Chapter 14

Sara found a couple of plates, and they sat down at the kitchen table. Jon flipped open the box, and the aroma made Sara realise just how hungry she was. She was thinking how nice it was, sitting here with Jon, eating pizza, when she noticed he was watching her with a smile.

“What?” She looked down at her t shirt, wondering if she’d dripped tomato sauce down herself. Nope. “What? What are you looking at?”

His smile broadened. “You.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. You look so damn cute like that.”

Sara blinked. “Cute. Right. I’m filthy, I’m sweaty, I probably stink because I haven’t showered yet. Nothing cute about it.”

She took another bite of pizza, feeling hot sauce on the corner of her mouth and licking it away.

Jon was grinning now, a wolfish grin that Sara was starting to know all too well.

“So, were you planning on showering soon? I mean, since I’m here, I could always - I don’t know - scrub your back or something.”

“Actually, I was planning to finish cleaning before I showered. Still got to finish off the bedroom.”

“I could help you.” Jon suggested. “If that’ll get you into the shower quicker.” He winked at her. “I’m good in the bedroom.”

Sara laughed at that, then shrugged. “If you want to help, that’s fine with me!” She stood up. “Let’s go then.”

Jon got up to follow her, grabbing a last slice of pizza on the way. When he got to the bedroom door, he found Sara on hands and knees, peering under the bed. He didn’t know what she was looking for, but with the view he had, he hoped she didn’t find it too soon, as he dwelled on the sweet shape of her ass in the tight shorts.

“What have you lost?” He eventually asked.

A muffled voice replied “I dropped an earring, and I can’t…….ah, there it is!” Sara dropped lower, sliding under the bed. “Got you!”

She started to back out, clutching the earring in one hand, then felt a pull on her ponytail as it caught on the underside of the bed.

“Yowch!”

“What’s wrong?” Jon asked.

“I’m kinda stuck.” Sara tried to pull free, without success. “My hair’s caught on something.”

“Hang on.” Jon told her, shoving the last of the pizza in his mouth as he went across to the bed and knelt beside her, sticking his head under the bed to have a look. Poor Sara really was stuck. Her long ponytail had tangled in the bedframe, wrapping itself around one of the bolts that held the base together. As Jon looked, trying to see how best to free her, Sara gritted her teeth and pulled hard, starting to panic because she was trapped.

“Whoa! Stop!” Jon exclaimed. “You’re just making it worse. Let me see what I can do, babe.”

He turned on his side so he could squeeze further under the bed and still see what he was doing. Slowly and awkwardly in the confined space, he untangled her hair from the bolt, then Sara started to pull again, tightening the remaining strands.

“Sara! Stop it!” Jon suddenly realised she was panting wildly, trembling, and it dawned on him that she must be frightened - maybe she was claustrophobic, or maybe just felt trapped. He rolled onto his back and slid under her arm so he could look up at her.

“Sara.” He said calmly, holding her face in both hands. “Sweetheart, calm down. I’m here, and I’ve nearly got you loose. Come on now - shhhh - it’s okay. Give me another minute or two. Can you do that?”

Looking down into those blue eyes helped as much as the reassuring words, and she felt a little calmer.

“Okay,” she whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Jon smiled. “Nothing to be sorry for babe. Just another minute now.”

Sara closed her eyes as he slid back out to finish freeing her, trying to control her breathing. She suddenly felt the pressure on her hair ease, and heard Jon saying she was free. He kept one hand on her hair as she backed out, to prevent any more dramas, but this time she stayed very low!

“Thank you.” She breathed, then smiled tremulously. “Sorry - I’m normally okay with confined spaces, but when I got stuck, I guess I just panicked. I know - I’m an idiot, but I guess you’ve figured that out by now!”

Jon laughed, but kindly “Baby, you’re not an idiot. You got scared, that’s all. Happens to everybody.”

“Mmm.” Sara wasn’t convinced, but she looked at Jon and a smile quirked her lips. “C’mere.”

“What?” But Jon leaned forward nonetheless, and Sara reached to wipe his lip where there was a smear of tomato, holding her thumb up to show Jon what she’d done.

He grinned and caught hold of her hand, then slowly licked the sauce off her finger before drawing her fingertip into his mouth, sucking gently. Sara smiled at the sensations evoked by the contact, but pulled away from Jon.

“Nuh-huh. Work to do!” And she scrambled to her feet before he could grab her again.

“You’re a hard taskmistress!” Jon complained, but he got to his feet. “Okay, what can I do?”

“Ummm” Sara tried to think what still needed to be done - her concentration was shot after just one brief touch from Jon - but she laid the rogue earring down on the dresser with it’s partner. “It’s actually nearly done. How are you with beds?”

He gave that predatory grin again, and she felt her heart pounding and knew her face had reddened.

“I’m great with beds……..or couches………or….”

“Okay - enough! I meant how are you at making beds?” She shook her head. “You’re incorrigible, aren’t you? What am I going to do with you?”

That made him chuckle, that low, dirty laugh that made her stomach clench in anticipation, but she got some fresh bedding from the closet, throwing the sheets at him.

“Here - make yourself useful.”

Jon shook out one sheet and laid it over the bed, then Sara was on the opposite side to help him smooth it out. When the bed was done, Jon threw himself on top of it, lying on his back and looking up at Sara.

“That was hard work. I’m not used to manual labour!” He joked, and Sara smiled at him.

“Awwww sweetie. Are you tired out? Do you need a nap?”

He nodded jokingly, and Sara stroked his hair back from his face soothingly.

“Okay, you just lie and rest then, baby. I’m gonna take that shower now.”

Instantly, Jon sprang off the bed. “I’m rested. Is there room for two in your shower?”

