The day had been a good one so far, at least in Jon's opinion. Going to the all-day street festival downtown was one of the better ideas he'd come up with for spending time with Mamie, he thought, though he'd probably never admit that to her. They had been dating for a little over three months and things had grown steadily between them from the start.
Friendship developed first, then innocent flirting that they both seemed to love, and then came that first date. He'd done everything wrong that he could, from spilling his drink all over their dinner table to slipping and falling as they walked out the door, but she didn't seem to care.
Of course, the fact that he'd made a big joke out of it, acting like a total goof, probably helped ease both of their nerves. More dates followed and soon they were a couple in every sense of the word, pretty much inseparable when their schedules allowed it. They clicked in the intimacy department too, both being somewhat insatiable and always having their hands all over each other. He had to admit, they had a good thing going.
"Hey! Helloooooo. Anyone home in there?"
The rap of knuckles against his forehead drew Jon back to the present and he scowled at Mamie, his fingers lightly rubbing the spot on his skin that tingled from her contact.
"Hey yourself. That hurt, woman. Don't you have better things to do then beat on your boyfriend?"
Mamie just looked at him, her eyebrows raised and one hand on her hip.
"Oh, please, you like it when I beat on you and you know it!"
His scowl turned into a look of disbelief and then he cracked up. When he really thought about it, she was right; it always seemed like their intimacy started when they were goofing around. Sometimes it was wrestling on the floor, or play fighting in the yard, but in the end, they always seemed to end up in the bedroom.
"Mmmm, that gives me an idea" he said as he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her against him, her back to his chest. "All this fun we've been having today has left me a little...energetic" he said playfully against her ear as he placed a kiss against it. "Aren't you feeling it too?"
Mamie closed her eyes when she felt his warm breath over her skin and leaned her head back against his shoulder, not saying a word. People flowed all around them in the streets and music could be heard in the background.
"Come on, baby, admit it. It's been almost 6 hours since this morning" he whispered against her neck next. Just thinking about that morning had him wired, his blood pumping through his veins. She'd woken him up with her fingers wrapped around his shaft, slowly stroking it to hardness and then had rewarded him with the feeling of her warm, moist mouth closing over his swollen tip. It had taken everything he could to pry her off and put her on her hands and knees, taking her from behind as hard and as deep as he could.
"I know it has" she finally whispered "and I feel it too." She slowly swayed against him, her skirt covered rear brushing against the slight bulge in his pants.
Jon felt himself hardening from that simple touch and a low murmur of appreciation left his lips.
"That's my girl" he said right before he kissed her neck once then twice. The touch was delicate, just the barest of brushes, but he knew how she felt about neck kisses and what they did to her. Sure enough, he felt her hips sway a little more, pressing against him harder. A tiny moan could be heard from her lips.
"Jon, we can't" she managed to say, her voice a little hoarse. Those hips hadn't stopped their sway though despite the words.
"Sure we can" he whispered as he moved his hands from her waist to her hips, his fingers gripping the fabric of her skirt and slowly sliding it up, inch by slow inch. Moving his mouth, he nipped her neck then, reddening her skin.
That got a deeper moan out of her and her rear pressed back hard into his swollen bulge, causing his mouth to nip a second time. Just then the sound of a little boy could be heard, his voice loudly yelling to his mom to see what that couple was doing.
It broke the magic of the moment instantly and Mamie managed to pull from his grasp, her fingers lacing with his.
"Come on!" she hollered to him as she began to move towards the sound of the music. "Let's dance instead!"
Following her at a run, the two of them wound through the crowd until they reached the little square where dancers pranced around. Soon they were out there with them, dancing and spinning, twisting and turning, their bodies bumping and grinding with every fast song that played.
Every gaze they shared, every touch they stole, just pushed Jon's desire higher and he could tell it was doing the same to Mamie, especially when she gave him that famous come hither look and bit her lower lip for him.
When the music finally ended and they stumbled to the side, he pulled her into his arms and brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, his gaze locked on hers. "I need you" he said, his words for her alone. Before she could speak, he claimed her lips in a fierce, dizzying kiss then pulled away slowly. Resting his forehead against hers, he smiled. "I want you."
"I know you do" she replied, sass in her voice "but you can't have me until we get home." Her hand reached for him then, fingers running lightly down the swollen bulge she could feel in his pants. It twitched under her touch, straining to get out.
Jon groaned in response, screaming foul in his head. She wasn't playing fair but that didn't surprise him one bit. This was his Mamie after all, a woman who did what she wanted.
Lifting his head, he was about to grumble at her when his gaze spotted something. A smile crept slowly into place as he stepped back, lacing his fingers with hers.
"Wanna bet?" he said over his shoulder as he began to drag her back through the crowd, his destination clear in his mind. He began dodging people left and right, ignoring the pull of her hand as she tried to get away.
"Jon! Damn it, Jon, stop!" she hollered at him but he ignored it, finally dragging her out of the crowd and into a dark alley, moving three quarters of the way down it.
"Not a chance in hell" he replied finally, giving her one last tug that pulled her into his arms. With speed and strength, he spun and pressed her back against the brick wall, moving forward with her. Chest pressed to her soft breasts, he stared into her eyes for a moment and then smiled.
"Now you're mine" he whispered right before he kissed her, his lips pressing against hers softly. It was slow and sensual, both falling into it immediately, lips exploring lips and soon tongues dancing with tongues. Her hands clenched his shirt and then his hips, keeping their bodies tight together, and he rocked against her.
When they finally broke for air, Mamie gasped. "Jon, we can't" she said, glancing towards the mouth of the alleyway, a good distance away.
"We can" he answered, his hands gripping her hips and spinning her. She barely got her arms up in time, her face now pillowed against her flesh. "We're far enough back that no one will see us if you're quiet."
He had pressed up against her again, letting her feel how hard he was as his hips rocked against her rear. She moaned softly at the contact and pushed back against him, clearly wanting more despite what she'd said.
"Don't you want me?" he asked as his lips trailed kisses up her neck, nipping hard twice, his tongue laving over the marked spots.
"M-more than anything..." she said in reply, her voice shaky.
"That's my girl" he whispered against her ear as his teeth took her lobe and bit it gently. Reaching down with one hand, he undid his pants and slowly pulled himself free, the moisture on his tip smearing against her skirt.
"Touch me, Mamie" he said next as his hand reached for one of hers and slowly brought it down, wrapping her fingers around his swollen shaft. "Stroke me to full hardness so I can fuck you."
The words were dirty but he knew she liked to hear that sort of thing in the heat of the moment, a fact she proved with the deep moan that left her lips. As her hand slowly began to stroke him, palm running his full length before coming back to his tip, his own got to work.
Raising her skirt slowly, the soft fabric gliding over her skin, he soon bunched it around her waist and held it there. Then his fingers curled around her sexy little panties and gave them a yank, the fabric sliding over her hips and partway down her thighs.
The minute she felt the cool air on her moist folds, Mamie tightened her grip on him, drawing a deep moan of his own. She held it there for a second then two before finally easing her grip a little and stroking him again, this time faster.
"Oh, that was naughty, Mamie. So very, very naughty" he purred in her ear, his tongue teasing it. "You will pay for that later."
She giggled in return and turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. "Big words for a small man" she said, teasing him. Her fingers tightened again in response.
A growl rumbled from his chest then and he yanked her hips back, forcing her to let go of him and brace both hands against the wall. With a quick smack of his foot, he spread her legs a little for balance and then reached between them, his fingers slowly caressing the length of her moist folds.
