John walked in and closed the door only to be greeted by a glass flying by his head. He quickly ducked and it hit the wall behind him.

“What the fuck?” he asked, shocked and looked at her with large eyes.

“What the hell were you thinking?” she screeched.

John’s brows arched and he furrowed him them, confused. “Huh?”

“I mean, how could you? What in the shit did you think you were doing?”

He shook his head and shrugged, not sure how to answer. He leaned on the kitchen counter and scratched his head.

“What gave you the impression that what you did would be a good idea?” she went on.

John rolled his eyes and opened the refrigerator. He pulled out the juice and started to put it to his mouth when she said, “Don’t even think about drinking out of the carton! What are you, some kind of Neanderthal? Use a glass!”

John groaned and put the juice back in the refrigerator. “I think we should keep the glassware put away, just so, ya know, you don’t get any ideas about pitching them again.”

“Don’t even try to be funny with me, mister!” she seethed.

“I wasn’t trying to…” he trailed off.

“Yeah, I’ll bet you weren’t trying to when you pulled that stupid ass stunt too!”

John groaned again and put his hand on his face, covering his mouth and trying not to laugh as she went on and on.

“I mean, c’mon, John, what were you seriously thinking?”

“What the hell did I do?” he asked.

“You know what you did!” she shot back. “I mean, of all the nerve!”

John rolled his head back and he looked up at the ceiling with a groan. “Baby…”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me, you…you…weenie!” she sneered.

“Oh, that’s nice,” John mumbled.

“You’re slime, you’re scum, you’re…you’re… hot dog water!”

John looked at her with a grin and quickly tucked his lips in. “What?”

“You heard me!” she scowled.

John rolled his eyes again and grinned, then laughed. “Hot dog water? Is that the best you can come up with?”

“Oh you!” she pouted and crossed her arms under her breasts. “How could you?”

“Tell me what I did and I’ll answer that!” John said, exasperated.

“You know!” she squealed.

John sighed and closed his eyes as she ranted one and on. Finally, he did the one thing he knew would shut her up. He kissed her.

She whimpered when he lifted up. “More…”

John chuckled and kissed her again. She moaned under his lips and wrapped her arms around him, under his arms, fisting his t-shirt. John moved down her neck as he slid his hands down her back and cupped her rear. She moaned and tugged at his shirt.

“Off,” she commanded.

John laughed softly and picked her up. He set her on the kitchen counter and took his shirt off.

“Better?” he asked.

She looked at his chest and smiled. “C’mere.”

John arched his brows and grinned, going to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her. He moved his hands up her thighs and grazed the sides of her breasts with his thumbs. She moaned softly, caressing down his arms and squeezing his biceps.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” she whispered and kissed his jaw and moved down to his neck.

“Am I getting’ ya all worked up, baby?” he ground out.

“Oh yeah,” she said and gently bit his neck right underneath his ear.

John laughed and pulled her top off. He licked his lips, looking at her. She breathed heavily, making her full breasts nearly spill out of her black lacy bra. He covered them with his hands, kissing her. She sighed, squeezing his arms again. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him as he kissed down her neck and kissed his way to her chest. He buried his face in the valley of her breasts and licked, kissed and nibbled her exposed skin. Keeping one arm around her, he started tugging on her bra straps and pulled it down. Her breasts bounced out, hitting his face.

He growled and captured a nipple with his lips. She cried out, arching her back as he licked around it and sucked it into his mouth. He cupped it in his large hand, massaging it and moved to the other breast, continuing his ministrations.

“God, baby, you’re getting me so fucking wet,” she moaned.

John looked up into her pink face and smirked. He pulled her off the counter and turned her around. He held one breast and reached under her skirt. He ripped her panties away and pulled her closer to him. He reached around her and as he tweaked her nipple with one hand, he ran the length of his fingers down her slit.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried out, sticking her rear out towards him.

He chuckled in her ear, sliding a finger into her opening. “So wet, hot and tight…”

“Fuck me, please!” she begged.

