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You and Jonathan were already making out on your bed, your lips and tongues tangling with each other. You were straddling his lap, your hands tangled in his hair, his own hands roaming about your body.
He sighed and grunted before he disconnected from your lips, desperately kissing down your jaw to your neck, slobbering and kissing on your skin, trying not to leave any marks.
"Baby..."
He panted and groaned against your neck, his hands finally stilling, landing on your hips, tugging you closer.
You hummed and tilted your head for him, adjusting and grunting softly at the feeling of the bulge under you in his jeans.
"Fuck, you're hard, huh?"
You huffed and teased, your hands gripping his hair. You decided to move your hips against his, grinding down against his covered hard-on under his jeans.
"Shit—You sure it's okay if I film us?"
He swallowed and blinked up at you, his hands squeezing your hips to still your movements, which you reluctantly obeyed.
"Yeah, of course—"
You nodded and smiled as you whispered, kissing his forehead, his thumbs rubbing against your skin through your shirt.
"Are you sure—"
He tried asking again with raised brows before you cut him off with a quick kiss.
"Yes, Jonathan. You've asked like ten thousand times now, I'm chill with it, baby. Promise."
You sighed and huffed against his lips, your reassurance making his shoulders drop. He nodded and kissed your lips again, but you quickly disconnected, causing him to try to chase them.
You shifted again, moving off his lap and settling onto your knees in front of him. He leaned over and picked up the camera, quickly starting to mess with the settings of the thing, making you sigh in impatience.
"Just—gimme a minute, I'm sorry—"
He murmured, barely focused as he finally finished fixing up the setting of the machine.
He tried to get up to set it down and adjust how the camera sat on the surface, making you tug on his belt loops with a frown, trying to keep him down so you could give him attention.
"Honey, come on, I gotta make sure the angles right."
He sighed, patting your head and leaning down to kiss your head. Jonathan moved despite your protests, fixing the angle of the camera so you were perfectly in frame, double-checking where it was watching before he pressed the button to start filming.
He smiled and sat back down in front of you, spreading his legs for you to adjust and looking down at you, cradling your face.
"You look gorgeous."
He whispered, caressing your cheek with his thumb. You sighed and leaned into his gentle touch, appreciating how soft he was with you. Your hands moving to undo his belt buckle and pop the top button of his jeans, making him gasp over the slightest friction.
You kissed his palm, slowly pulling the zipper down, tugging slightly. He nodded and lifted his hips to shift his jeans down a bit, not pulling his briefs down to let you have that control.
You kissed his thigh, moving your hands to push up his shirt a little, teasing around the waistband. Your hands moving up caress his hips and stomach, fidgeting with the waistband.
You giggled at his impatient little whimpers and groans as you kept playing around. You hummed and started kissing his inner thighs, trailing up lingering kisses and soft teasing bites up to the bulge in his underwear. You hummed and finally kissed his dick over the confines of the fabric, making him sigh at the slight sensation.
He kept a hand in your hair, barely tugging so as not to hurt you, and petting your head slightly. You crooned softly, pulling his briefs down just slightly, just letting his cock spring out, standing up against his stomach slightly, causing him to hiss at the air.
You blinked up at him and kissed the tip of it before you moved a hand, gently cradling the base of his shaft, your fingers squeezing and moving against the organ.
You smiled and gave the head kitten licks, letting your hand move against his dick, barely moving away from the base, making him groan. He blinked down at you, gazing into your eyes as you kept your stimulation on him.
"Please, sweetheart..."
He breathed, his tone stupidly pathetic as his hand kept petting your head.
You nodded in response, taking the head of his cock into your mouth, making him sigh and grip your hair a bit more.
You purred against his manhood in your mouth, allowing the vibrations to shiver through him, causing him to whine and tug at your hair.
"More. Please? Can you just take a bit more?"
He panted and pleaded practically as he gripped your hair, his eyes begging you to nod. And you did, taking more into your mouth.
You swirled your tongue and sucked in his cock, bobbing your head slightly. He moaned again and let his head fall back, going between petting your head and tugging your hair.
He whined softly at you taking more into your mouth, letting his cock head ghost the back of your throat. You grunted and kept your ministrations going, your hands now actually moving to stroke the base of his cock.
"Fuck—m'gonna cum, baby—I'm gonna cum—"
Jonathan warned and whined, tugging roughly at your hair, panting, and letting his mouth lay agape as you kept sucking him off, noises slipping out of his open mouth.
His hips twitched, and he grunted, now hitting the back of your throat with his dick when he moved, making you gag slightly.
He gripped your hair and frowned slightly, trying to apologize as you kept going.
"Sorry—oh shit—"
He whimpered and moaned loudly, barely finishing his apology before cumming down your throat, keeping his hand in your hair as you kept sucking, milking as much as you could from him, and swallowing whatever fell down your throat.
When he finally finished cumming, you let go of his shaft with his hands, slowly removing him from your mouth teasingly, though you kept your lips around the tip a bit longer, suckling gently, making him squirm and gasp as he teetered on overstimulation.
You finally pulled off of him, his cock lying limp as you panted, blinking up at him. He pet you again as he blinked down at you with hazy, half-lidded eyes.
"Y... you did good... Fuck, you did amazing, sweetheart."
He sighed and nodded, moving his hand to tug on your shirt to signal you up. He tugged you into his lap, letting you straddle him again and latch your lips to his, back into your original position, just with his cum down your throat.