Spencer After noon, she turned over in bed to reach for John only to discover he wasn’t there beside her, remembering at once that it wasn’t morning and she wasn’t waking just like any other time.  This had been different.  This had been of John’s design.  Instantly a tired smile took her features as she slowly lured herself up from where she laid.  Not usually one to sleep well without him, nor was she one to like waking alone, but this time it was quite alright with her as she knew what awaited her downstairs.  In a t-shirt and her short shorts, she drew her hair up in a high ponytail to the back of her head, looping it through and allowing the mess to remain a mess, only slightly organized now as she made her way down the hall, peeking into the boys’ rooms to find out if either of them were down for their naps.  She’d been out for nearly six hours, far longer than she thought a nap to take, but fully rested which was sure to please her husband.  As she rounded the base of the stairs, her eyes were already taking a quick sweep to locate the trio of trouble who had the run of the house all morning.

John Finally having caught a bit of rest in between Paw Patrol, John might have been the one dipping out first only to be awoken briefly by River’s excited laughter and clapping but as John went out Rhys would do the same. Held on his chest, head turned against his father’s chest plate as one arm supported the back of him. Hand sprawled as if he’d go anywhere while his other arm was drawn out to the rest of the side of the couch where River laid. Cheek pressed to John’s bicep and out just as quickly. All three out to the world as last he had been awake, his wife had been asleep. Now it was his time to play catch up even if only briefly in this moment.

Spencer As she rounded the base of the stairs, beyond excited to see the three of them, she found them, passed out on the sofa in about the sweetest position that accurately described John as even in his sleep, he was protecting those boys.  She knew if she touched either of the boys to move them to their beds that it would wake John, which was something she didn’t want to do, yet at the same time, she wanted to help take some of the load off the man who had been at it far longer than she’d intended leaving him for.  Deciding to leave them as they were for the moment, she went into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, leaning against the counter simply watching the three of them sleep as she waited for the coffee to brew.

John The sleep would only be so light in this position as anytime Rhys would move or lift his head, he was up. The same with River as he held to his arm. A steady pool of slobber seeming to coat him in every angle but his own mouth. It was that kind of light sleep that would keep him able to look after the two. In only a few minutes time, Rhys had given up a yawn. Even that slight movement causing John to tiredly open his eyes. Unaware that he was being watched as he glanced down towards the boy concluding that yawn and settling back into place which would allow him to close his own eyes and get back to it if only for the moment.

Spencer As the coffee finished, Spencer was too intently watching John tend to Rhys at the slightest stir, not entirely sure how he could manage sleeping like this, maintaining full control, without passing out.  He was amazing and there was no changing her mind in the matter.  Coming around from the kitchen, she leaned in, her hands gently taking to Rhys’ sides as she whispered softly to John.  “Hey, I’ve got him,” she assured, doing her best not to startle the man, only willing to relieve him of Rhys and take him upstairs to his bed so that John could do the same should he want some actual rest.  When he opened his eyes, he’d find his wife as well rested as he’d ever seen her, perhaps the last time being sometime before her last trimester of pregnancy, a few hours of uninterrupted sleep wearing well on the woman.

John As he closed his eyes, he heard the voice of the woman a moment later as he opened up again. Watching her take to Rhys as his hand slipped from his back though he had been just fine and stuck there regardless. Not bothering to complain. He’d give up a yawn of his own though silently this time to not disturb River on his own. Pressing his head back into the couch where his eyes were closing once again showing he wasn’t too horribly startled by it all.

Spencer Securing Rhys against her, quite pleased that she hadn’t startled John as that could have turned bad in a quick moment, she drew back, holding the boy to her chest as she made her way to the stairs.  A few moments later, she was at the top of the stairs and in Rhys’ room, laying him down in his crib where she’d stand over him, rubbing his back softly to assure she hadn’t woken him in the transition.  Once she was sure he was still asleep, she made her way back downstairs to do the same with River, relieving John entirely so that he could check out for a while.  “Why don’t you go upstairs and lay down?” she suggested as she drew her hands under River, attempting to move him without waking him as she had been able to manage with Rhys.

