She Didn't Have Time

Lean on Me

(Y/N) didn't have a chance to process what he'd said before his lips were on hers, absolutely melting her with his kiss. This kiss was so much more than just a kiss. She could feel it in the way his lips moved on hers, the way his thumb stroked her cheek. She smiles against his lips and moves to straddle him, slipping slightly in the puddle of water under him from the sink. He pulls back from the kiss with a soft laugh and helps her settle in his lap. "Careful, darlin'. The floors still wet." She gives him a seductive grin and begins unbuttoning his shirt and then his jeans. "It's not the only thing that's wet." John chuckles and slides his hand up under her dress and tugs her panties, feeling the material rip under his grip before sliding his fingers through her folds, giving her that seductive look of his. Her hands run over his now bare chest and stomach, working his belt open and unzipping his jeans as he moves to sit up, his back against the kitchen cabinet. She lowers herself down onto his hard length, moaning as his large hands pull down the top of her dress, letting her breasts fall free of the material as he captures one hard nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling at it. She rakes her nails softly over his chest as she begins to move on him, slowly riding him, her eyes locked on him as he sucks at her breast, his hips moving upward to meet her slow movements. They'd made love in various ways, almost every room in her little house, but something about this moment, here in a puddle of water from her kitchen sink, on the chipped and scratched wood flooring of her kitchen, seemed different. She felt more connected to him, felt the emotions flowing between them as they moved together, her chested pressed to his, his face buried in her neck as she nips and sucks at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. She tugs at his hair, pulling him to her for a deep kiss, her eyes locked with his, all of the emotion she couldn't say, didn't want to voice swimming in her eyes. The love between them was tangible even if neither would admit it. His large hand cups her face, his thumb brushing over cheek and thin her bottom lip as he whispers her name. Just like that, she was lost, wrapping her arms rightly around his neck, her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck as she comes undone around him, moaning his name against his lips as he comes with her. They both slow, neither releasing their hold on the other as they sit there, simply enjoying being in each other's arms, his length still buried inside of her as they run their hands over each other's bodies, enjoying the soft sweet moment as they catch their breath. She slowly pulls back and kisses his lips softly before rolling off of him and reaching over, opening the fridge and pulling out a water for each of them without getting up, cuddling up with him and laying her head on his chest as she sips the water. "So...I have your heart, huh?" She asks with a smirk, finally addressing what he'd said earlier. 

John stiffens slightly and looks down at her and lets out a soft sigh, kissing the top of her head and rubbing her hip softly. He had hoped she hadn't heard that. She looks up at him and smiles, rubbing his chest. "It's alright, John. I know what we agreed, but I have to admit I feel the same way." She says softly, surprised at herself for admitting that. She had sworn to herself that she wouldn't fall in love again. It was too dangerous for her and her daughter, but here she was, wrapped in John's arms admitting that she was falling in love with him. She cups his cheek and kisses him softly, a shy smile on her face. "So...what do we do from here?" She asks softly, gasping softly as John cups her cheek and pulls her in for a slow, breathtaking kiss. John smirks and stands up, picking her up in his arms and carries her to the bedroom. 'Right now? Bedroom, darlin'." He chuckles and lays her on the bed, stripping her dress off of him and gripping her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the bed and kneeling on the floor as she sits up to watch him. He knew that she loved his back and shoulders, so with a smirk against her thigh, he shrugs off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor as he licks his way from one thigh, across the top of her soft mound to the other, nipping softly. Her hands found their way to his hair, holding him close, watching as he grips her thighs, his shoulders and back flexing as he does. Her head tilts back as he finally moves to her soft mound, licking and sucking softly at her folds and clit, her body shaking softly as he devours her. John made her feel like she was the absolute most beautiful, desirable woman on the face of the Earth every time they were together. She moans his name as she feels one of his hands leave her thigh and his thick fingers slide inside of her, crooking and finding that perfect spot inside of her effortlessly. Her fingers tightening in his hair, tugging softly as she rocks into him, her eyes squeezed shut as she comes for him again only to have him continue working her over and over again into a fever pitch. Her legs were shaking, her breath hitching, hands tight in his hair when she finally comes for a third time that day, screaming his name, the sound bouncing off of the walls. With a heavy, contented sigh, she flops back onto the bed, her eyes closed as her chest rises and falls heavily, trying to catch her breath as he crawls onto the bed with her and wraps her in his arms, kissing her softly. "Rest, darlin'. Then I'm taking you out like I promised. Just you and me." He smiles and kisses her forehead, pulling the  blanket over them both. For the first time in over 20 years he was actually looking forward to the future, anxious to see how things go with (Y/N) and him.