Chapter 39

By now, his fingers had verified her statement, and he lightly dragged a knuckle across her most sensitive flesh, making Sara gasp. With his left hand, Jon pushed on her shoulder so Sara slid down in the seat, her knees falling wider apart as she moved, and her skirt riding right up to her waist now, exposing the flat plain of her belly and the soft nest of curls at the base.

“Jon………not here…….” Sara said, her voice catching in her throat.

Teasingly, Jon brushed his fingertip over her clit as he responded. “No? Then how about here?” He pressed the very tip of his middle finger inside her. “Or here?”

“Jon……..oh, you rotten………”

Her voice trailed off into a soft moan as he pushed his finger fully inside her, the action conveniently bringing his thumb onto her clit and making Sara squirm against his hand as he rolled his thumb slowly across her, the angle of her hips making it both difficult for her to escape him, and giving Jon the freedom to explore her.

“Jon…….stop………” she protested weakly. “What if somebody comes?”

With that maddening soft chuckle, Jon pulled his hand back slightly, but only so he could slide another finger inside of her, his thumb now describing slow circles around her clit.

“That’s pretty much the idea, baby.” He grinned at her, but Sara’s eyes were closed as she tried to fight against the sensations, her body tense.

“Relax, sweetheart…….the parking lot’s empty………nobody here but us.”

Sara opened her eyes, glancing around and seeing that Jon was right. His face was close to hers as he smiled at her, and she could see his pupils dilated by the darkness and by his desire. As his fingers moved inside her, stroking forward, she gave a tiny whimper, and now Jon grinned before crushing his lips onto hers, his tongue forcing into her mouth as he pushed harder with his thumb and she gasped again.

Jon eased the pressure of his thumb now, not wanting to push her over the edge just yet, just gently stroking his thumb against her as they kissed. Leaving her lips, he kissed his way down her throat and onto her neck, biting ever so gently and hearing her groan, contracting around his fingers at the mild pain. Sara wound her fingers into his hair, pulling his head up so she could look at him.

“I want you.” Her voice was low and husky as she spoke, and Jon drew his bottom lip in between his teeth before he answered.

“I want you, too, baby girl, but you need a bigger car! I’ll settle for watching you come for me. For now, anyway.”

He moved his fingers inside her again, drawing them slowly down and forward, across that most sensitive spot before pushing back inside and resuming his thumb’s steady and methodical motion, not hurrying, but just driving her slowly crazy and backing off when he felt her ready to come. Sara was aching, desperately wanting him inside her, the frustration too much to be contained, and she opened her mouth to groan again. Jon kissed her, his tongue driving into her mouth as he started to move his hand again, drawing her closer to orgasm this time, then she felt his hand moving away from her and she moaned a protest.

One hand still tangled in Jon’s hair as they kissed, slippery tongues goading each other, Sara brought her other hand onto Jon’s shoulder, following down until she reached his wrist and pushing his hand closer to her again. He resisted for a moment, until she broke the kiss to whisper brokenly.

“Please…..”

Jon grinned crookedly at her, wishing there was just a little more space in the car, because he was so hard with wanting her that it hurt, and all he wanted was to be inside her heat and wetness. The pleading look in her eyes was enough to make him give in, though, and he smiled as he let her bring his hand close, starting to stroke against her again. His own self-control was tested to the limit when Sara left her hand on his as he skilfully teased her on to orgasm, the sensuality of the gesture overwhelming.

Just as he felt her starting to come, Jon saw Sara’s mouth open as she drew in a breath, and he covered her lips with his own mouth, stifling the cry as she shuddered against him, her fingernails unconsciously digging into his hand.

Her movements grew slower and more languorous, and her kiss became softer as the tremors faded away, then she ran her hand back up Jon’s arm to cup his face tenderly. Slowly, Jon withdrew his hand from her, his fingers slick with her juices, and Sara leaned her head back so she could look up into his eyes.

“Oh, my….” she breathed, and Jon chuckled at the destroyed look in her eyes, kissing the tip of her nose.

“Yeah.” He replied, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a handkerchief. “Don’t move, baby.”

Jon wiped his hand, then tenderly dried Sara, so she wouldn’t mark her dress. The thoughtfulness and the gentle touch were almost enough to make her come again, and she sighed as Jon finished. Sara tried to push herself upright in the seat again, but her arms felt weak, and Jon had to help her as she laughed softly. She did manage to tug her dress back down over her thighs, though, as Jon sat back in his own seat, grinning.

“You look pleased with yourself. Like the cat that….” Sara broke off as she realised what she was about to say and started to laugh.

Jon cocked an eyebrow at her with that trademark smirk. “Go on - say it! I know what you’re thinking. Say it!”

“The cat that got the cream.” She giggled.

“Oh, yeah. That I did, baby, that I did. Miaow.”

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and Sara glanced down, for the first time seeing how hard he was.

“Oh, baby…..” She touched his face gently, then ran her hand down his chest toward his waist.

