He gets pulled back into bed

Just as he leaves the bed, a hand grabs his wrist and pulls him back.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jane says, with a smile on her face.

"Breakfast..." John tried to say weakly, but he's unable to get the words out before Jane has pressed her lips onto his, smothering any possible excuse he could make.

Jane's soft lips are melting away at his barriers and her hands are slowly exploring his back and moving to the back of his legs. Any resistance is futile.

Jane breaks away from the kiss and lays her hand on his cock. She leans in and whispers seductively, "Mm... Looks like someone's excited."

John can only moan in response as Jane's skilled hands pull his underpants down and start stroking his throbbing erection in soft, deliberate strokes.

She pulls him back in for a kiss with her other hand and he begins to reciprocate. He moves his hands down from her soft neck, to the line down her back and gently squeezes her ass. Taken by surprise by his boldness, Jane gasps into his lips. Her strokes begin to speed up and she kisses him more forcefully.

Determined to make her feel the same pleasure he's experiencing, he moves one hand away from her ass and strokes the side of her thigh. He then moves inwards and starts lightly rubbing against her pussy. Jane pulls away and moans breathily into his face. He runs circles around the entrance to her vagina and teases her. She pants against his face. Her hands have stopped stroking his cock and her entire body has given into his touches. Her hips start grinding into his fingers' slow movements.