You Belong With Me / Jon Snow / Davina Targaryen (3)

61. Need

Sit Still Look Pretty / Tywin Lannister out now!

"I swear Taelon's toys multiply over night." Davina remarked as she kicked toys around trying to see the floor again. "I mean honestly, how many toys- how man little figurines- how many stuffed animals- how many what ever the hell this is-" She narrowed her eyes at the object in her hand as the moved. "-Does he need?" She finished but tripped over a stuffed animal. Jon moved towards her reaching out for her. But Davina being Davina caught herself. 

Davina caught herself by splaying one hand on his pec. They both looked down, transfixed by where she's made contact. His shirt might as well not be there because it felt like she was touching his bare skin. His cock twitches, clearly not differentiating at all.

Gods it had been too long. Since Taelon was born it was harder to get a moment alone it seemed. They wanted to be there for their son, tend to him but babies were so needy and they were young and agile. 

"I think Taelon's things can wait." Davina decided, clearly seeing his need. 

"Yes." Jon agreed lips connecting with hers. 

Davina was feeding Jon's soul, bringing him back to life. Her hands slid into his hair, deepening their kiss, moaning into his mouth, pushing him back towards the bed. Their shoes came off as his hands cup her breasts.

"Jon..." She tipped her head back, eyes closed, as he added her top to the pile of clothes at their feet. He slid her bottoms and panties off in one smooth motion as his mouth covered one of her breasts. He couldnt get enough of her. His hands and lips move along her skin, desperate to consume every inch of her. They fall onto the bed, both of them working together to get his pants and briefs off. With them still clinging to his right ankle, he settled between her legs, guiding her left knee toward her chest, and push inside of her. Their mouths crash together again. Hungry. Desperate. The perfect union of all that they have held back.

The legs of the old metal frame bed scrape along the floor as the springs whine beneath the mattress. Her fingers curl into his backside while he drove into her. He didn't want it to end, but the need spurred him on. She spurred him on with her tongue mimicking their rhythm and her back arching off the bed, letting him know she's close. She was a need, something he craved. He loved this woman. She made him crazy. All of his senses culminate in her presence. He was and always would be the best version of himself with her.

He would always love this woman.

"Oh God ..." she panted, closing her eyes as her head eases to the side and one of her heels digs into the back of his leg. He pressed her other leg an inch closer to her chest, like his entire being wants to crawl inside of her ... possess her. Keep her forever. His neck stretched back, face twisting as he released.

Her eyes fluttered open, lips curl into a perfect smile, and she cupped the back of his head like he had done to her so many times. Then she pulled him back down to her for a slow kiss, because Avalon had Taelon and they had all the time in the world.