Chapter 29

“….and I don’t want to miss a thing…” Jon breathed as he reached the end of the song, and he could feel dampness on his shoulder, then Sara raised her head and he saw the wetness of her eyes.

Sara blinked hard as she bit on her lower lip, looking up into Jon’s eyes. She could feel tears break out of the corners of her eyes, trickling down her face as she smiled at him.

“Thank you.” She whispered, blinking again, and Jon smiled - not the full megawatt rockstar smile, but a soft, tender smile that made his eyes glow as he looked at her.

“You’re welcome.” He told her, as they continued to sway together, and Sara laid her head back on his shoulder, feeling Jon’s cheek resting against her hair.

After a few minutes more, Sara lifted her head again and pressed her lips against the hollow of Jon’s throat, and he dropped his head back with a sigh as she kissed him there. She could feel the roughness on her lower lip as her mouth touched the fur which was just visible in the open collar of his shirt. Dropping her head a little lower, Sara nuzzled her nose against the fur, inhaling his musky, masculine scent and feeling the heat start in her loins at the scent.

Bringing her head up again, Sara kissed his throat, working up as far as she could with her lips, then she brought her left hand around from his shoulder to the back of his head, lifting his head again and tilting his face forward to allow her to reach his soft lips with her own. They kissed long and deep, a kiss that was ardent yet tender, without real fire, but more a smouldering passion that built slowly as their bodies fitted close together. There were no wild gymnastics, but tiny movements as they pressed against each other, Jon’s hands coming together at the bottom of Sara’s back, while her fingers massaged his scalp.

They broke apart again, and Sara unbuttoned Jon’s shirt front, then his cuffs, all her movements slow and almost ritualistic as she pulled off one sleeve, walking around behind him and pulling the shirt across his back and off the other arm. She stepped across to the chair and laid the shirt on top of her jacket. As she took a sip of their wine, Jon came up behind her, kissing her bare neck before taking the glass out of her hand and setting it down on the table. He pulled her cami top over her head, his actions as slow and deliberate as Sara’s, then tugged at the velvet scrunchie around her hair, freeing it from the knot. Jon combed his fingers through her hair, which was still damp from the shower that morning, and Sara shivered slightly as the cold strands fell onto her bare back.

Sara picked up the wine again as Jon wound his arms around her waist, and she held the glass over her shoulder so he could take a sip, then had a little more herself, leaning back against Jon’s warmth. Looking down over her shoulder, Jon could see the red spot on her belly, where she’d been burned with the hot grease, and he lightly stroked the burn.

“Still sore?” He asked softly, and Sara shook her head.

Jon moved his hand again, now lower on her skin as he eased the button of her trousers open, then gradually slid down the zipper, pushing the fabric so it fell around her feet in an untidy tangle. Sara shifted her feet, pulling them free and standing in just her boots as Jon kissed her neck again. She turned around in the circle of his arms, and Jon kissed her briefly before moving back slightly and dropping to his knees. One at a time, he unzipped her boots, sliding them off her feet and dropping them carelessly atop her trousers. He kissed the burn on her belly then rose to his feet again, smiling down at her, and really just enjoying the view.

Sara tried not to fidget under his gaze, but she dropped her eyes to his waist, then unbuckled his belt and unfastened his suit pants so they fell to the floor, only slightly hampered by his half-formed erection. As Jon had done, she knelt, carefully removing his shoes and letting him step out of his pants as she slid her hands up his thighs, moving them around onto his ass. Jon reached back and took her hands, pulling Sara to her feet again, draping her arms around his neck then spreading his fingers across her back, kneading the muscles and watching her close her eyes.

Tenderly, Jon kissed the outer corners of Sara’s eyes, touching there with the tip of his tongue and leaving tiny spots of saliva as he tasted the salt of her tears lingering on the cool skin. The feel of her naked body against his just felt right, somehow, and Jon murmured in her ear.

“Come to bed, baby.”

“Hmmmm.” Sara sighed, eyes still closed, and dropped her forehead onto Jon’s chest wearily as the long day caught up with her.

He smiled and gently turned her around, putting his hands on her waist and guiding her to the bed, realising her eyes were still closed when she walked into the edge of the mattress, stopping with a bump. Jon thumped against her, and that made her eyes open as she felt the hardness prodding against her, and she sighed again, rubbing back against him.

Jon stripped back the cover and Sara crawled onto the mattress then flopped onto her side, eyes shutting as her head hit the pillow. Looking at her affectionately, Jon spoke softly.

“Are you tired baby?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Just want to sleep, then?”

“Nuh-uh.” She reached up for him without opening her eyes, a smile on her lips. “Come here, you. I’ll sleep later.”