John Hearing her voice once more as she drew at River now, not so sure she’d manage given his position. He’d grumble his response as he was just fine with River there as he had been fine with Rhys there despite he wouldn’t be getting a deep sleep with either of them there and his defenses on high. Not expecting the woman to know that even though she had experienced it first hand with just that little yawn, he’d tilt his head to the side and settle back in.

Spencer She wouldn’t push the man any further to go upstairs, understanding that sometimes a nap on the sofa could be just as fulfilling, only wanting to give him a bit of the opportunity that he had given to her.  Lifting River up, she’d have to lean him back against her chest, turning him around a moment later where he’d fuss against her.  “Hey, you’re alright,” she assured, whispering to the boy as she headed for the stairs, having a feeling this one might have been a bit more challenging.  Once she was up in his room, she did just as she had with Rhys, remaining for a moment before she’d slip out of the door, assuring both boys were asleep in their beds with one more check from her before she was heading back downstairs.  Forgetting about her coffee entirely, she went to the sofa where John slept in that awkward position, taking a seat off to the other side of the sofa before one hand was reaching out for his, tugging softly against the man as she encouraged him there to her own lap.

John Remaining in nearly that same position as he had without the boys, fingertips touching the floor by the time the woman was returning and again against him. His eyes drowsily opening if only briefly as he moved in her direction and got his head into lap at her willing. Nudging himself further against her where he’d get himself a nice little spot before he got comfortable and slipped out once again. One hand finding her knee as she became a human pillow in that moment.

Spencer Offering him that space against her, if there was one thing she knew, the both of them slept better with one another.  Her fingertips drew to the side of his face, gently stroking against him, she leaned her own head back.  Not tired, just relaxed, enjoying the fact that she might be able to give a little bit of that back to him.  Slowly shifting that hand to his shoulder, finding a comfortable place to rest her own hand against him, her thumb stroked softly to the man’s arm through the fabric of his shirt.

John He was out to the world for every bit of about a half hour before he’d even show signs of life within her lap. Hand tightening gently at her knee before a shift of his breathing suggesting he was waking up. Eyes opening a few moments later as he glanced up towards her as if briefly confused as to how he had gotten from the couch to her lap with no prior memory of it but there he was and attempting to make sense of it before a heavy hand would find his face.

Spencer Feeling the tension in his hand gripping her, she hadn’t realized she’d dozed off in that time as well.  The man’s breathing being enough to lure her back to sleep.  The grasp of his hand to her knee was enough to draw her out of that light slumber, as though she’d never been in it in the first place.  As he wiped his hand there over his face, the confusion was evident, yet she wouldn’t bombard him with information.  Instead, giving him that time to wake up as her hand softly smoothed over the curve of his shoulder.  

John “Mmm…” he would hum as he saw her having faded off as well which had him lifting from her lap. Drawing back as he laid on his side to the couch before he was reaching for her. Guiding her to find a place beside him as the both could nap now within one another’s grasp as he definitely had not gotten his fill of both that nap and his ability to hold his wife.

Spencer Feeling him shifting there, she thought he was waking up, but instead felt him luring her there with him a moment later.  A soft smile stole her lips as she easily went with him as he’d suggested silently, easily able to go with most anything he wanted or needed, often times without the need to say a single word.  Knowing there would be more room in their bed for this than there was on the sofa, she wouldn’t dare suggest it as the closeness the sofa provided them with was simply unachievable in the bed as the space would forever require them to spread out a bit.  Here, closeness was required, and for that she would lay with him.  Half tempted to turn her back to him, to allow that full press of their bodies close to one another, she instead opted to face him, to allow her face to rest against his arm, to drape her leg over his, to meet the form of his body with her own.

