A/N: You guys rule. Sorry for the delay, it was my work week. I was going to finish Chapter 13 and upload them together so none of you would be left hanging, but then I decided..nah. So here's 12. I'll probably be done with my final draft of 13 tonight, so maybe you'll see it. I am amazed at how many people are reading this. Thank you.

"Did those hurt to get and did you just say to PULL them?", John asked, moving the rings around and licking the tips of her now erect nipples.

"Yes..and yes. They hurt, that was part of the point of having them, the other part was to make them sensitive...before, it didn't really matter what happened to them, the poor things could not have cared less."

"And since?", he said while he nibbled on Charlie's neck.

"Well, how about you see for yourself?" , she replied; taking his enormous hands in her small ones and placing each of his thumbs and forefingers around her rings and helping him extend them outwardly with the pressure she liked.

"Yessss", Charlie hissed. "Oh, yes." Her breathing increased as she began to sway her hips, lightly grinding herself in John's lap.

John mumbled to her, or at least she thought he did. The rushing sounds in her ears did not help her hearing at all, and she was more than a little distracted by his hands.

"Huh?" They made eye contact and her need for him was evident and he loved it.

"I said We. Need. A. Bed. Like now."

"Oh.", Charlie said breathlessly, with just a hint of a grin. "You know, I have one of those around here somewhere." She looked around. "Where did I put the bed...?"

"Okay, smartass; two can play this retaliation game, you know.."

"That's not really a two player game for me...okay, lets go upstairs."

John grabbed her ass and picked her up from where they were sitting. Charlie wrapped her legs around his waist and started to thrust her pelvis where she could feel his cock underneath her.

"Unless you want me to stop and fuck you right here on the steps, you need to stop doing that. My self control is hanging by a thread, I swear to God Charlie. I haven't cum in my pants since I was 15 and I have no plans for our first time together to end with me wiping myself up and trying to clean my underwear in your bathroom."

He stepped onto the second floor landing. "Which room?"

"End of the hall", Charlie whispered in his ear, after which she resumed tracing the edge of the lobe lightly with her tongue.

John found the door and opened it. The centerpiece of the room was a king sized sleigh bed, inctricately carved and very beautiful, and he made a mental note to take a closer look at it when he was less distracted.

He dropped her on the bed, and began to undress her. Charlie laughed as he looked confusedly at her work boots. "The laces don't seem to do anything."

"You give up so easily." She unzipped her boots from the tab poking out from the inside.

He slid it from her foot and it fell to the floor with a thud that only steel-toed boots have.

"Remind me to take those off of you before I pick you up next time, those are twenty pounds I don't need." He set to work on her pants and as he pulled them down he discovered a pair of frilly panties and lacy bobby socks covering her feet. "You are killing me, do you know that? Everytime I think I've got a handle on you, I get another smack in the head telling me that I don't know a thing...but I'm going to find out the rest, starting now."

She licked her lips and grinned at him. "So um...do you want my life story right now? Okay then; once upon a time...in this very month, in the shadow of the Golden Gate Bridge, a long time ago, a girl was born. She..."

Charlie trailed off. John had quietly parted her legs, moved his head down and had begun licking and nibbling the skin on her inner thigh.

The closer he got to her junction, the more the scent of her overwhelmed his senses. He placed a finger on the fabric covering her and was surprised to find it completely saturated. "Wow. You're um..", John struggled to find the right word and not sound silly.

"The word is wet, John. I'm wet. Also, horny. Either or both of those work." Charlie grinned at him. "You know, if people knew how shy and tongue tied you were, the university that issued your Doctor of Thuganomics degree might take it back. I'm pretty sure that "Scamming Chicks" is core curriculum."

John looked at her with a serious face that took the smile from hers.

"If you were just a chick, I wouldn't have a problem. I have the lines down pat, the problem here is you. You make me think differently, want other things. Pick your awesome ass up off the bed for a second."

John dispensed with the only item of clothing she had left, and she lay in the bed, naked and looking up at him. He continued his assault on her thighs, well aware he was leaving teeth marks, feeling territorial. He reached her pussy and realized it was hairless-well, more five o'clock shadow than clean shaved, and he touched her for the first time. He ran his finger up her labia and over her clit. Her button was full and swollen and begging for attention and how could he say no? He wrapped his lips around it and applied some pressure with his tongue.

"Holy shit, John..." For her part, Charlie was clawing the bed sheets and moaning softly. As she began thrusting herself into his face, he took the hint and began laving her in earnest. He placed one, then two fingers inside her and stroked her g-spot, encouraging her along with his hands and mouth.

She started to moan louder and she grabbed a pillow and put it over her face to muffle her sounds. John took it from her and tossed it aside. He removed his tongue from her long enough to explain. "No. I want to hear you, and I want to see your face, when you cum. When I make you cum."

As he put his tongue back on her clit, she began to twitch and grabbed him by the hair and held his head right where she needed him to be. "Oh God, yes. Lick it. Just like that...don't stop, oh god, I'm going to cum...yes..oh John, so good, oh yes...oooohhhhh.." Her face flushed and she came undone, keening loudly, trumpeting his success.