Sliding into bed beside her, Jon pulled the cover over them both as Sara wrapped her hands around his face to kiss him. Jon brought his hand across under the cover onto her hip, then around to grip her buttock gently, using the pressure of his fingers to raise her leg so it lay over his own hip, content for the moment to just hold her close like that.

Sara could feel her tiredness ebbing slightly as they kissed, and the feel of Jon’s hand on her ass certainly helped. She dropped one hand from his face, going under his arm onto his back and gently scraping her fingernails down his spine. Jon arched his back a little, and now she could feel his hardness against her, and she moved up fractionally, angling her hips until she felt him probing at her pussy, then relaxing down so he slid gradually inside her, sighing as he filled her.

She pulled her head back so she could look at him, seeing the smile on his face as they lay locked together, not even moving.

“That feels so good.” She told him, blushing slightly as she continued. “I love the way you feel inside me.”

Jon tightened his fingers on her ass as he replied.

“That’s because I love being inside you, my sweet Sara.”

He flexed his back, moving gently against her, and Sara smiled, tightening herself around him as she drew her leg higher onto his hip and pulling him as deep inside as she could. Jon flexed his back again, drawing back ever so slightly then pushing deep within her again, just the smallest movement, then Sara mimicked his action gently, rocking against him.

Sara ran her fingers into his hair, pushing the strands back from his face so she could look into his blue eyes, then she smiled at him again.

“My knight in shining armour.” She whispered, and Jon grinned at her.

“What if I only saved you so I could have you for myself?”

As Sara replied, she could feel him moving deep inside her with a slow pressure that was more erotic than any of their wilder moments.

“I don’t care.” She said softly. “What if I only let you save me so I could have you for myself?”

Jon gave a soft laugh, little more than a gusty sigh.

“Good answer baby.”

Slowly, Jon slid down a tiny bit so he could reach her breast with his mouth, kissing the tip of her nipple so gently then sucking briefly on the hard point before moving back up, driving himself deep inside her again, still moving achingly slowly. Sara gave a languorous sigh, her fingertips pressing into the hard muscle of his lower back as she encouraged him, tightening herself around him as the ripples of pleasure spread through her, gradually building in intensity.

Still holding her leg high, Jon rolled his weight a little, bringing Sara onto her back and letting him push her thighs wide so he could thrust into her even more deeply. He heard her sigh again as he consciously kept his movements to a minimum, slow and deliberate as he brought his weight onto his elbows, hands flat on the mattress either side of Sara’s head. Jon closed his eyes, then Sara spoke.

“Look at me?” She murmured, and he opened his eyes again, blue gazing down into brown as they both smiled.

Now Jon changed the movement, still keeping it slow, but pulling back much further before sliding fully back into her heat, and he brought one hand down between them, searching out her hard clit and gently stroking with the ball of his thumb, pushing Sara ahead of him. She could feel what he was doing, but she knew he still wasn’t close himself.

“Jon? You…..”

He shook his head, still watching her beautiful eyes as his thumb continued it’s assault on her senses.

“You first.” He breathed. “I want you to cum first……..I want to watch you…..”

Sara bit on her lip at the eroticism of his words, and Jon smiled and kissed her softly before drawing his head away again, watching her face as his hips and hand moved against her, and he felt the first shuddering spasm start to hit, forcing himself to keep driving into her slowly, as much as he wanted to give in to his own need. She groaned as though in mortal agony as she came, the orgasm prolonged by Jon’s continued massaging of her clit until she was spent, panting helplessly as Jon still moved above her, the control he was exerting over himself only visible in the clenching of his jaw.

He kissed her again as her tremors stilled, Sara’s hot tongue twisting against his, and he brought up his hand, slippery with her juices, to cup one heaving breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple. At the same moment that he heard her moan, Jon could feel Sara tightening around him, and he made himself hold back, still moving leisurely.

As he raised his head, Jon felt Sara tilt her hips slightly, and he finally allowed himself to submit more to his own desire, driving into her as slowly as he could manage as Sara played her fingers down his back, tracing the ridges of muscle. Jon’s movements quickened now, as instinct took over from conscious thought, and he heard Sara moaning as his thrusts brought her to orgasm again, just before he felt the hot tide break from him to flood her, and he cried out as he came.

Jon dropped his head onto Sara’s shoulder, hearing her murmuring unintelligible sounds as she stroked his sweat-damp hair, her breath still sawing in her throat as she kissed the side of his face. After a moment, Jon raised his face to look at her and they kissed again before Jon rolled onto his side, pulling Sara with him as they snuggled together without saying a word.