John Having a different suggestion for this nap already quite contrary to what she had suggested in the first place. He felt her pressing into his arm as his on slipped around her and his head slipped into the couch. Eyes closing once again as he felt her drawing into him and was embraced into the sort of comfort that only she could provide. Yet, still, his sleep would never entirely too deep with these key people around him as he was constantly at the ready and go. Yet, it would be the best he could hope for in these moments thus he was happy for a bit more to refuel the tank.

Spencer She wrapped herself around him as best as she could in the confined space, quite liking the fact that it reinforced the intimacy they were always within in some way or another.  As his eyes closed once again, not managing to be open for too terribly long to begin with, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips before she was burying her face there into his chest, letting her own eyes close again where she’d give into the little nap that had stolen her minutes before.  There was no way she was tired, not after the sleep she’d gotten that morning that was too long to be considered a nap, but something about being close to him would always draw up either arousal or relaxation, and this time proved to be continuing that which he’d started in her that morning by way of relaxing.  

John Giving it about 20 minutes time, the man was back up and at him where he’d roll gently back. Yawning to himself as his arms would stretch. Eyes opening long enough to catch the sight of her before she’d inevitably wake up from that light nap that the two of them had hoped to. Smirking softly to himself at how those plans had changed so suddenly. The true mark of parenthood.

Spencer The movement of the man would be enough to draw her own eyes to open, finding that smirk there before anything else.  A soft smile stole her features as she let her eyes close again, giving herself a moment to wake up, knowing well that this was not what either of them had planned for the time while the boys slept, yet it had been fulfilling just the same.  “Hey you,” she whispered, her hand finding his side with a firm grip.  “Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, her eyes opening to challenge the shift he’d made.

John Hearing her speak as his arms stretched over his head, giving up another yawn as way of explanation before he’d stretch his long limbs. Hearing her question before his eyes would reopen and return to hers. “I didn’t want to yawn in your face.” he reminded her, voice rougher than usual even if that was saying something as he felt her hand to his side and that grip she always seemed to keep on him.

Spencer A hum passed her lips by way of response as she understood that which he’d guard her from, only proving to further that smile to her lips that exposed the whites of her teeth.  “Such a gentleman,” she whispered, using that grip of her hand against him to guide him back within the confines of her hold once more, already missing the pressure of his body there to her own.  “I don’t think I was done with you yet,” she confessed by way of complaint.

John Allowing her guidance as if the man was not tall, he might have been rather petite given his stature as he was long before he was wide. Pulling back into her all the same as he heard her complaint and he shook his head. “Yet.” he specified, showing that one day in this capacity that she might just be as he’d prop his head up against his hand. Elbow to the couch.

Spencer “Never,” she assured as he well knew it, prompting a soft smirk from the woman as he knew it to be a figure of speech and not nearly accurate.  As he propped up against his own hand instead of drawing into her, she groaned her displeasure with it, drawing her leg there over him anyway as her hand found the side of his face.  “Probably got at least another twenty minutes before one of the boys wakes up…” she gathered, estimating how long they’d been out for already.  “Wanna make out?” she teased, as though it would ever be so simple and as if either of them held an ounce of will power to stop there.  “I’ll let you get to third base,” she continued, sweetening the deal.

John Smirking as she drew into him instead, hearing her gather her time as he’d give in finally and allow her the closeness she desired. Hearing her question, his brow would cock as he was pretty sure he hadn’t heard that one in 10 plus years. He hummed low at her making it even better as his hand would find her midback. “What exactly is ‘third base?’” he asked curiously, not quite familiar with it from one step to the other. “Isn’t second like…heavy petting?”

Spencer As he drew into her finally, she met his eyes and the sight of that smirk.  “Well, first base is kissing.  Second base is up the shirt.  So I think third is down the pants, up the shirt, and kissing?” she reasoned, not entirely sure she remembered what it was, but it sounded good just the same.  “So whataya say?” she teased, stealing a kiss to his lips once more as if she were trying to convince him.  “We can take it one base at a time and if at any point you don’t feel comfortable, we can stop.  And I won’t tell anyone.  Promise.”  Teasing him still, she was a little too into playing with the man, a sign that the woman was well rested if nothing else.

