Page 74 of Johnathan

That realization had her eyes jumping to John’s.

“I don’t need to run,” she whispered. “I don’t even think I want to. I just want to be here with you.”

“That’s great, baby.” He pressed his lips to hers, teasing her skin with the tip of his tongue. “I’m so proud of you.”

“If only I could think of another way to get some cardio in before breakfast, though.” She stood next to the bed and let her eyes lazily travel along his body, stopping as she watched his cock jump in his fucking sexy as hell gray sweatpants.

“Stop licking your lips, Abby.”

“Why don’t you come over here and make—” She let out a playful scream as John jumped towards her, landing on the bed and bringing his fingers into her side. Abby laughed until her stomach hurt as he tickled her.

“I surrender… I surrender!” Her sides ached, and she sucked in a breath.

“Good to know my girl is ticklish.” John wiggled his eyebrows as he sat back on his legs. “I wonder if you’re ticklish anywhere else. Maybe right here?”

He leaned over and nipped at the sensitive space right below her ear. A shiver made its way down her spine.

“Hmm. Nope. Not ticklish there,” he whispered into her ear. “Maybe I should try here.”

His tongue traced along her collarbone as her flesh pebbled. She felt him slip his hands under her shirt, the rough pads of hisfingers skimming over her skin. When he touched the skin just under her breast, her back arched off the bed, nearly begging him to touch her nipples.

“Not so ticklish, but very needy,” he crooned.

“Stop teasing.” Her words came out as a plea, and her hands returned the frantic desire as they roamed up his neck and into his hair. She pulled a handful of hair playfully and laughed as he growled. “I really want that bacon, John.”

“Come on then.” He pulled her into his arms and maneuvered them off the bed. His long strides down the hallway were torture as her legs wrapped around his waist and her hips ground against him.

“I think I just realized I was craving something else for breakfast.”

“John!” She squealed as he set her down on the counter. “We shouldn’t do anything in the kitchen!”

“Why not? I’m certainly not doing anything on the couch. Jackson and Grace apparently already christened that. So, we’ll christen the kitchen.”

“Oh my gosh, I don’t think we should…”

His hands were at the hem of her shirt, lifting it off and exposing her body before she could get out another word.

“Spread your legs for me, baby. Let daddy feast.”

“Oh god…” Her breath escaped in a panting moan as he lowered his mouth and licked down her belly. She leaned back, resting her arms on the counter as he kissed down her thigh. His hand gripped her leg and tossed it over his shoulder.

“What a good girl.”

Abby didn’t wait, bringing her other leg up onto his opposite shoulder and shuddering as John blew his breath across her sensitive flesh.

His tongue lapped up her arousal, gifting generous swirls and licks to her clit. Her legs clamped around his head and he hummed in approval, sending shivers down her entire body.

“John…”

“I know baby,” he chuckled. “I’ve got you.”

She let John work between her legs as her fingers tugged and teased her sensitive nipples. The combination had her orgasm pulled out of her at lightning speed.

When she felt steady enough, Abby pushed herself up so she was sitting at the edge of the breakfast bar. She reached her hand between John’s legs and wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroked him root to tip, before her finger traced his thick vein back down towards his body. He closed his eyes, his head tipping back as a moan of pleasure filled the kitchen.

Fuck.

She had to know from the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his hips jolted just how much she drove him wild.

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