Maggie saw the movement of his arms and while part of her - if she'd been thinking more - would have loved to whip him and show him how much fun it could be, the part that was in control of Maggie at the moment was the one that was simply wanting to please because damn it, he'd set off all those endorphins from that orgasm and she was stuck in subspace. Needing Jon. Needing to make him happy.

Needing to make him come.

She let her lips find his cock and she began slowly sucking on it, her head bobbing up and down to get him wet, and then her hand went back to stroking him gently. She didn't want Jon to regret any of this, either, so she asked to be sure.

"What do you want me to do, Jon? Do you want me to suck on you? To fuck you? I want you to come so badly, please please please I need you to come." Gods he wouldn't understand why she needed it so much. "Hand? Mouth? Cunt...?"