Some part of him does know that, from her enthusiasm, from the way she keeps straining harder with desire, and the rest is too overwhelmed with sensation to process the concern. 

And what sensation it is! His cock is wrapped up in warm and wet and it feels better than anything he's felt before (better than his hand for sure), and then she's swallowing it and he can feel the tip of it in her throat and feel her fight to keep it there, practically choking on it as her lips rub against him, and while some part of him is concerned about that the rest of him is so incredibly turned on and hard at how she's practically fighting to swallow him, to give him pleasure. He tries to fight it for a moment but he knows it's futile, and so he cums, pulsing in her mouth and the back of her throat, moaning and grunting in pleasure and enjoyment as she sucks on him. 

It's amazing. It's painful and uncomfortable and logistically precarious and a little scary and so, so good. She tries to swallow it and can't and has to pull back a little to make room, and immediately misses the sensation of gagging on him as hard as she can, but she can taste the tangible evidence of his pleasure and that's more than enough to leave her blissed out and shaky and not minding much about what she misses. She finds herself tracing the shape of him with lips and tongue, trying to chase down every last drop.

John enjoys every moment of her swallowing his seed as he cums. It's probably the best orgasm he's ever had. (And there will be even better ones to come!) He leans back and groans softly as he finishes, and then moans with enjoyment as she keeps sucking and licking, watching her with amazement and delight. 

After a few moments though, the feeling of her mouth on him changes, from feeling good to just feeling, a lot. Like a lot a lot. Not good or bad, just extremely powerful. "Stop!" he says suddenly (in his normal albeit worried voice), and jerks backwards (which also is a lot of sensation), reaching down to push her (gently!) the rest of the way off if necessary. 

Now he has a Rosy blinking up at him in hazy and mildly alarmed confusion. And licking her lips.

"Sorry," he tells her, also mildly confused. "Sorry! I um, got really sensitive all of a sudden. Really really sensitive. And the feeling of your mouth on me was just too much. I'm not sure what happened." Is everything okay? He hopes everything is okay. He reaches down to touch. Still pretty sensitive, but maybe less? Hard to tell, given that before she had her entire mouth on him. 

Okay, This is not a problem that she urgently needs to solve. She relaxes, closing her eyes and resting her head on his thigh. He's very cozy.

Rosy is also very cozy. John is still a little bit worried about his penis, though, he pokes it several more times, checking the reactions. Sensations do seem to be returning to normal levels. Everything is probably fine? 

If he wants Rosy kneeling at his feet with her head pillowed on his thigh then that's how he'll have her. Time is probably passing but she isn't paying it much attention. She feels like a bell, still ringing with the note that was struck when he came down her throat, or maybe before then when he gave her orders in that voice. It's a good note, either way.

Meanwhile, John is finishing up being distracted with his dick (which seems to be fine, probably?) and can start paying attention to Rosy again. Who is currently a little bit blissed out leaning on his leg. Not that he minds. "That was um, really good," he says to her. "Like, really really good. Like wow. Sorry about the bit at the end there. How was it for you?" Ugh, what a dumb way to phrase it. 

"Good," she says, dreamily. "So good. Mmm." She licks her lips again and doesn't quite manage to stop herself from saying, "Thank you, my lord."

His softening dick twitches when she says that. "Fuck," he says. "That's really hot, fuck." And then, with a little bit of the command in his voice again, he adds, "Say that again." 

"Thank you, my lord," she says, shivering with pleasure. She shouldn't call him that, he's not her lord yet, but that abstraction feels very far away and his voice is oh so close.

Fuck. Is he getting hard again? He might be getting a little hard again. Hard to tell. He's turned on, regardless. "That's really fucking good when you call me that. Come up here and kiss me." he says, turning up the command for the last sentence. He reaches out to grab her by the back of her head to help guide her lips to his. 

She's still a little shaky, but with his help, she manages to wobble her way up into a kiss. Somewhere along the way, she murmurs, "Yes, my lord."

He was already turned on enough to kiss her hard, now he kisses her really hard, holding his hand against the back of her head for leverage to hold her steady as he presses his lips against hers, kissing and pushing his tongue into her mouth possessively. She called him her Lord, she's his, she's his or going to be anyways and it's hot as fuck. And he can just kiss her like this as much as he wants. And listen to her thank him for it, and do it again. Or other, more fun things. He kisses her even harder, thinking about the future possibilities. 

She was already pretty melted but she melts all over again, to the point where she's having trouble organizing her limbs to either sit down or stay in the awkward half-risen position he pulled her into. Limbs aren't important, right? John is important. She clings to him and whimpers into his mouth.

Yup, he's definitely getting hard again. Not much, probably not enough to cum down her throat again even if it was a good idea, which it probably (probably?) isn't. (Oh, but thinking about it is so good.) The kiss feels incredible and he feels so powerful and Rosy wants him and he just had a blow job from a hot girl and she's going to be his and then there will be so many more blow jobs and other things and, fuck. Is he really sure another blow job would be a bad idea? (Yes. Yes he is. He's not sure why at the moment, but he's sure, and that's good enough for now.) 

Eventually, regretfully, he ends the kiss, coming up for air, leaving the hand on the back of Rosy's head. "That was really hot," he says, in a mostly normal voice. "I like when you call me that. I like it a lot. And I really like kissing you like that, too."

Oh. Happiness. Warm soft cozy happiness.

...Words...?

"Love you," she says, because that's the simplest thing. "...snuggle?"

She might need some help getting into bed, actually, she's all shaky and uncoordinated and only barely not collapsing into his lap.

Something in her tone and behavior is... is she okay? Shit. She's shaking and not really able to support herself and "are you okay," he asks, mood completely shifted (shit shit shit), full of worry and concern. He moves his hands to support her. "What do you need, are you alright?" (Fuck, what did he do wrong?) 

"'m okay," she assures him. "Just. A lot. No, don't be scared. It's good a lot."

With his support she manages to sit next to him on the edge of the bed, and nestle agaisnt him, warm and cozy and good and right. So good to be held in his arms. So right to be his. Sunflower snuggles, turning toward his radiance.

Despite her assurances, he's still concerned, she's clearly still blissed out and happy but having trouble communicating and... control over her limbs seems to be a lot less, basically. He has to help her up onto the bed once he realizes what she has in mind, and she's clearly feeling good as she rests against him but he's still worried. Possibly she'll be okay after a little while? He holds her in his arms protectively and hopes and waits. 

He's so comfy. Good and warm. Best boyfriend.

Slowly, she settles back into shape. Wraps her arms around him and gives him a squeeze.

"You okay?" she asks.

"Are you okay?" he asks, still worried. "You were out of it for a while there. Sorry I didn't notice anything sooner or, know what to do, or stop doing what I was doing to take care of you" stupid "or, or something. Are you okay?"

She squeezes him harder and takes a deep breath, trying to reboot the analytical parts of her brain.

"I'm okay," she says first. "It was... really good. Really, really good. It... affected me more than I was expecting? I, um." Little blush, shy hiding face in shoulder. "Didn't expect to get—so into it so fast—but I'm really glad I did. And. You're hot when you're all commanding. Wow."

He blushes a little at the compliment, and hugs her when she adorably puts her face into his shoulder. "Thanks," he says, not fully able to process everything she said just yet out of concern. (What she said was great though but there are more important things to concentrate on.) "Are you sure you're ok? I just want to be certain nothing is wrong, it was kinda worrying there for a bit."