Jon felt something building inside of him as Karyn wriggled in pleasure on top of him. It wasn't a climax, he felt as though he had enough stamina to last hours. It was something deeper. A need, a desire.
He was being so passive, laying on his back as Karyn took what she wanted from his member inside of her. And all of a sudden, being passive felt wrong. Jon needed to be taking action, he needed to be the engine behind what was happening. He needed to be in-- no, that thought was wrong. Karyn needed to be in control. He needed to be serving her needs at all times, no matter what. But he needed to anticipate those needs and proactively meet them, not wait for Karyn to do it herself.
With a grunt, and an ease that he had never known in his life, Jon grasped Karyn by the shoulders and turned her around so that he was on top. So that he was controlling the action. She squealed in delight as her back hit the mattress. Jon looked down at her blonde hair splayed across the sheets, her deep valley of cleavage covered in black lace, her piercing green eyes that held a command behind them. And he knew exactly what he needed to do to give her pleasure.
For her part, Karyn was in absolute bliss. That boy in the restaurant was nice enough, and he proved that he could coexist with Karyn. But even if she no longer remembered that nice boy in the restaurant, something deep inside of her was pleased that what she had now was practically an animal, moving on instinct. And that instinct was "give Karyn pleasure."
It was in his eyes, it was in the way he moved his hips, in the way his chest muscles flexed with every thrust. But also, it was in his nakedness. His raw nakedness that contrasted with the delicate negligee that Karyn still wore. The black lace bra that still held her breasts. The matching panties that... well, she'd removed those at some point she couldn't recall. But they would have gotten in the way.
Karyn was still dressed. She was still civilized. She was the modern, elegant woman who was taming a snarling beast.
Jon snarled as he sped up his pace. His face twisted into something primal. He leaned down to kiss Karyn, and huffed a wet breath across her face before their lips met. Karyn drank it in.
"You belong to me," she said as their lips parted and her breath caught in her throat. "You are mine, and mine alone."
Jon grunted an affirmative and kept on giving her all of his attention. It send a shiver down Karyn's throat that seemed to meet the shiver of Jon's member inside of her.
"Growl for me, Jon."
He growled.
"Flex for me, Jon."
The muscles in his shoulders and his chest tightened and released and tightened again.
"Come for me, Jon."
And he released. On command, a wave of sensation up his member as he spurted inside of Karyn and she cried out in ecstasy. Another wave, another pump, another cry from Karyn's lips. This went on for another thirty seconds before Jon fell out of rhythm, and felt his member softening within Karyn.
"Good boy," Karyn gasped as she stroked his cheek, willing his face back into a more human form. He melted into her touch as he slipped out from under her negligee, a light of intelligence returning to his eyes.
"I'm big spoon," Karyn patted his face like he was a puppy. And he just nodded with a contented sigh and turned on the bed so that his back was facing her.
Karyn slipped a hand under his arm and wrapped it around his chest, pulling him into her possessively. He wasn't the wild beast anymore, but he was still ignorant and primitive in his nakedness, while she was intelligent and modern and modest in her black negligee that barely covered anything.
She pressed his back into her chest, and the big lummox moved into her at the touch. She leaned her chin onto his shoulder, like she was an angel there to guide him. Or perhaps she was a devil.
"You belong to me," she whispered into his ear. "Now hush and go to sleep."
Jon lost consciousness almost before the words were out of Karyn's mouth. And she held him against her for the entirety of the night, possessing him. Owning him. Trickling more and more of her desires into his sleeping form and molding him more and more into what she wanted in a boyfriend.
