Satellite-Sequel to God Save My King (Steve Jones FanFic)

Kimmy-Pleasure & Pain

The keys of the piano let out thunderous squeals of protest as Steve plopped me down on top of them, pressing me against the instrument. I opened my mouth to protest the movement, but was cut off as his lips crashed against my own. Steve hardly even gave me much of a chance to enjoy the kiss before he travelled down my body, ravenously nipping at my jawline and down my neck. My face was hot as I blushed at his wandering touch, and my heart began to beat so quickly that I feared it might burst.

Steve had teased me with the fact that he was a recovering sex addict, joking that he was going to need plenty of access to my body in order to quench his sexual appetite. But it was much more than that. He had wanted me for so long now, and it was almost as if he was eager to get to every piece of me that he could before I had a chance to disappear again. And still, it was much more than even that.

I could feel it in every tremble of his hands as he continued to try and make up his mind between snogging me passionately, and kissing at every inch of my body. Every gentle caress of his fingers along my thighs was an attempt to make up for all of this time we had spent apart. And as he buried his head between my legs, making me moan and quake, I knew that he was trying his hardest to make this the best sexual experience I had ever had. He was using his extensive knowledge in a field unknown to me in order to convert me to him. He wanted to ensure that my promise would be kept this time, and that I would be tied to him for good. He loved me, he didn't want to lose me again, and it showed in every cherishing move that he made.

Each individual movement of his mouth sent waves throughout my entire being, and my head lulled back in pure ecstasy. I was by no means a lustful woman, but I was certain that Steve was determined to change that about me.

I cried out his name as I rode through my high, though he never stopped to respond to it. Thank God for that too, because I wasn't sure if I ever wanted him to stop.

My first time with John had been fumbled, forced, and had ended in a fight the very next day. Although I never regretted making love to him, I sorely despised how sex had only managed to separate us further. But here with Jones, I didn't fret. We were sober, we were ready, and we were in love.

I blushed deeply as I watched him from my spot on the piano, staring through hooded eyes as he began to tug off his clothes. It was funny in a way, how John and Jones could be so similar in their habits, and yet so different in their appearances.

Unlike many Brits, Steve soaked up the California sun with ease. His skin was a nice bronzed color and, even though he had lost weight due to his more recent, poor lifestyle choices, he still managed to remain bulky with the muscles that he had been hiding underneath his baby fat. In this sense, he was nothing at all like John, someone who had always been my 'type'. Yet, I still found myself wanting for more.

He kicked off his jeans and stumbled back over to where I was still resting on his poor piano. I tried not to stare too obviously at his protruding member. Even if I had seen it plenty of times before during his drug tests, I'd never seen it when it was at full mast. Still, Steve managed to catch my wandering eye and smirked as he cupped my reddened cheek in his rough palm, pulling me close as he gingerly bumped his forehead against my own.

"You have no idea how badly I've wanted to see you like this," Steve confessed, pausing only to give me another quick, passionate kiss. "I love it when you blush."

Of course, his words only proved to make me redder. I couldn't believe just how much he had an affect on me. Just hearing him talk about wanting me, it was bringing out a part of me that I didn't even know existed. A part of me that wasn't as perfect as the rest of me pretended to be.

"I love it when you make me blush," I breathed, my voice almost a whisper as my throat tightened with anticipation.

He smiled softly, his eyes falling to my lips as he leaned in for another kiss.

"You're finally mine," he murmured into our kiss. "And I'm about to make it so that you'll never even look at another bloke again."

I rolled my eyes and laughed lightly. "Oh, hush! I only have eyes for you."

"Good."

He gripped my hips, pulling me close as he pushed in. I let out a sharp gasp, a mixture of pleasure and pain, my nails clutching at his back. Steve pecked softly at my lips and face, holding me softly until my cries had all but left me.

"I'll make sure you keep it that way, love," he murmured into the crook of my neck.

I buried my face into his curls, tangling my fingers into the waves of hair as I pulled him closer. He took that as the signal for him to continue, and I let out a trembling breath as he  slowly began to swivel his hips against my own.

"I will too," I breathed, grasping at him as an anchor. I could feel myself slipping away, losing myself in the waves of adrenaline that were coursing through my veins. But before I allowed myself to let go completely, I knew I had to make just one more promise. "You're never losing me again."

A/N: God, I'm just like, so awkward writing these kinds of chapters. I'm sorry guys! Hopefully it turned out okay.
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