John “Mmm…” still not sure if that was what it was but not knowing any different regardless as he pressed his lips back to hers. Hearing her assure him and smiling low at her promise. “Just remember, I’m saving myself for marriage.” he warned as he’d lean in. Pressing his lips back to hers however briefly to attempt to incite that reaction out of her that he knew was brewing somewhere underneath.

Spencer His reminder to her lips would prompt a laugh from the woman, breaking the sanctity of that kiss as she couldn’t possibly sustain it under such conditions.  “Is that so?” she asked, playing along with a game that had started out as her own and somehow fallen into his control.  “My best friend told me if you use a condom and there’s no flesh to flesh contact, then it’s not actually sex,” she lied, something that actually had been told to her at one point in time a million years ago.  “But yeah, I’m good with not going all the way this time.  If you knock me up, I can’t cheer anymore, so it’s better this way,” she continued on, quite liking the idea of meeting him a decade or more sooner as all of those firsts would have belonged to the one they should have all along, never quite getting over that pregnancy revelation that she’d met him too late in life.  

John “It’s not.” he assured her, agreeing with this friend of hers as it sounded like just the kind of lie he would have tried to spin once. Hearing her continue, he had to laugh. “Yeah, the cheerleaders don’t fuck the guys like me anyway.” he reminded her, as in this scenario he was so damn far out of her league. More than usual as she had no reason to like him now but had even less of a reason then. Finding peace in the fact that at any other time, should they have not been forced together, it simply would not have happened.

Spencer “Then the other cheerleaders are idiots because I happen to be in love with you and they just don’t know a good man when they see one,” she reminded him, drawing into his kiss once again, pressing her lips firmly against his own.  With one hand finding the side of his neck, her smile was easily felt there against his lips.  The leg that she’d drawn over his legs lifted to his hip, bringing herself in closer to him.  With a soft hum there to her lips, her kiss intensifying by the moment as she’d stated her feelings for the man as she knew them to be as well as how she thought they would’ve been then as well had the two met under different circumstances, assured in her own mind that no matter what, he was her soulmate, and they would have found themselves in this space one way or another.

John The suggestion that he was a good man could be disputed by many. Much less him. Feeling her take into him with that leg over his hip. Hand slipping up to cradle her jaw as he’d press back into her as he allowed her to think what she wanted by this point. Learning there was no attempt to tell her any different that would succeed now as he’d lean back into her embrace seemingly content with the suggestion that the two could exist in any other platform in any other space or time.

Spencer As he reciprocated her affections, she felt his hand there to her jaw, possessing her as his own just beyond her confession of being in love with him.  Even if they were just playing around, that much was true and would continue to be true through any time or space they existed within.  She easily felt as though she were one half of him and he the other, attempting to find one another through a life apart.  Only once the two were together could they be complete as they were to this day.  As he drew into her, she drew still into him, her lips pressing firmly to his as she tightened her hold on him by way of her leg wrapping around him.  The hand at his neck shifted to give up a full hold of her arm around him, securing him to her, not allowing him to escape should he want to, as though she could actually hold this man down, though they both knew she didn’t stand a chance.

John He’d certainly let her think he could be captured as he held easily enough to her and allowed her to do the same as if there was anywhere else he’d want to be. The early days of his relationship and even her pregnancy proof of the fact that the two could lock themselves away and be perfectly content with one another. Nothing would change here should they ever have the capacity once more for that and these little moments had to prove it as his arm swept her midback.

Spencer Feeling his hold around her matching that which she offered to him, she held him firmly as her lips passed there over his.  A mental image of a teenage girl in a cheerleading uniform and a boy in a cut that was a little too big for him flashed through her mind, unable to not think of what they might have been like then should the stars have aligned a little sooner for the two.  The thought alone brought a smirk to her lips as she slowly sealed the kiss to his lips.  “I probably have that cheer skirt upstairs in a box in the closet,” she teased, as if they could make such things come true, though she wasn’t entirely sure she could still get her ass into it, yet somehow figuring there was no way he was going to let go of her to find out.

