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.