John tested their body’s with the trusts, how much heat grow in his belly, or how loud she was getting. He could care less about any thing else right now. While he sat up, his blue eyes peered down at Jade, watching her face and looking for reactions to what she liked best. He really wasn’t naive to a women’s body and how to treat it, but what he knew had never been put into practice, mostly right now he was winging it. It seemed be was doing a good job a few minutes later, with new courage in him he started a new pace, faster and a bit harder.
“M-mistress,” John urged in a moan, he was looking for guidance other then his pace. Each women was different, where did she like it best? Rough or slow…?
Meanwhile, Jade’s mind was blank. She was hardly thinking, simply feeling and focusing on the pressure that pushed against her walls. Each thrust left her feeling full, and every retraction an emptiness begging to be filled. As he started to speed up, as he got more confident, her arms wrapped around his neck, coiled around him now in every perceivable way.
But the questioning tone irritated her. What could he possibly want? Was he already close? If he was, then he’d need to ask; she wasn’t going to do everything for him. Finally she just growled, head next to his ear now, “Just fuck me, John.” It was a command, not quite harsh but most certainly insistent, her hips crashing into his to add a nearly-unnecessary bit of oomph to the matter.