John As he heard her teasing, he shook his head gently at her. "I don't think so." Acting as if he simply was not into it, his lips would tighten. "You've obviously kept it for a reason. Because you want to keep it. I'd hate to defile it. I hear cum stains are pretty hard to get out of some fabric." He challenged, showing his hand as his eyes found hers.

Spencer It was all too tempting for her to get up and go get that skirt, more than willing to sacrifice it to him, but it would mean leaving him at the same time, ultimately deciding it could wait for another time in another place where the two would have far more time to enjoy it than they would here.  Nodding her head softly, she agreed as though it was his words that had talked her out of it.  Leaning back in to press her lips to his, her hand venturing there between them to find the protrusion in his shorts.  Her hand formed over him as her lips did the same, both with equal intensity as she made that first move that would test the limits on if the two could actually just make out or if they’d lack the control to throw on the brakes.

John Pressing his lips to hers, the man would hum at her lips as if he was surprised as he felt the cup of her hand seeking him. Knowing she knew better as it never took much to get him going. "Cheater." He uttered to her lips as this had to be far past third base and if it wasn't then it explained why he don't know what it was. Teeth finding her bottom lip in return, a nip at her to get even.

Spencer Hearing that word to his lips, she smirked as she knew she had him. Feeling his bite to her lower tier, a soft whine to follow. Shifting her hand to grind lightly against him, the feeling of him beneath her hand drawing a breath at her lips as she focused into that kiss entirely.

John As she got the reaction they both knew she'd be getting against the grind of her hand in no time flat. His body reacting to her each time without fail as he couldn't recall a time not being painfully hard for the woman. Lips pressing firmly back to hers as he kept up with the previous plans she had corrupted with his tongue teasing the part of her lips.

Spencer As his tongue took to the part of her lips, she’d give up that space willingly as her own jaw lowered to allow her tongue to pass through to meet his there, stealing his taste where he might’ve been in search of her own.  Quickies had been their specialty as of late, sometimes to their dismay and sometimes to their own excitement, though this time there was no way she should have been interested considering that which they had done that morning.  Her thighs still aching along with the residual damage that would reside against her wrists for the next few days, yet there she was all over again.  

John As she persisted, he knew where they were at with this. While he had no clue how she could want him after the morning they had, there was never a question for him. Swearing he ran on the impulse to get what he could before she changed her mind as he'd pull her closer on top of him with that free hand hooking her thigh. Guiding her on top of him as he slipped onto his back.

Spencer With a slight shift there between them, her tongue smoothed over his, attempting to retain that kiss even through the transition as he moved her without any effort on her own part.  Slipping her hand out from between them, now able to use her own hips against his to apply that pressure to the man, shifting her hips there, she whined into the confines of his mouth, already feeling the pressure getting to her.  Drawing back from the kiss, she met her eyes as she took a deep breath, drawing her own lower lip between her teeth as she came to realize that she couldn’t.  Leaning back into him, she pressed her lips to the side of his neck, trailing her kisses up to his ear.  “I don’t think I can,” she confessed, words she never thought she’d say though she still ached from that morning.  Now that she felt him getting hard there beneath her, she wouldn’t let him remain that way, nor would she allow him to take care of it himself.  “Let me taste you instead?”

John “Ohhhhh." Literally amazed he had never thought to hear those words from his wife, giving up a louder than usual laugh. Feeling her at his neck. "Did my wife just say she can't? Oh my god." Pressing his lips to her shoulder where he was quite impressed with himself for getting her that good earlier. "Do whatever you want." He stated simply as his hands found her sides, knowing she wasn't the type to start something and leave him there. "Spencer James just said she can't." He repeated out loud to himself with a quick smirk.

