No

"No, I'm not," Rebekah said, still trying to tug on his shirt. "Why?"

"Well, if you were a virgin, I was wanting to make your first time special, instead of fucking you on the kitchen table," he admitted.

She had this teasing look on her face. "Well, since I'm not a virgin, you can go ahead and fuck me on the table." She tugged on his shirt again. This time, John was willing to acquiesce. He helped her take the shirt off. They continued to pull and tug at each other's clothing until they were both naked.

Kissing her wildly, John managed to steer her toward the kitchen table. He pressed her naked body against it and lifted her up until she was sitting on it. Grinning wickedly, he thrust into her without warning.

Her eyes widened at the swift entry. Before she could say anything, John claimed her lips again. He started to thrust into her slowly, clearing enjoying the feel of his cock inside her. "John!" she moaned.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"Please fuck me harder, faster," she begged.