Chapter 18

Early in the morning, Sara was wide awake. It was five in the morning, and the sun was only just beginning to creep into the bedroom, but she just couldn’t lie in bed any longer. She threw back the blanket and went through to the kitchen to start the coffee. Not as though she needed it to wake her up today, but habit made her do it anyway.

Going back toward the bedroom to get her book, Sara heard a faint buzz, and realised it was her cellphone, telling her she had a text message. She picked it up from the bedside table and opened the message, laughing as she read ‘ Are you awake yet? J ’. Smiling, Sara hit reply and simply texted back ‘Yep’. Moments later, the phone rang as a call came in. Jon.

“Hey! I didn’t know if you’d be up yet, so I didn’t want to call.”

“Why are you awake so early?” She asked.

“I don’t know. Guess I just couldn’t wait to see you. Can I come over? Take me about an hour, by the time I have a quick shower.”

“Yeah, that’s fine, baby. I’ll be here! Just give me a quick call when you’re nearly here, so I can make sure I’m decent.”

Jon gave a low laugh. “Hell, no. Just make sure you’re indecent when I get there! Okay, I’ll see you soon babe. Bye.”

Hanging up the phone, Jon headed to the bathroom, singing softly to himself as he showered. Drying off, he pulled on his jeans and a pale blue t shirt, then shoved his feet into a pair of running shoes. He gathered up his car keys and phone, then made his way quietly downstairs and let himself out of the front door.

Sara had also hit the shower, and took the time to dry her hair before doing a quick check on the fridge to figure out what she could make for breakfast. She was sitting on the couch, drinking coffee, when her cellphone rang again.

“So - are you decent?” Jon’s voice asked.

“Of course.”

“Shit! Well, I’ll be there in about ten minutes, so I suggest you go get yourself indecent!” And with that, he hung up, leaving Sara giggling.

She finished the last mouthful of coffee, then went to clean her teeth again, to get rid of the coffee smell. Looking in the bathroom mirror, she wasn’t displeased by what she saw. Her hair looked okay, soft and shiny, and all she wore was her black dragon robe. She tugged at the front of it, until it was only just covering her, then she had a better idea.

Running through to the bedroom, she searched her closet for a nightgown that Kay had given her for Christmas a few years before, back when Kay was desperately trying to get Sara to find a man. It had never been worn, and Sara couldn’t even bring herself to throw it away, in case someone saw it. Maybe today was the day to wear it though.

She found it at the back of a drawer, still with it’s VS tag, and she quickly pulled the tag off. There was a tiny thong with a matching nightie - according to the tag a ‘flyaway babydoll’. She dropped the black robe to the floor, pulled on the thong, then slipped her arms through the straps of the babydoll, tying the thin strap at the front. Looking in the mirror, Sara blushed at the outfit. The embroidered bra top of the gown was held together by the strap, but that was all that was covered, really. The thin silvery fabric billowed open at the front every time she moved, showing the silver thong with the black embroidery to match the top. She hesitated, about to change again, when the doorbell rang.

“Shit!” She looked again. “Oh, to hell with it!”

Slamming the closet door behind her, she ran to the front door, checking through the peephole to make sure it was Jon before she opened the door. Not likely it would be anybody else at this time of the morning, but she really didn’t want the postman getting an eyeful! It was Jon, and she took a deep breath before unlocking the door, staying behind it as she pulled it open to let him in.

As he walked in, Jon couldn’t quite see Sara, but he smiled anyway, turning to speak as she closed the door again.

“Good morn………..holy fuck!” He couldn’t quite believe what she was wearing. “Where did you get that?!”

“I was given it for Christmas a few years ago. Is it okay?” She tried in vain to pull the front together, but Jon grabbed her hands.

“Okay? You look amazing! I know I said indecent, but, Jesus!”

As he spoke, he was pushing her back against the wall, still holding onto her hands, and a slow smile spread across her face.

“So you like it?”

“Oh, yeah” he said thickly. “Oh yeah, I like it, baby.”

Holding her pinned to the wall, Jon kissed her, slipping his tongue between her teeth and tasting the fresh mint in her mouth. Sara’s tongue slid across his, and she tried to free her hands, to lift them to his face, but Jon wouldn’t let them go, keeping her captive as he leisurely explored her mouth. When he’d had enough of her mouth, Jon pulled back, still not letting her go as he kissed that notch between her collarbones, right at the base of her throat, hearing Sara sigh as he opened his lips to lick her skin.

