Chapter 26

Sara leaned in to kiss his throat, running her tongue up over his chin to his mouth, pulling away before he could kiss her lips, licking along his jawline to his ear again.

“Tell me………” she breathed throatily, praying he would, because she wanted him inside her almost as much as he wanted to be there.

“Kiss me…..” he breathed in return, and she gave in to that, bringing her lips down onto his, feeling his tongue invade her mouth, but keeping her grip on his wrists.

When they came up for air they were both smiling, and Jon tried to pull his hands free, but Sara was stronger than he’d realised, and she managed to keep him pinned. She grinned again, arching her eyebrows at him in a silent repetition of her question, and Jon had to laughingly concede defeat.

“Okay - you win! Ryan.”

“Who? Oh - Ryan? Ryan Walker? No way.”

As she spoke, Sara accidentally relaxed her grip on Jon’s wrists, and he quickly pulled free, taking Sara’s wrists and flipping her onto her back on the bed. He raised himself over her, still holding her wrists onto the mattress, and saw a moment of panic in her eyes at the restraint, quickly replaced by excitement as she tried to reach her mouth up to his.

Jon kept himself just out of her reach, grinning wickedly as he brushed the head of his cock against her, turning the tables on her. She purred at him as she raised one leg, rubbing the inside of her thigh against his hip, trying to hook her leg over him and pull him down, but he twisted clear, pinning her hands down harder above her head. Sara gasped at the pressure, and Jon instantly loosened his grip.

“Did I….” he was about to say ‘hurt you?’, but Sara took advantage of his carelessness, pulling her shoulders off the mattress and rolling them both over again, landing on top of Jon.

“Sucker!” She giggled at him, but she didn’t want to play games any longer, and she let him pull her down onto his stiff cock, still giggling as he entered her with a groan.

She bent forward to kiss him again, and Jon grabbed handfuls of her hair as he flipped them over again, penetrating her even deeper as his weight came down on top of her. His hands were still tangled in her hair when he raised his head, and Sara’s hands wrapped under his arms, fingers digging into his shoulders as Jon reared back, straightening his arms and using the strength of his back and thighs to drive himself deeply inside her, the intensity of his thrusts destroying any last vestige of self-control Sara had left. She brought her hands swiftly up to his head, seizing his hair and pulling his mouth onto hers, biting his bottom lip then allowing his tongue to plunge into her mouth in a kiss which mirrored the violence of his thrusting hips.

Jon knew he was getting close to orgasm, but he could feel that Sara wasn’t ready, and he tried to bring his hand down between their bodies, running his fingers down her side and her hip until he touched her thigh. As his fingers touched the emerging bruise on her thigh, though, he felt her draw in a breath and tighten around him at the pain, and he looked into her eyes as he touched the bruise again, seeing she was at that point where pleasure and pain were indistinguishable. Deliberately, he pressed on the bruise, and he could feel her pulsate around him as she started to lose herself in orgasm, and now he let himself go, thrusting again and again until he felt the hot flood break from him, both of them crying out as they came.

Motionless above Sara, his cock still buried to the hilt in her, Jon looked down into those brown eyes, seeing a tremulous smile emerge as Sara looked back up at him, slightly shell-shocked. Slowly, he withdrew himself from her, and Sara could feel the emptiness where he had been as he sank onto his side on the mattress. She rolled to lie against him, holding his head to her shoulder as he hugged her, his lips moving on her skin as he smiled.

“Now that’s how to wake up in the morning.” He said, his voice hoarse with the exertion.

“I have to admit,” Sara told him, “It’s almost better than coffee.”

Jon’s head pulled back from her as he looked up at her, bemused. “Only almost?” he asked, and she grinned at him, her face belying the teasing words.

“Oh, okay - definitely better than coffee.”

A little longer they lay, holding each other close, then Sara glanced over at the clock and sighed.

“As much as I’d love to lie here with you all day, baby, I have to get ready for work, although how I’m going to concentrate today, I don’t know!”

