Author's note - this continues from my previous submission, John & Rhiannon, Ch.1. You really should read the other story first to set the stage for this one. - John
His breath is hot as it flows down over her bare breasts. His hands are warmer still, cupping her skin and softly kneading, letting her nipples bounce around against the inside of his fingers, against his palm, wherever they rub. He turns his head and gently kisses Rhiannon on the mouth, before his tongue slips through into her mouth and the kiss heats up.
As he breaks the kiss, he smiles into her dark, dark eyes, and says, "No, Rhiannon. Not yet." His nails lightly scrape across her ribs, just below her sweet breasts. Then he tickles her, knowing just how ticklish she is.
She laughs, shaking, trying to seriously get out of the silk. "Johnnnn!!!" she cries, and he just laughs, and keeps tickling. After a minute, he stops, and just wraps her in his arms and squeezes, pulling her back into his chest.
After a few moments more, her laughter stops and she catches her breath. "That was evil, John."
"I know, Rhiannon," he chuckles, "but what are you going to do about it?"
"H'rmm, you've got a point, hon," she giggles. "I think I'm sitting on it!"
John laughs. "No, my dear, you're sitting on my cock. Which is plenty hard, but not too sharp."
His hands begin to slowly stroke the backs of her thighs as they talk, from just above her knees, heading towards her ass. Rhiannon sucks in a sudden breath, blushes, and snuggles back. His hands are large, easily cupping the backs of her thighs, thumbs rubbing the outside, fingers wrapping around the inner edge to caress the inside as well.
He keeps kneading away at her soft, hot skin, each time taking his hands a little closer to her ass. Rhiannon wiggled a bit in his lap, her breathing starting to get shallower again. Finally, his hands cup her muscular butt, and squeeze. The smile on his face broadens as she sighs. "You like that, do you?" he whispers into her ear.
Her breathy moan is her only reply as his hand knead her ass cheeks firmly, causing her to squirm more in his lap. A finger streaks up the back of either thigh, fingernail scraping as it goes, and the palms slide back down. He chuckles as she tries to jump, and fails.
Around and around his hands go, rubbing the woman's firm butt, fingers edging inward a fraction at a time, closing slowly together, focussing on the heat pouring from her pussy. His fingers sweep softly across her inner thighs, over her taught cheeks, moving ever closer – until his fingers are lightly brushing through her pubes.
He whispers ticklishly into her ear, “What do you want me to do next, Rhiannon?” He knows she’s not really listening to him, merely feeling the need, blissed out on sex. He repeats the question, lips just brushing her ear, fingers still.
“Oh, you evil, evil man,” Rhiannon eventually whispers. “Fuck me, John!”