First came the sex. It wasn't a sex of love, but of power. Jon had never seen Karyn this way before, made up, impressive, there was a flow to her movements, to her hair, to her breasts. There was a spark in her eyes which flashed greener than they had ever before, accented by smoky eyeshadow and dark lashes, and a power was behind them, an unspoken promise of pleasure and desire came with the way she appraised his improved body from chest downwards. Nothing about the way she presented herself was like the old Karyn. Her voice was now a seductive coo, higher and softer, put on for a purpose. Her stance and movements were fluid and charged, she stuck her chest out, bent and snapped for him, because she knew what the result would be.
He took her without a word at first, groping and exploring as he wanted and she played along, because she liked what she saw, because she wanted to see what Jon boy could do, and because she wanted him to be his. They embraced without a kiss, and his hands quickly found her breasts, she put her hands on his and guided them to squeeze as she let out an satisfied gasp, then lead his face into them, where he pleasured her with his mouth until she let a soft moan out. Jon took this as a sign, impatient with the foreplay, picked her up with powerful arms, turned her around, and entered her for the first time. The mix of pleasure and pain shocked Kayrn into noises of joy and protests, but Jon wasn't paying attention to her, he just started pumping. Jon wanted her, he saw her beauty, her seductions, her interest in him, and he wanted her, he wanted to own her, to have her for himself. The sex wasn't about her, or even pleasure, it was about him getting what he wanted, and it was the same for her. She wanted him, she wanted the sex, but she wanted it because of the power her sex gave her over him, she knew if she was good in bed, if she moaned and rubbed and tossed her hair and winked and smiled and said things about how large he was, about how he felt inside her, if she was a little sick, a little twisted to him, a little dirty, that he would be hers to control, a big strong man to with what she wanted for the cost of a promising smirk, and what she wanted was power, what she wanted was the stone. The sex was quick, and confused, and rougher than it needed to be, but in the end they both got what they came for.
They lay in a heap after, having satisfied themselves of each other. Karyn, impressed with his size and "skill" pressed her advantage.
"Oh...Jon boy, have you been holding out on me? What that thing in your pants the whole time and you never let me in on it?"
" Sure babe, just wasn't the type to share it before I guess."
She sat atop him, straddling his hips with her own, letting her blond hair fall between them and looked down on him and smiled a satisfied smile with both her eyes and her teeth sparkling.
"I guess I should have been more foreword with you...am I foreword enough now?" She began moving her hips against his, he could feel her heat and wetness against his spent member. She streched herself out and upwards as she rolled on him, sticking her breasts out as her hair fell over them leaving only her nipples visible and making her abs taught. His dick responded half as well as he would have liked, but enough to join in the fun. They found a new rhythm and began again. This time their mouths met, in a kiss which felt like a battle, ending in a bitten lip, She tried to take pleasure from the pain and give some back, but he won't have it. She was too sexy, she was going to be his, and he wasn't going to allow her to do anything he didn't want done, and she allowed him to think that. This time she came first, loudly, for him to hear and see. Zoe next door stoped posing in the mirror to listen in for ideas. Feeling he had won he allowed them collapse together panting.
It was then that Karyn asked...."Hey big boy, you know what would make this really fun? Where is that stone?"
