Chapter 20

Sara fought to control her voice as she tried to carry on the conversation with Paul, actually thankful that he was busy telling her all about his vacation, and all she had to do was occasionally respond. It was the first time she’d ever been glad that Paul was such a chatterbox - for once she didn’t mind that she could barely get a word in, but she struggled to focus on what he was saying as Jon’s even white teeth tugged on her nipple.

“Sorry, Paul - what was that?”

Her concentration wavered when she felt Jon’s hands on her knees, pushing them apart as he brought the point of his tongue slowly down her belly, his eyes fixed on hers again as he smirked up at her.

Jon moved so he was between Sara’s legs, now dragging his tongue up her inner thigh, feeling her free hand in his hair as she tried to stop him. He pulled her hand away, holding it prisoner as he looked up at her again, grinning at the pleading look in her eyes. Leaning forward, he managed to keep his eyes locked on hers as he drew his tongue across her hot, wet flesh, watching her squeeze her eyes shut and bite down hard on her lip in an attempt to stay silent. A tiny whimper came from deep in her throat as he repeated the action, this time curling his tongue briefly around her clit as he raised his head.

He crawled up her body, lowering his hips over her so the head of his cock brushed against her heat and sinking his mouth onto hers as he entered her, muffling her gasp before lifting his head again. Releasing the hand he still held, Jon brought one hand up to Sara’s head, leaning on his elbow as he caressed her hair. His other hand pushed underneath her back, and down under her buttocks until he could push her hips to a different angle, holding her there as he thrust into her, looking into her eyes and seeing that she couldn’t hold on much longer.

“Maybe you should hang up now.” He suggested, whispering in her ear then biting on the lobe, his tongue feeling the little hard spot where her ear was pierced.

With difficulty, Sara managed to tell Paul that there was somebody at the door, she’d have to go, and she waited until she heard him hang up before just dropping the phone, not even looking for the table as she clutched at Jon’s shoulders, moaning at him.

“Oh, you sonofa………..ohhhhhh…….”

She could hear his low, breathless chuckle in her ear, turning into a groan as she slid her hands down onto his ass, digging her nails in hard, and feeling the muscles bunching under her hands as he drove into her. His hand left her hair, grabbing onto the metal bar of the headboard, his knuckles whitening as she jammed her nails into his flesh again and he dimly heard her crying out through the blood rushing in his ears as he reached his own climax.

It seemed an age before either of them spoke again, both trying to make their minds function normally again. Jon rolled off Sara, lying on his back beside her, his hand still gripping the headboard above him as he panted.

Sara opened her mouth a couple of times before she could form any words, then managed to say, “Oh, you’re going to pay for that, Jon!”

Jon couldn’t even speak, just grinned, one of those self-satisfied, shit-eating grins that he did so well.

Something occurred to Sara, and she giggled, prompting Jon to turn his head to face her.

“What?”

“Oh, it just occurred to me. I watched one of your movies, a long while back, and you did something similar then.”

“Huh? Oh, that - Leading Man d’you mean?”

Sara nodded, still chuckling, and Jon turned on his side, putting one hand on her hip to pull her to face him.

“Yeah, but that was just work, baby. Believe me - this time was purely for pleasure!”

Sara continued to roll toward him, lying on her belly with her head on his bicep, face still turned to his. Jon finally released his hold on the headboard, running his fingers down the ridge of fine muscle either side of her spine, a touch meant to soothe, rather than excite. She smiled at him, rubbing her cheek against his arm as she closed her eyes.

“Anyway,” Jon said a while later, “What d’you mean you’ve watched one of my movies? Only one?” he joked.

She raised her head to look at him, pretending to be apologetic.

“Sorr-ee! A friend told me I should watch it - said you were really hot in it.”

“Who was this? Kay?”

“Nope.” Sara twisted around so she lay on her side again, pressed close to Jon. “You haven’t met her - okay, you’ve only met Kay! A friend called Dana. I think she’s a big fan of yours. Kay prefers Richie.”

“Does she now?” Now Jon rolled, lying facing Sara. “And who do you prefer?”

Sara pretended to consider. “Well……..I haven’t met Richie, so I can’t be sure!” But she kissed Jon before he could protest, then sat up, trying to smooth her hair back out of her face.

“I suppose I’d better get organised.” She said. “I need to get into work before Paul destroys the studio. You’ve probably got things to do, too, right?”

“Well, all I want to do is you, but there are some things I could take care of.” Jon lazily rubbed his hand up and down Sara’s back, and she arched her back at the contact.

“I need to shower.” She muttered, getting out of bed, and Jon watched her walk slowly across to the dresser to pick up a hair clip. For the first time, he noticed a set of tiny bruises on each of her hips, and was about to ask about them when he remembered where they’d come from. A smile settled on his lips at the memory, and he contented himself with watching Sara walk across the room and out of sight down the hallway, then lay back on the pillows.

She came back from the shower with her hair still clipped up, and Jon sat on the edge of the bed, just watching her, then stood up.

“Okay if I grab a shower?” He asked, and Sara nodded.

“Of course - you know where it is.”

After he’d showered, Jon dressed quickly, then found Sara in the kitchen, sipping coffee. He stole a drink from her mug - even though it had milk in - then sat on the edge of the kitchen table.

“Do you want a ride to the studio?”

“But I’ll need my car to get home - I’d be as well driving in, but thanks for the offer.”

Jon gave an almost shy smile. “I was thinking I could pick you up later……you don’t leave until tomorrow, right?”

“It’s really sweet of you, Jon, but what if somebody sees you? You know what’ll happen.”

He nodded grudgingly. “I suppose you’re right. So, when will I be able to see you again?”

“I’ll be here tonight, then I’ll be back on Thursday night. Not too sure what time, though.”

She came across to stand in front of him, and Jon pulled her close.

“I’ll miss you.” He was still keeping the whole Canada trip quiet, so he could surprise her at the wedding.

His hands were resting around her waist, and Sara pressed her lips to his forehead.

“I’m only going to be gone three days, Jon. It’s not that long.”

“Seems long to me. Hey - I’ve got an idea. Richie’s in town on the weekend - d’you want to meet him? You can decide who you like best!”

“I’d like that. Actually, I’d like to photograph both of you, but that’s just me. You seem to work well together.”

Jon grinned at her. “I’m sure that could be arranged. Just so long as you don’t want to photograph us both naked!”

Sara laughed and pulled herself free of his arms.

“And on that note, I really do need to get to work.” She kissed him, her mouth telling him how much she’d miss him, even if she wouldn’t say it.

They left the house together, going to their separate cars and driving off in different directions.