My Missing Puzzle Piece, (Katy Perry And John Mayer Fanfiction).

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"What are our plans for today, beautiful?" John suddenly asked has we laid on the white sectional in peace, his arm wrapped around my back with his hand ending up on my ass. While he kept occasionally squeezing my cheeks, my head was rested on his naked chest and I couldn't help but let out soft giggles at his playful foreplay. Thankfully, a blanket was covering our bodies so in case anyone walked in, they wo't able see what John was doing.

"I don't think anything. My parents are out all day and Angela and David are going hiking today." I say responding to his question, not answering though until a few minutes later, being too caught up in him continuing to squeeze my ass, and I could only close my eyes and giggle loudly. I knew he heard my giggles, and he knew I liked it because he was continuing the same process over and over again.

"What time will everyone be back?" he asked once again, this time repositioning my body to where we could both look at each other clearly. He had a smirk plastered all over my face, and I knew he was eager for me to answer his question because I knew he wanted to do something sexual. Of course, I didn't have a problem with it, I mean come on, he's John Mayer. The hottest of them all, I currently wouldn't turn down an offer of having a good time with him if I was in the mood.

"Everyone won't be back until later tonight. So like ten." I say looking up at him, giving him a quick peck on his soft, rose gold lips. Instead of me resting my head back on his chest, he quickly pulled me closer to him, to where our lips smacked against each other's without sudden warning. I closed my eyes has I admired the softness of his pink lips, his lips feeling like a soft cloud. He gently placed his large hands on my ass again, this time squeezing both of my cheeks, causing me to let out a moan in his mouth.

I placed my hands on the sides of his face has I asked for permission to enter my tongue in his mouth, which he gladly accepted. He opened his mouth wide enough to where I can slide my tongue easily in his mouth, and once it was fully in there I already felt his tongue rubbing against mine. The sound of our saliva and lips smooching together was the only resonance that filled the room, and that was driving John crazy because he was starting to rub my body above the clothing I had on.

We both continued that same action for minutes on end, taking our time and slowly just enjoying each other. We both were so comfortable with each other that we never rushed into making love, or just making out. We never rushed because we wanted to treasure every moment together as a couple, before that time came where it will be over, which honestly scares me deep down, knowing that I wasn't going to be "his baby" forever.

Lips still connected, I lifted myself up to where I was now laying on top of him instead of laying beside him. I removed my hands from the side of his face and rested them on his naked chest for supported, my hands traveling all over his chest to feel his muscular abs. He had moved his hand into a different position now too, this time, one hand on my ass cheek and the other one massaging my raven hair, the pleasure of that massage only wanting him more, and I suddenly started to feel my mammillas turn hard.

We were both so into the moment, so into each other's touch and love, we didn't give a damn about our surroundings and what we had to do. The fact that my family wasn't supposed to be back later tonight, and that it was close to five, meant we had the whole house to ourselves, and we both knew that fact, and that only made his more eager and impatient to make love finally.

It was only five minutes into our passionate making our session before I felt his hard erotic starting to bang against my crotch, and once I felt it I let out a loud moan in his mouth, indicating that I was done with our foreplay and I wanted to feel him now, and I knew he gotten the signal because I felt him starting to crawl his hand towards the ends of my top.