Back at his place

Back at his apartment John jokingly plopped down on his bed, the covers fluffing into the air around her. He plopped on the other side saying she was too little to do any damage to this bed.
A sly look came across her face, the mischievous spark into her eyes. “Before I leave you will need a new bed and new sheets if I have anything to do with it.”

“Oh really? And how do you suppose that is going to happen?”

“Because no one taught me to not jump on the bed!” she laughed as she stood on top of the mattress and jumped over his body then stood over him, straddling his waist. Doe put a hand around each of her calves and pulled her down on top of him. “I do have neighbors you know, we need to maintain some form of courtesy.”

She stayed perched on his stomach, ran both hands thru his hair and leaned down to his ear… “So I guess that means no wild and spontaneously noisy sex for us, huh?”

“Welllll…. I would not be against it per say…” He grinned and she could feel his heart beating faster thru her crotch against his stomach. She pressed against him and moaned softly against his neck. Then jumped back up and moaned loudly with a jester’s grin on her face. As loud as she could calling out to the neighbors, “Oh, Doe, you fucking stud! Oh yes! Yes!” jumping on the bed so it hit the wall and squeaked within the mattress.

They both laughed and finally the exhaustion from the road took over her body. She felt safe again. Before Doe could finish listing off options of what to watch, she was asleep. Laying on her stomach, feet hanging off the bed, head against his side. Her right hand lay across his arm. He listened to her rhythmic breathing. Watched her back rise and fall. He knew she had been struggling to catch any sleep at all and decided that he would do best not to wake her.

Besides, if he woke her up she would just leave for a hotel room. He much preferred seeing her ass in those tight jeans on his bed to the hotel option and so he watched a couple of videos but would not have been able to say their topic. John had started to dream against him. Her fingers tightening on his arm, her face too serious for sleep. “Hey”, he whispered in her ear. She stirred against him. Snuggled close. He could not resist putting his arm around her and holding her there against his body. He had wanted this before but it would have been better knowing she had fallen asleep here – with him – on purpose.