Spencer “John, c’mon now…” she complained there against his neck, hearing him go on and on with this one as she seemed to know she wouldn’t be living it down.  Biting against his neck as he through her name in to it as though it were an announcement of sorts, she bit against him without restraint.  “Fine.  You know what?  I can.  I can and I fucking will just so that you can’t ever say that I couldn’t,” she declared, sitting up over him where her hands were at her own t-shirt, lifting it up and over her head where he’d find his wife braless beneath, leaving her in nothing but those booty shorts of hers.  “And when I can’t walk for the rest of the day, you can carry me where I need to go.”  Bratting it up with the man after he’d made fun of her, she’d dish it right back to him without hesitation.

John “No, you won't." Laughing to himself as she worked at her shirt which had him sitting up, his arms slipping around her as he took to her like a moth to the flame like usual as he pressed his lips to her chest. "It's fine...just know that I'll have to go tell the Mint and they'll stamp out some commemorative quarters..." taking it a step further, he didn't want her hurting or pushing herself. "Seriously though." Managing to at least try to get serious. "It's fine." He assured her as he met her eyes.

Spencer As he took it a step further, she grumbled her response there as she felt him lifting up to sit before her, his lips taking to her instantly.  Not sure how it was that he wanted her again already, yet knowing all at the same time as she felt exactly the same.  Her hands found the back of his neck and head, her fingers smoothing through his hair as she held him there against her.  Her eyes found his as he looked up to meet hers where he’d find that determined look in her eyes that he had put there.  “I want to fuck my husband,” she explained, though they both knew it was liable to break the woman after everything that morning.  “No commemorative anything aside from marks,” she assured, refusing to let it be said that there was ever a day when she couldn’t physically fuck the man.  

John "I'll give you something else." He promised, putting his foot down here as he pressed his lips gently to hers. "But I'm not going to hurt you. Bad for business." He reminded her, as it might just save them down the line. They had already gotten a notch for the day. Giving her a reassuring squeeze against her hips. He'd steal her waist, turning them around to place her on her back to get the upper hand here.

Spencer Attempting to be stern there, it would do no good as the man’s concern for her outweighed her own stubbornness on the matter.  As his hands gripped her waist, reversing their roles instantly, he took her by surprise as he so easily moved the woman from one place to the next.  A pout there to her lips as her brat mode was in full effect, eyes looking up to him to back up her pleas.  “I like getting hurt by you,” she confessed easily, a smirk there to her lips as he knew it to be true.

John "Nope." Not having any of it as his hands drew to her shorts. "I need you in good working condition for a long time to come." He reminded her as his lips found her chest, drawing down at her bottoms. "Or cum." He'd correct himself, lips turning down the center of her chest as he prepared his trail. Hand finding his own bottoms to guide them down. Illustrating his intent here for while he was helping her.

Spencer As her own shorts were removed, she couldn’t help the smirk at her lips at his correction, not entirely sure why he was taking off her shorts if he wasn’t to let her fuck him or him to fuck her.  Regardless, no fucking was happening and the woman was confused.  As he lowered his own shorts, his lips passing down her chest, her hand found the back of his neck as she read it entirely wrong.  “So you’re just saying no fucking but then we’re fucking, right?” she asked, eyes lifting as that smirk remained.

John "No, we're not." He clarified as she found the back of his neck, not sure what had given her such an idea as he lures himself down her stomach further. Only as he was drawing down her panties did he begin to understand where he'd shake his head. "No, that was so I can grip it while I work on you." He clarified nonchalantly.

Spencer Hearing him say there was no fucking happening there, she still wasn’t sure she understood.  For a moment, she thought perhaps he would be taking a position over her, allowing her to taste of him while he did the same for her, but as he continued making that path down her abdomen, clarifying his intentions, he’d find his wife sitting straight up over him, shaking her head.  “No.  No way.  That is /mine/.”  Leaving no room for doubt on where she stood on the matter, he knew better, just as she did, her hand tightening to the back of his neck.  “Don’t you touch it, John.”

John Watching as she'd sit up, it still wouldn't stop him much even as he felt her at his neck. Anticipating that response as his lips found her inner knee, guiding down her panties before navigating up to her inner thigh. Saying nothing on the manner as his lips pressed firm and lasting kisses to the flesh of her inner leg as his gentleness directly contradicted himself earlier.

