"Would you stop that?" It comes out more as a groan than an actual coherent sentence.
"No." Sliding down he starts nuzzling as well, pushing apart her legs and sucking lightly on the sensitive skin.
She slides her fingers through the top of his unruly hair and grabs a clump of it in her fist as he hits a particularly delicious spot. �Oh, yeah, right there.� He loves it when she talks during sex, and he especially loves it when she gives in after he works so hard to get her to this point.
He speeds up his movements ever so slightly as she arches to meet his mouth. No hesitant waif here. No, this is Elizabeth Weir and she knows what she wants. And she wants him.
Using her hold on his hair as leverage, she guides him to the places she needs him most. Grunts, sighs, touches, and groans are the modes of communication as she holds onto the sides of his head and comes hard.
John lets her come down a little before he rolls over to his side and strips off his shirt. The shoes are next and followed, finally, by his pants. He barely has time to throw them to the side before her hands are on him, stroking, caressing until his erection tents his underwear and if she doesn't do something soon he's going to have to take matters into his own hands.
Liz rearranges herself so she's lying flat on her stomach, upper body propped up by her elbows as he rises to his knees in front of her. Managing to take off his underwear just in time he looks at her with nothing but admiration and, some would say, the beginning tendrils of something much deeper.
She grabs him by the base of his cock and brings him to eye level and licking her lips, takes him into her mouth. His head practically flies back as it's his turn to bury his hand in her hair. John can�t help but thrust slightly as she expertly brings him nearly to the point of rapture.
�Oh, shit, Liz..faster.� She looks up at him and starts bobbing her head faster and using all her strength to draw out his pleasure. �Yeah, that�s it, baby. Ahhhh!�
Not wanting to have it over too soon, he withdraws and slides her around so her ass is facing him, high and oh so gorgeous. Rubbing himself down and between her legs, his right hand grabs her hip as he grinds himself into her. This is so much better than playing Toy Soldiers.
John reaches over into his bag he keeps near and takesk out a condom. Wanting to experience as much of this woman as possible, he thinks about foregoing using one, but safety's first. Breaking open the package, John slips it on and, feeling a bit bolder, teases her opening. An idea comes to him.
�Hey, lean your body onto the bench.� Knowing immediately what he means, she crawls the short distance to the bench and props her upper body onto it. Her back naturally arches as she lets gravity bring her down. She looks over her shoulder at him expectantly and he is powerless to stop himself.
Placing a hand on her hip once more he finds what he�s searching for and slowly slides into her. They both gasp sharply as he waits as she adjusts to his invasion. And then he begins to move. His hands take flesh in their palms and holds on as he thrusts heavily into her.
�God, do you know how much I wanted to fuck you during the meeting this morning?� He leans in and whispers harshly into her ear. � Hmmm? How much I wanted to fuck you from behind like I�m doing right now?� Thrust.
�I don�t give a shit what you wanted to do this morning John, but if you dare stop what you are doing now I will see that you are, Oh God!, thrown into the ocean. Now shut up and fuck me before I have to do exactly that.� Always the one in charge. He likes that. A lot.
Moving his hands from her ass to her breasts he begins pounding mercilessly into her. Her gasps are the only thing he can hear over the blood rushing in his ears, and he can feel himself getting close.
�Fuck! I�m going to come. Ahhhh!� He pulls out, and stripping off the protection, uses his hand for the last few strokes, and comes onto the small of her back, choking back screams as he empties himself.
His movements slow and eventually stop then collapses as all his strength flows out of him, and he dips his head onto the middle of her back. Slowly pulling away, he searches for a towel to help clean them up. Soon they are dressed and hitting the button for the ramp they walk slowly down it, looking as if nothing had ever happened.
They almost get to her office before he looks over at her and says, �You�re right, Puddle Jumpers really don�t sway.