moaned. Writhing and tightening. "Oh John! John!" she sobbed as pleasure throbbed, throbbed. As he took, took, relentless. Ruthless. Sucking so hard she whimpered helplessly. He freed her. Slid behind her and entered her. Groaned, rock hard, thrusting all the way. Pulling her gently back a bit. A bit more, finding the best position.
"Fuck! Oh fuck, Moira...harder! Harder, baby...oh fuck!" He began to thrust in earnest now, body so eager. But he was careful. Making her tremble with pleasure. Excitement. He kissed her shoulder, began to bounce her on the bed. Up to the wall. The headboard. Grunting as each thrust brought him closer, closer. But he gently pulled her back. Hands sliding up to grasp her breasts, to knead and tease until she moaned, arching, squirming. He thrust deeper, harder. Faster as the bed rocked noisily. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck here we go!" he growled. Hands freeing her. One splayed on the baby bump protectively. The other sliding straight down to her cleft to enter.
"John? John, oh John...a double, a double, oh John, John, John!" Her voice rose in a crescendo of passion, crying out as the climax slammed, followed by another. As he sped up, filling every inch of her, taking every inch and dissolving it into pleasure.
He shuddered, ejaculating as the orgasm rocked him. "Fuck! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" he growled, the rush exhilarating. Passionate. He thrust a few more times, grunting as she moaned. He rested on her a moment, kissing her shoulder. Her throat. "Fuck that turns me on...those sounds you make, that pert little ass...so fucking sweet...I get so fucking hard I think I'll die."
"John! John...you..." She moaned as he slid out of her at last.
"Let's get under." He got off the bed, pulled back the sheets as she shakily stood. Dazed. Pleasured. He got into the bed, reclined. "Oh fuck!" he moaned. "This bed! It's as good as that hotel bed, Moira! Ah baby!"
She got in next to him, smirking at his ecstatic reaction to the mattress. She snuggled against him. "You'll make my bed jealous, John."
He smiled, holding her close. Kissed her. "Can't a man love two beds, baby? Oh Moira...give me ten, no eleven...maybe twelve..."
"Hilarious, John."
"You sure you're okay? And John junior?"
"No, John, I'm not okay!" She slid over him, kissed him. "I'm so fucking pleasured and flying on sex right now I won't be able to sleep! Thanks a lot, colonel!"
He smiled. "Any time, baby. And I do mean any time. Day or night."
She laughed. "I bet." She rested on him. Relaxing. Secure. Dazzled. "I'm so glad you are here, John. My John."
"My Moira." He kissed her brow. "Is there some problem, Moy? I'm sure men are ogling you but if it's more than that–"
"No. Nothing like that." She lifted her head to see his face. "Would that, would that make you jealous? If other men um, ogled me?"
"Should it, Moira?"
"No."
"Have they?"
"Um...some," she admitted. Saw his gaze narrow. His arm tighten around her. "It's more me than them," she hastily explained. "I mean I...the way I feel about how I...this...the...um..."
He kissed her. "About how beautiful and even more voluptuous you are? About how those men would probably kill to be where I am right now. Where I was five minutes ago?"
"John," she scolded fondly. "Oh John..."
He kissed her again. "Go to sleep, Moira. I'm here now. If there's a problem I need to know. Immediately. All right?"
"Okay, John." She settled on him.
He kissed her brow. "This feels so good I may never leave. Can we just live in this bed, Moy?"
She smiled. "For as long as we can, sweetie. It's much more comfortable with you in it."
"Good to know. It's certainly stickier."
"John!" They laughed.
"What? It's true, baby. Go to sleep. I hope you bought extra sheets."