Spencer As he said nothing in return, nor did he alter his path there at all, he’d hear her whine as her eyes were carefully watching where his hand was.  Feeling him there to her inner thigh, she released a heavy sigh as he was taking them to a place that she wasn’t going to be able to come back from easily.  Weakening her with his gentle approach, feeling herself drawn back by her own force there as she had no choice but to give in to the man in this manner.  “Please don’t, John,” she asked of him, not able to handle the man helping himself any more than he’d allow her to help herself.  “I think you should turn around and let me help you,” she suggested, not often doing so from the position she was presently in, but determined that if he wasn’t going to fuck her pussy then he could fuck her mouth, but there was no way in hell she was going to lay back and let him fuck his own grip.

John Hearing her suggestion as him being on top of her in such a manner would hardly work and she had to know it. His eyes flickering up to hers. "I won't touch it. I'll keep my hands right here." He resolved, grip at the sides of her thighs, already lowering hips to the couch for that pressure and a bit of relief as his lips trailed further up her inner thigh.

Spencer The idea of him gripping himself brought forth a power in the woman like no other should she need to stop him.  He’d seen it before and just how badly she hated it, something she knew the man understood well.  As he brought his hands to the sides of her thighs, promising to keep them there, she would have no choice but to trust the man, yet if he broke that promise, she’d be doing the same thing to him later on.  As she felt his lips traveling up her inner thigh, her core tightened at the sheer proximity of the man to her anatomy.  Knowing her suggestion would actually work, as well as give him control over the depth he took in her mouth, she bit at her lower lip as though to sate the need for that oral fixation as well as her desire to please him while he did that which he was setting forth to do for her.  “I want you in my fucking mouth,” she complained, clearly leaving her submission upstairs from earlier that morning as she’d make no secret of where she wanted him just as she’d expect him to make a demand of her should he want something bad enough.  

John Hearing her complaint, his eyes drew to the woman. Simply giving her the look as he finally drew up with a sigh. "Your funeral." He reminded her as he'd wind up drawing entirely too deep within her mouth as he leaned up. Drawing down his shorts and boxers all together as he readied himself for that stance.

Spencer Watching as he stood up, lowering his pants and boxers to the floor, she made her way down the sofa a bit to allow him more room to manage there over her.  A smirk taking her lips as she felt as though she’d won this one and made sure that his hand would be no where near his cock, she reached out to wrap her hand around him, stroking his length in promise of what her mouth would soon provide.  Quite liking the idea of trusting him with this as it took ultimate trust on her part to know that the man would raise his hips if she gagged too hard or too many times.  

John Feeling her hand find him, reassuring him like he had any doubts to begin with as his knees would find the couch above her head. Seeing if she could pull off that touch for now as he was leaning down and dragging down her panties. Lips finding her pubic bone as he remained elevated just enough where he was hers if she wanted him but for now it would require a lift of her head until his hips pushed forward.

Spence As he took his place over her, her hand never left him, stroking at his length as he removed her panties, allowing them to fall off her legs at the end of the sofa.  Feeling his lips find her pubic bone, she knew he was in his position entirely, only able to wonder if he’d be able to sustain it as she parted her lips at the head of his cock.  Taking her time there with him just as he would had he been pressing into her, she kept a slow, careful lift of her own head to take him into the warm confines of her mouth.

John Feeling her lift to find him, he’d exhale hotly to her skin before his tongue was parting her. Rolling smoothly over her heated sex with the thick muscle of his tongue. Remaining patient, just as she did with her mouth around him as the woman always felt entirely too good in this capacity. Tongue passing over the bead of her as he focused in on it knowing he’d get the absolute most reaction from her just there.