Jon caught her hand. “I can wait, baby, but not if you do that. Let’s go home.”

“Are you sure? We could…….oh, I’ve got a great idea……..or a naughty idea, depending on your point of view. Trust me?”

“Hell, yeah.” Jon answered, intrigued, then puzzled when Sara dragged her sandal off the backseat and put it back on.

“I thought you couldn’t drive in those?”

“No, I can, but I don’t normally.”

Starting the engine, Sara turned on the headlights and drove out of the lot, heading for home. Jon was familiar enough with the neighbourhood now that he realised she’d driven past her street, heading out of the built-up area before turning into a parking area by the woods. It was deserted, as you’d expect late at night, and Jon began to grin as he thought he may know what she was thinking. Sara swung the car into a spot and turned off the engine then looked at Jon.

“Well?” She said, “Do you feel like a little walk in the woods?”

“In those heels?” Jon asked, gesturing at her sandals.

“No, you can keep your own shoes on.” Sara joked. “I’ll wear these - they don’t go with your outfit.”

They unbuckled seat belts and got out of the car, Sara flicking the interior light so it would stay on to let them find the car again. She came around the car and took Jon’s hand, leading him into the woods with a naughty smile on her face. Jon’s hard on had abated slightly, but the look in her eyes stiffened him again as she led him among the trees, and watching her long legs flashing pale in the moonlight made him harder still.

He couldn’t wait any longer, and they were deep in the woods when he saw a large tree and guided Sara toward it, turning her to face him and kissing her as he pushed her against the trunk. Thankfully, the tree was smooth-barked, so Sara leaned back against it, hands going to Jon’s belt and tugging at the buckle then unfastening his pants and pushing them down over his ass.

Sara closed her hand around him, feeling the heat of him, and Jon grabbed her skirt, yanking it up to her waist for the second time that night. The heels were making her too tall, and Sara spread her legs wide, supporting herself against the tree as she guided Jon’s cock into her entrance. He was so hard that Sara gasped as he filled her, he felt bigger than before, almost the way it had felt the very first time, and she held him close as he bucked against her.

Jon grunted as he drove into Sara, his hands on the tree behind her, and his face buried in her neck. He felt her hands on his ass, urging him on, but he didn’t need the encouragement, crying out hoarsely as he came with an intensity that drained his strength. Long moments passed before he raised his head from her neck, looking up at her and seeing tears in her eyes.

“Oh, Jesus - did I hurt you, Sara?” Jon realised he’d been oblivious to everything but the feel of her around him, her heat and that perfume driving conscious thought from his brain.

“Nuh-uh.” Sara shook her head gently. “Not pain, baby, just the opposite.” She grinned lopsidedly as she looked at him. “Damn, you’re good!”

Now Jon could feel her pulsing around him, and hear her harsh breathing in the aftermath of her orgasm, and he chuckled softly.

“Why, thank you, ma’am.” He managed to say, and Sara stroked his damp hair back from his face before kissing him gently.

As his strength returned, Jon pushed his hands against the tree, pulling away from Sara who stood with her eyes closed, head resting back on the tree. Their movement against the trunk had loosened her hair, and long strands had escaped to lie on her shoulders. Jon pulled his pants back up and zipped them, then eased Sara’s skirt back down into place.

“Your hair’s coming down.” He said, lifting the loose locks and trying to smooth them back, then stopping suddenly.

“Shit! Did I do that?”

“Do what, Jon?” Sara opened her eyes slowly, seeing him look horrified.

“That.” He stroked one finger across the top of her shoulder, and Sara could feel a tenderness, but couldn’t turn her head far enough see what he was talking about.

“What is it?”

“I bit you.” He murmured, looking at the double row of tiny bruises from his teeth.

“Did you?” She ran her own fingers across, feeling the tender spot, then looking at her fingers. “Well, I’m not bleeding, so you didn’t break the skin.”

Jon pressed his lips against the bite mark, kissing it tenderly, and Sara laid her head against his for a moment.

“Come on, let’s go back to the car.” She whispered, and Jon gave a final kiss to her shoulder and straightened up.

Taking Sara’s hand, he started back to the car, his legs still a little unsteady and the thick underbrush not helping.

“It’s cold now, isn’t it?” Sara said beside him, and Jon immediately stopped and shrugged out of his suit jacket, draping it around her shoulders.

“Better?”

“Mmmmm.”

Sara pulled the jacket close around her, enjoying the residual warmth of his body and savouring his scent on the fabric as they walked back to the car. They managed to find it by following the dim light from the interior, and climbed back in tiredly. As Sara leaned forward to start the engine, she glanced up at the mirror, then paused and pulled Jon’s jacket away from her neck, revealing a perfect impression of his teeth.

“Wow!” She said, and Jon rubbed his hands across his face.

“I am so sorry, Sara. I didn’t even know I’d done that.”

She laughed and pulled the jacket back onto her shoulder.

“You were just getting me back for those scratches, weren’t you?”

Still laughing, she started the car and drove away, heading for home.