“So,” he said, looking at the thin ribbon between her breasts, “Is that all that’s holding this thing together?”

“Mm-hm. That’s all.”

Sara watched as Jon, looking up into her eyes, dropped his head again, using his tongue to gather up one end of the ribbon before biting on it, then gradually easing his head away, pulling the bow apart and seeing the gown split wide open.

He smiled at Sara, who was trying again to free her hands, but he held on, using his lips to push the gown off one breast until he could reach her nipple with his mouth. Sara moaned softly as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, stroking the hard point with his tongue, then pushing at the other side of the gown until both her breasts were bared. He buried his face between her breasts as he let go of her hands, gripping her waist and lifting her up until she wrapped both legs around his waist.

Now that her hands were free, Sara caught him by the hair, pulling his face up until she could kiss him, and as their tongues tangled together, Jon held her close, walking to the bedroom with Sara clinging onto him. The nightie ended up on the floor somewhere in the hallway, and when they reached the bedroom, Jon tossed Sara onto the mattress, where she lay watching as he stripped off his shirt and shoes, and she nibbled on the corner of her lip when he opened his jeans and pushed them to the floor.

Naked now, Jon crawled onto the bed beside her, running his tongue up her neck and biting on her ear. When his hand moved down her flank, he felt another ribbon, and looked down, noticing for the first time that the thong was also fastened with ribbons.

“Now, that’s handy.” He growled softly, tugging on the ribbons on either side of her hips so the thong fell apart, leaving her as bare as he was.

Before Jon could move, Sara pushed him over onto his back and lithely straddled him, keeping herself above him on hands and knees as she looked down on him, then leaning down to touch the tiny mole on his right cheek with her tongue. Jon caught a handful of her hair and pulled her mouth onto his, feeling her tongue on the roof of his mouth, and he brought his other hand slowly up between her legs, slipping a finger into her heat and flicking his thumb over her clit so she squirmed against him.

She moved her head down, returning the favour and sucking on his nipple, then biting down just hard enough to make his hand tighten on her hair. Jon retaliated by now sliding two fingers inside her, and pushing more insistently with his thumb, and he felt her back arch before she raised her head from his chest.

He pulled his hand from her pussy, bringing it up onto her hip as he pushed her down, burying his rigid shaft inside her in a single motion. Both his hands were now on her hips, and Sara brought her hands onto his forearms, pulling herself onto him as hard as she could, her knees spread wide apart by his hips. Letting Jon control the rocking of her hips, she leaned back, now supporting herself with arms behind her, braced on his legs, and the new tilt of her pelvis brought her almost instantly to orgasm. Jon held onto her hips as she came, watching her head drop back so far that her long hair was brushing his hands. As the first storm passed, she raised her head again, looking down on him with bemused eyes, then sinking forward to kiss him, hips still moving rhythmically as her knees gripped him tightly.

Shifting his grip slightly, Jon rolled them both over, so Sara now lay beneath him, and she moved her knees enough to let her cross her ankles behind him, opening herself even further to his penetration. As Jon thrust down into her, Sara deliberately tightened around him, hearing him groan at the added pressure as he pushed forward. She could feel her next orgasm building as Jon’s pace quickened and she heard herself whimpering. The sound seemed to goad Jon, and she felt him come inside her, flooding her with heat, then his final, brutal thrust made her come again, and she clenched her knees around him in ecstasy.

The motion of their bodies gentled now, just the barest movement of Jon’s hips against her, and Sara kissed his lips as he moved above her, eyes closed and a satisfied smile on his beautiful lips. Finally, he stopped moving and opened his eyes, seeing the tears on her face as she smiled up at him, and wiping them tenderly with his thumbs.

Still with Jon buried deeply inside Sara, they rolled together onto their side, murmuring soft endearments as they lay with their heads together on the mattress. Sara smiled as she felt him softening inside her, no longer filling her, and she ran her fingertips along his sculpted cheekbone.

“I guess you really did like my nightie, huh?” She joked, and Jon opened his eyes to look at her.

“What do you think?” He asked, and she just laughed.