Spence The first sweeping of his tongue over her was met with the draw of her knees upwards, parting to allow him there, yet a true reaction nonetheless.  Continuing to take him slowly within her mouth, she felt him focus in against her clit, drawing a whine from her lips there against his length as her hand stroked that which she could not take within her, releasing a heavy breath against the head of his cock, knowing he’d feel every reaction she held in this manner, while forever being faced with the split focus the position would require as it was truly no different in that capacity as when she was over him.

John Humming low as he found the glimpse of her taste, loving it never more in that moment as seemed to rediscover it again and again. Each time like the first time even if previous experience would suggest much different. Her mouth around his cock another rediscovery self all itself as his hands found the sides of her hips and passed down her outer thighs even in that position. Knowing his knees would go weak here initially and push himself further into her mouth yet for now he’d play the part of patient.

Spence With her lips wrapped around him, she lifted up against him, giving him a desired depth, leaving room for leeway there as she knew the man all too well and how easy it may become for him to get carried away here, assuring she could take a bit more than that which she was taking now as it was a silent marking that she’d offer him before she was lowering her head back down just as slowly as she’d taken him within.  Feeling him there at her, there would be no shortage of heavy breaths against him, heated with the fire that resided within her for the man as there was no doubt in the world that she wanted this many in every way possible.  Even with the aching of her body, she’d sacrifice herself to him time and time again as there was no where else that she belonged, belonging solely to him and him alone, just as she knew he did as well.

John Drawing his hips forward as it was only a matter of time as both had predicted and he wanted more of her. His tongue drawing down to her entrance as he smoothed against that area he had occupied only a few hours before. Tongue darting gently within her as his hands firmly gripped at the outsides of her thighs. Another low hum dragged up through the muscle of his tongue as he only wished he could get a look at her in this moment knowing the sight of her would be difficult to resist but also given something just as good if not better.

Spence As his hips lowered against her, she was not in the least bit surprised that upon her withdraw that he’d be in search of more, much to her own pleasure as she was the one who had wanted this.  She wanted him to take her in whatever means was possible at this time and if she couldn’t have him buried within her aching walls, this would easily be the next best thing to her as the woman had a true love for the man’s anatomy no matter how it was that she was getting him.  Humming softly against his length there within her mouth, she felt him dip within her, stealing her taste from the source as both of her hands drew up to grip the man’s ass, encouraging him deeper still.

John Her encouragement was met with nothing but willingness to comply. Trusting those hands of hers to tell him when enough was enough. Tasting those inner walls of hers, he'd draw his attack back and focus at the bead of her clit. Surrounding her utterly with his mouth as his tongue added a textured touch to move over her.  Ever aware of the movement of her mouth as it was a pleasure he'd still never get used to.

Spence Feeling him alter his attention, as it was impossible to miss, he earned a full whine from the woman that would then radiate through the length of his cock.  The position was impossible for her and she knew it, yet she’d suggested it which would remain the mystery.  A part of her loving the idea of stimulating him while he stimulated her, and the other part just clearly hating herself.  Another whine passed her lips before she was drawing her head back from his cock, leaving her hand to make up for that loss as she turned her head to the side, biting against his inner thigh without a second of hesitation.

John Appreciating this position as it always gave him the opportunity to change things up and get her to this point. To take advantage as should the two be on an even playing field, he couldn’t guarantee that she would win. Yet this, this was something different all together as he felt her head turn. Her hand against him as he felt her teeth revisiting his thigh. Knowing he’d wear her dental records for days to come. Taking advantage once more as his tongue firmly swept her and his hands passed up her sides and back down to trace her hips and the curves of her.

Spence It was impossible to feel the man in this capacity and not want to feel all of him deep inside of her.  Still able to feel him there from that morning, it didn’t matter.  John was playing with her, of that she was sure.  Feeling that sweep of his tongue against her, she lifted her hips slightly into that touch, a whine at her lips there against his inner thigh where she pressed a kiss to the pain she’d inflicted.  Turning her head to the side, she rested her cheek against his thigh, her hand continuing to stroke his length with the pressure she imagined her mouth might give, not wanting to get him entirely used to it as her mouth would be back at him again the moment she could remember her own name.