“Patience, baby, patience,” he breathed into her ear. He gently bit her neck as he thrust his finger in and out of her slowly. He let go of her breast and caressed up her arm over her shoulder and down her back to her hip to her leg. He smirked and put his arm around her. Using his fingers, he spread her open further and touched her button. She cried out, thrusting her hips back. He rubbed it slowly and growled into her ear.

“I wanna lick that.”

She whimpered and moved, turning to face him. She grinned and grabbed his waistband. She started walking backwards, dragging him with her. She lay down on the table, legs spread. John licked his lips, looking at her and dove in. She called out and rolled her hips. He sucked and nibbled on her center, his eyes rolled up to look at her face.

He lifted up and said, “Play with your nipples.”

Her hands went immediately to her breasts and she pinched her nipples, pulling them and moaning.

John licked his lips and went back to work, watching her. He flicked his tongue over her clit lightly.

“More…” she moaned loudly.

He rolled his tongue around it and gently started sucking. He pushed a finger inside her and slowly moved it in and out. She rolled her hips and cried out.

He raised his head slightly and looked down as he moved his finger. “You taste so good.”

“Do I?” she breathed.

“Oh yes,” he said and licked his lips.

“Then go for seconds,” she whimpered.

John laughed and went to work again, taking his finger out and slowly sliding his tongue in its place.

She inhaled a sharp breath and rolled her hips. “God I love that!”

He laughed softly, thrust his tongue in and out of her, and licked around the outside. She moaned loudly, arching her back. He moved up and flicked her clit again harder. She thrust her hips up and cried out loudly, riding his face.

John licked up her slit with a wide stoke, causing her to shudder. She sat up and grabbed him.

She pulled him close to her face with a hand on the back of his neck and said, “Sit.”

John arched his brows and grinned. He sat down in a chair and she slid off the table to her knees in the floor between his open legs. She made quick work of his jeans, getting them down and she tossed them aside, along with his boxers. She kissed his stomach and licked around his bellybutton, then licked her way down. She licked her lips as she picked him up gently with her hand. She smirked up at him and licked the underside of his head. He inhaled a sharp breath and put a hand on her head.

She swatted it away and shook her head. She licked it again and enveloped it in her mouth. She starting sucking softly and slowly worked her way down until she had him almost completely in her mouth. She relaxed her throat and worked more of him in, burying her nose in his pubic bone. John groaned loudly and his head rolled back, sitting there completely lax as she slowly moved up and down on his shaft. She softly hummed and moved. He went stiff, clenching his fists.

“Fuck, baby!” he cried out.

She giggled around him and started moving faster and humming louder. With her other hand, she reached up and cupped his sac. She gently massaged it and kept going.

“Stop!” John called out.

She lifted off him and looked at him confused. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“No!” he said. “I want you to sit on me.”

“Ah,” she smiled and got up. She climbed into his lap, facing him and using the foot bars on the chair, she lifted up. He positioned himself and she slowly lowered herself on him. He groaned loudly, wrapping his arms around her waist. Using the bars, she started moving her body up and down on him slowly.

“Fuck this,” he ground out and lifted her up. Moving so quickly she could not think, he had her turned around on the table and thrusting her from behind. She lifted up on her hands and panted with each thrust.

“Harder, baby, harder!” she called out.

He thrust harder and faster with each push. “Like that, baby?”

“Fuck yes,” she said between clenched teeth. “Fuck that’s good. More! More!”

“I’m not going to last much longer,” he growled.

“Don’t stop!” she moaned. “I’m going to...I’m going to..” she cried out, tossing her head back and her eyes rolling back.

Her walls clenched around him and he groaned loudly. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her shoulder.

“God, baby, I love you,” he panted in her ear.

“I love you too,” she whimpered.

He sat down in the chair, taking her with him and setting her in his lap. She smiled at him and touched her forehead to his. He smiled back and softly kissed her.

“So…what did I do?” he asked.

She blinked slowly. “Um… I don’t remember.”

John laughed and pulled her close. “God I love you! You drive me crazy as hell, but I love you and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

She grinned. “Really?”

“Really,” he said and kissed her again. Her arms went around his neck and he buried his face in her collarbone, holding her tightly to him.

~§~The End~§~