Sara laughed, coming around the edge of the bed to head for the bathroom, but Jon sidestepped to block her, and her laughter died away as he bent to kiss her. She pulled back.

“Jon, I’m filthy, and you’re wearing a white t shirt.” She tried to put him off, because she really felt dirty and unattractively sweaty. It backfired on her, though, as Jon just grinned and stripped off his shirt, dropping it to the floor.

“Is that better?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. Through her baggy t shirt, he could feel that she wore no bra, and he smiled, sliding his hands up under the shirt toward her breasts. Looking at her face, though, he saw she didn’t look happy.

“What’s wrong?” He left his hands under the shirt, but just holding her now as she looked down.

“I just feel really dirty.” She said quietly. “Not what you’re used to - am I?”

In response, Jon moved his hands again, pushing her shirt up and over her head and tossing it on top of his as he smiled down at her, thinking again how unbelievably insecure Sara was, and how much he wanted her. He gently ground his hips against her, letting her feel the hardness there.

“Baby, I don’t care if you’re dirty, but if it bothers you, we can just hit the shower now. Come on.”

He spun her around, pressing hard against her as he pushed her out of the bedroom door and through to the bathroom, nuzzling her bare neck. Sara giggled when his fingers found a ticklish spot on her side, and she pushed open the door as they got to the bathroom. Jon kicked the door shut behind them, then turned her again, his mouth seeking hers as he pressed her against the wall. She shivered at the feel of the cold tiles against her bare back, but relished the feel of the light covering of fur across his chest against her sensitive nipples.

Still holding her against the wall, Jon twisted away from her mouth for a second, looking over at the shower, then at the bath on the opposite wall. While he tried to decide which to go for, Sara was nibbling at the point of his jaw, running her teeth along toward his chin.

“We had a shower already,” he said, “how about a bath this time?”

Sara looked up from where she’d moved her head down to kiss his throat. “Only if we can have stars!” she told him, and Jon laughed.

“Okay then.”

She reached up to kiss him again, her hot tongue tasting his mouth, then she pushed him back so she could go over to the bath. Turning the taps on full, she leaned over to push the plug in, jumping when Jon unexpectedly ran his hand between her legs from behind. He caught her around the waist, pulling her up and back against him, rubbing his hard cock against her, and she twisted her head around to kiss him, even though he held her to stop her turning all the way around.

His fingers found the button on her shorts, and he flicked it open then slid the zipper down, running one hand inside, past her panties, so his fingers rasped through the short curls as his hand slipped deeper, searching for the hard little nub of flesh. Sara moaned when he touched her, and her head dropped back against his shoulder for a second as he skilfully played his fingers against her clit. She gyrated her hips, grinding back against his cock, and tried again to turn to face him.

He took his hand out of her panties, letting her turn around, kissing her as he felt her opening his jeans, then stepping back slightly. Watching each other’s movements, they removed what was left of their clothes, standing naked but not touching for a long moment. Sara raised her hands to his face, and Jon was enchanted by the way her breasts changed shape as she moved, then he wrapped his arms around her as they kissed, lifting her off her feet briefly. Setting her back down, he held her face tenderly, then drew back, rubbing his thumb over the wetness on her lip. Sara kissed the pad of his thumb, then bit on the edge of his thumbnail, licking his thumb before allowing him to slide it into her mouth.

Jon bent his head to her breast, softly blowing on a nipple and watching it harden almost instantly before he gripped it gently with his teeth, sucking on the point for a moment as Sara’s tongue fluttered against his thumb.

He slid his free hand down the curve of her back, pulling her closer, and feeling her hand on the back of his head, her fingers kneading his scalp. Sara’s fingers tightened on his hair, pulling him away from her breast and bringing his mouth back up to hers. Jon had both hands on her body now, one dexterously teasing her breasts while the other hand rested comfortably on her ass, holding her close, then he brought both hands to her waist again, lifting her. Sara knew what he wanted her to do, and she wrapped her legs around him, clinging on as he sank onto his knees on the tiled floor, easing her down onto her back and grinning when she gasped at the cold.

Sara stared up into his eyes as he entered her, watching his brilliant blue eyes darken as he felt her heat. Jon took his time, sliding into her as slowly as he could manage, dropping a soft kiss onto her lips as he reached as far into her as he could, then gliding back, his cock almost coming right out of her before he gently pushed home again. He could see a smile on Sara’s lips, as she settled into the unhurried rhythm, content to take it gentle and sweet this time. Jon kissed her again as he rocked forward, this time sliding his tongue into her mouth, matching the pace of his tongue to the deep, tender thrusts of his hips.

He felt Sara tighten her legs around him, raising herself slightly, and almost immediately he could feel her beginning to tighten around him as the different angle brought her closer to orgasm, and he involuntarily began to move faster. Jon broke the kiss now, raising himself onto his hands above her, and watching her as she watched him, seeing her bite her lower lip briefly, before he heard her whispering.

“Jon……..please………..oh, please……..Jon…”

“What is it baby?” He heard the rasp in his own voice as he teased her, and her reply was so quiet he had to drop forward to hear her, bringing his head to hers.

“…oh……..Jon………please…….” she looked right up into his eyes, and he could see the shine of tears in her lashes as she breathed almost inaudibly “Jon…..please…….harder….”

The wantonness of her words, and the naked passion in her eyes made him mad with lust, and Jon thrust into her harder, maybe a dozen times, before he felt her come at the same moment as he exploded inside her, arching his back with the ferocity of his orgasm, feeling her legs almost unbearably tight around his hips.

As they rocked slowly together, spending the last of their energy, Jon kissed her deeply, lingeringly as she held his shoulders, then he laughed softly, making her raise an eyebrow quizzically.

“I told you I liked you dirty.” He told her with a smile.