Chapter 6

Jon dropped his hands from Sara’s hair, to the bottom of her cami, slipping his hands under the soft fabric, finding the softer skin beneath. He ran his hands up her sides, raising the cami up onto her shoulders, breaking the kiss to ease it over her head and down her arms, before tossing it away. Still wearing the white shirt, he stood up, pulling Sara with him. He bent his head to taste her flesh, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking gently.

Sara moaned, and spoke shakily “We haven’t finished the photos yet…….”

“I think we’re entitled to a break.” Jon murmured, moving across to nuzzle her other breast before kissing her again to silence her protests.

One hand ran swiftly between their bodies, and he unfastened her shorts so he could slide his hands into the back, gripping her ass to bring her closer still. As he ran his hands beyond the waistband, he felt another strip of fabric and pulled back to look down, seeing a flash of hot pink lace.

“So you remembered your panties today, huh?” he said with a smile.

“Mm-hm…….did you?”

“Hell no - I never wear underwear!” Jon laughed, then pushed at her shorts, trying to slip them off. “Damn - how do you get into these?” he asked, as the tight denim fought his attempts.

Sara grinned at him, “They’re not that tight!” She put her hands just inside the waistband and, with a rippling of her hips which devastated Jon, slid the shorts loose so they fell at her feet, leaving her wearing only the tiny pink thong. “See?”

“Oh I see” Jon said hoarsely, biting his lip as he ran his palms down her sides.

Sara reached her fingers up to his mouth, pulling his lip out of his teeth. “Don’t do that. You’ll hurt your lip.” For the first time, now, Sara made the first move, her fingers twining into his hair to pull him down for a kiss.

As Sara kicked her feet free of the shorts, she felt Jon’s hands behind her once more. He was backing up toward the couch, pulling her along with him. Their mouths were still locked together, teasing each other with their tongues, as Jon fell backward over the arm of the couch, hauling Sara down on top of him and moving one hand around to fondle her breast.

Jon’s fingers were on her belly now, pushing under the pink lace and moving unerringly to his objective, and he ran his hand underneath, feeling the heat and wetness already there. He lightly stroked the tiny bud of hard flesh, feeling her moan into his mouth, but when he moved his hand further, and slipped one finger just inside her, Sara gasped in a different way and pulled back from his mouth.

“Oh, I’m sorry! That’s just a bit…..” she said, looking up into his eyes.

Jon smiled, “It’s okay baby. Are you still a bit too tender?” She nodded, and he moved his hand again, stroking gently, until he felt the tension seep out of her again.

He slid her back up into a sitting position of the couch, dropping himself onto the floor in front of her, then tugged her head down by the pigtails to whisper in her ear.

“Still trust me?” Sara nodded. “Okay then,” his smile turned wicked, “Just let Jonny kiss it all better.”

A quick, hard kiss on the lips, then he painstakingly kissed his way down over her chin and all the way down her throat and chest, tantalizing her mercilessly with lips, tongue and teeth. Lower, he kissed her belly, flicking his tongue into her navel.

With just the tips of his fingers, he eased the scrap of pink lace down over her hips, dragging it all the way down and off her feet. Kneeling between her bare legs, Jon nipped at the soft skin on the inside of her knee with his teeth, before hooking his hands behind her knees to pull her all the way to the edge of the cushion, her knees either side of him, and her shoulders arching to the back of the couch. Kissing his way up one thigh, his hand on the other, he worked his way leisurely back up to the luscious junction of her thighs. He kissed her there, and heard her gasp at the sensation, sitting partway up as she tried to move back.

“Jon?” He raised his head to look at her, a trace of her juices sparkling on his lower lip before he licked it away with that same wicked smile.

“What? I told you I was going to kiss it all better!” He smirked up at her, then returned to his task.

He kissed her again, finding the hard nub of flesh standing proud and circling it slowly with his tongue before sucking on it for a moment, then moving away. Like a cat, he drew his hot tongue across her wetness, tasting her again as he heard her moaning above him. Delicately, he slipped the tip of his tongue inside her, curling it forward to touch the sensitive wall, and he felt her try to sit up again.

Without interrupting the ministrations of his mouth, he laid one hand, palm down, on her taut belly, splaying his fingers wide to pin her back to the couch while his tongue lightly pushed further into her.

She was moaning louder now, writhing against his hand, and Jon could feel her stomach muscles pulsating under his hand. Bringing his other hand up from her thigh, he sucked again on her clit, very carefully nipping with his teeth to bring her right to the edge, then he gently slipped first one, then two, fingers deep inside her, stroking her inner walls as his mouth pushed her higher still. She stiffened suddenly, her back arching so that only her buttocks and the back of her head were touching the couch, and Jon felt the deep contractions of her orgasm around his fingers, tasting the sweet juices that she gave to his hungry mouth.

