Post-coitum relaxing.

"John, what was that?"

"Sorry, Dear, I don't know–"

"Don't you dare apologize. That was the best sex we've ever had; did your new little dog collar put you up to it?"

"I'm not sure; something just came over me and I had to–"

"Come over me." Sarah wiggled her ass under his now-resting cock. She used her cheek muscles to grab it in the crack and pull slightly, but he didn't react.

John chuckled; he'd just gotten the joke. He let her squirm and roll over underneath him so she was lying with her top and bra up around her armpits and showing him all her glory. He lay back down on top of her and just appreciated. She was the most wonderful woman in the world.

After some time holding him close she looked into his eyes. "Is there anything else you'd like to do, Honey?"

"I could really go for some bacon."

She hit him on the head with a pillow, then levered out from under him to go downstairs to the kitchen.