She sat up and looked down at Jon. It was difficult to force herself onto her feet, when he was lying gazing at her like that, a faint smile on his lips and those blue eyes sparkling, but she managed to stand up, feeling him watching her as she turned to walk to the bathroom.

Jon lay back on the mattress as she vanished, then he heard the shower running and smiled. He rolled off the bed, onto his feet, and walked over to the bathroom door, pushing it open and stepping inside. The shower cubicle was filled with steam, and he could only dimly see Sara, but he slid open the door and stepped inside.

Hands in her hair, covered with suds, Sara squinted at Jon.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He put his hands over hers, rubbing the shampoo into her hair. “I just wanted to help you get ready.”

He kissed her nose, making a face at the taste of the shampoo running down her face. “Can I scrub your back?”

Without waiting for her answer, he picked up the sponge, squeezing on some shower gel then lifting her hair to start scrubbing her shoulders and upper back. Sara gave a soft groan of pleasure, resting her hands on the shower wall and arching her back into the pressure as Jon rubbed the sponge hard between her shoulder blades.

“Ohhhhh that feels good.”

“So do you.” Jon replied, putting his hand on her belly, feeling her slippery with the foam, but the touch was chaste and tender, devoid of any sexual intent, and Sara brought one hand off the wall, lacing her fingers through Jon’s.

“Why are you so nice to me?” She murmured, and Jon chuckled.

“I could ask you the same thing, babe. Okay, I think you’re clean now, c’mere.”

Turning Sara around, he stood her under the jets of water and rinsing the soap from her hair and body as she smiled up at him. Jon squeezed the water from her hair, then stepped back when she raised the soapy sponge.

“Oh, no. I don’t think sparkles are a good look on me. I’ll grab a shower back in my own room.”

Sara looked at the faintly pink sponge.

“You may be right. Might be a bit of a giveaway if we both smelled the same, too!”

She turned off the shower and they both stepped out, Jon snugging a towel around Sara, then giving himself a quick dry off with another.

“Not that I want to go, but I guess I’d better get outta here before too many people are about.” He told her, and Sara nodded.

“I don’t want you to go, either, but you don’t need the gossip.”

Jon took hold of the towel and pulled her to him for a kiss.

“Honey, it would probably do my reputation no end of good to be seen leaving a beautiful woman’s room at this time of the morning. I’m thinking of your reputation, though. You know, cold, hard bitch and all that!” He ducked as she swung at him with a laugh.

“Pig!” She called after him as he went back into the bedroom, and she could hear him laughing at her as he pulled on his clothes.

Rubbing her hair with a towel, Sara came back into the bedroom as Jon was buttoning his shirt, and he threw a smile her way as he sat to pull on his boots. Smiling back, Sara picked up the brush and started running it through her wet hair, then twisted it tightly and secured it in a knot behind her head, smoothing the strands down. In the mirror, she saw Jon come up behind her, and he folded her into his arms, kissing the bare neck.

“So…..what are you wearing today?” He asked, resting his chin on her shoulder and smirking at her in the mirror.

“My usual when I’m working. Black trousers, shirt - actually, maybe a strappy top, since it’s warm - and boots.”

“What about underwear?” Jon persisted, nipping at her neck where it joined her shoulder.

“Well, yeah, I normally wear underwear.”

He brought his mouth to her ear. “Don’t.” He whispered, and she cocked her head.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t wear any……..I want to be able to look at you and know……..nobody else will know……..”

Sara blushed, but she nodded.

“If you want……..but how the hell am I meant to concentrate on work when you’re watching me?”

Jon flipped the edge of the towel to expose her thigh.

“I promise not to watch……..much!” His fingers touched her gently, then he pulled away. “Shit! I’d better go before I rip that towel off you again.”

He kissed her quickly then went for the door as she giggled. A quick check through the peephole to make sure the corridor looked empty, then Jon cautiously opened the door and looked out.

“Looks like the coast’s clear. Don’t forget, now! See ya babe!” And he was gone.