Sliding his fingers free, his hand on her belly could feel the heaving of ragged breaths as the final spasms shook her, and he continued to caress her with his tongue and lips until she slumped back against the cushions. He looked up at her then, with a smile, then kissed the swollen lips again before sitting back on his heels.

“Oh - my - God” she finally managed to say, fighting for breath.

“It’s okay - you can still call me Jon” he quipped, and Sara swatted weakly at his head. Catching her hand, he kissed the palm, then kept hold of her fingers as he lifted himself back up onto the couch beside her, pulling her half into his lap and cradling her in his arms.

“Better now?” Jon asked quietly, stroking her hair, and Sara gave him a lazy, contented and supremely sexy smile that said more than any words.

She cuddled contentedly against him for a while, then a sudden thought struck her and she looked up at him anxiously.

“Jon?”

“Mm-hm?”

“What about……..I mean, you…..well, we didn’t…..umm……you didn’t.…”

“Oh, don’t worry about me, baby……after all, the day is still young……” That same wicked smile, softening as he dropped an affectionate kiss onto her lips.

Sara looked at her watch. “I guess it is. Just so long as I remember we’ve still got a bit of work to do!”

“Oh, you’re a hard woman!” Jon let go of Sara and stretched, “Do you want to get started - or rather finished - just now?”

Nodding, Sara stood up, and was about to go fetch her camera when she realised Jon was watching her. She looked down.

“Ah. Maybe I should go put……..where are my clothes anyway?”

Jon laughed and tossed her something. His Philly Soul t shirt. “Here - just put this on. I think your clothes are over there somewhere.” He gestured vaguely behind the couch.

She pulled the shirt over her head, and it fell just to the tops of her thighs, not really hiding much, but allowing sudden glimpses of bare flesh to torment Jon.

“Okay, so - beer?” Sara tried desperately to get her mind back onto work, knowing she’d had a plan for this set of shots, but having real trouble remembering it. Matters weren’t helped in the slightest when Jon stood up and stripped off his shirt. She got some beer from the kitchen, returning to find Jon inspecting the shower stall.

“Oh, shit. You don’t have any other jeans, do you?” she asked.

“Not with me - why?”

“Uh - water tends to make things wet, so unless you fancy driving home in wet jeans, I’d better see what I’ve got here.”

Jon looked at her in surprise. “Sara - it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked already.” He started to unfasten his jeans. “Just make sure to keep your camera up!”

‘Dammit’ thought Sara. ‘How the hell am I meant to keep my mind on the job now?’

He sat on the couch to remove his boots, then kicked off his jeans and threw them onto the cushions. They hit Sara’s guitar, making it slide toward the floor, and Jon instinctively caught it. Sara giggled at the sight of him sitting there, stark naked, holding a guitar, then an image flashed into her mind.

“Oh wow!”

Jon looked at her quizzically.

“Oh, I just had an idea for a great shot! Would you mind if I tried something before we do the shower ones?”

“I’m all yours. Where do you want me?”

Sara forced herself not to reply to that with the thought that immediately came to mind - ‘inside me’ - but got him up from the couch and led him over to the corner of the walls. She got him positioned as she’d seen in her mind - sitting on the floor with one leg drawn up a little, ankles crossed. The guitar carefully sited in front of him, and his arms loosely around it.

“Oh, yes. Just like that. Do NOT move.” She ran over and got her camera, taking shots from as many angles as she could, with Jon grinning at her naturally, then looking seriously moody when she asked him to.

“Thank you,” she said when she’d finished. “Thanks for going with me on that one. We’d better do the shower ones now.”

She took the guitar from Jon and pulled him to his feet. As he headed for the other side of the room, Sara heard a cellphone ringing, and saw Jon detour to the couch, pulling the phone out of his jeans pocket.

“It’s my mom.” He said, then picked up the call. “Hi mom. What’s up?”

He listened for a moment, frowning slightly. “Why didn’t you just ask Dot?” A pause. “Oh. Sorry - I thought you were going shopping with her today. Oh, okay, I must’ve misunderstood. Yeah, should be fine.” Another, longer pause, and Jon looked apologetically at Sara. “Mom - sorry, I’ll have to go - I’m in the middle of a photo shoot. Yep - love you too. I’ll call you later. Bye.”

“Sorry, Sara.” Jon sounded distracted. “My mom just wanted to find out if we were all still going to hers for dinner tomorrow. Said she couldn’t get hold of Dot - she wasn’t at home or answering her cell.” He shook his head. “Weird. I could’ve sworn Dot told me she was going shopping with mom.”

“It’s fine.” Sara assured him. “I hope she’s okay. Why don’t you give her a call? Just make sure.”

“Hmmm? Oh, no, it’s okay. I’ll see her later.” Jon decided. “So - what now?”