Chapter 45

His lips sought the back of her neck as he eased her arms out of the dress so it lay gathered around her waist.

“Wait.” She whispered, rising to her feet to fully remove the dress, draping it on a chair to minimise the creases.

When she turned around again, Sara found Jon standing close by, his eyes sparkling as he reached out to touch her. He caught up the hair that still fell in a chestnut wave over one shoulder, flicking it back so he could see all of her. Jon sucked his lower lip in between his teeth as he gazed at her wordlessly, and Sara stretched out one hand, caressing his face, then her eyes lowered as she brazenly studied his body and the erection standing proudly before her.

“When did you say we need to leave?” She asked huskily, her hand smoothing across the muscled chest and tracing down the trail of fur toward his crotch.

“Not for a while………we’ve plenty of time……….” he repeated.

Sara took a step forward, her hand rising back up to his face, fingertips trailing along his cheekbone to his mouth, outlining his full lips. Jon put both hands on her waist, resting just above her hips, then he inched his hands upward until he cupped her breasts, thumbs caressing her nipples. Her touch on his mouth was almost unbearably tender, and he licked at his lips, catching her fingers in his teeth for a second. Sara smiled as he sucked lightly on a finger before releasing her again and bending his head to kiss her breast, tonguing a nipple. Sighing with pleasure, she gently touched his hard cock, closing her fingers lightly and slowly sliding her hand back and forth along the length of him.

Raising his head from her breast, Jon gave a crooked smile before covering Sara’s mouth with his own, slowly and voluptuously parting her lips and sliding his tongue deep into her mouth, the kiss a tantalising allusion to things yet to come. Her hand was still on his cock, stroking against him, and Jon found the curls at the base of her belly, raking his fingers down until he felt her heat. Sara moved her feet slightly, opening herself to his caress, letting Jon slide his hand further until he touched the hard bud which waited for him. He played his fingers against her, feeling her sharp intake of breath, then broke the kiss to whisper throatily.

“Come to bed.”

Smiling naughtily, Sara tightened her hand around his stiff cock, her hand sliding a little faster on him as she shook her head.

“Cum here.” She replied, and Jon grinned as he caught her meaning.

“Bad girl…..” he told her, his fingers teasing against her again as she slowed her hand again.

“Want me to stop?” She asked, knowing the answer when Jon chuckled softly, the sound ending in the softest of groans.

“Nuh-uh, baby, but I think I’m playing catch-up here…..let’s see who cums first, though….”

Sara giggled, then Jon drove the amusement from her mind as he brought his fingers across her clit, sliding them back across her entrance, to tease her, even as she tried to tilt her hips to let his fingers enter her. She struggled to control her reaction to his touch, and she was almost succeeding, feeling him trembling slightly as he held himself back from orgasm, fighting against her teasing, driving hand. Jon leaned in to kiss her, Sara’s tongue plunging into his mouth wildly, and he seized the advantage when he ran two fingers deep inside her, hearing her moan at the slightly rough treatment, her fingers tightening around him again. He flickered his thumb across her clit, and Sara retaliated by increasing the pace of her hand as Jon pushed her onward.

Now Jon groaned again, feeling the shaking in his thighs as he tried to hold back, but the motion of Sara’s hand, combined with her contractions around his hand as her orgasm began to spill over her were too much. As Sara came, feeling Jon’s other hand on her back, supporting her, she felt hot fluid splatter onto her thighs and felt Jon convulse as though he’d been punched in the gut. His hand kept moving against her, though, slowing gradually until Sara sagged back into the supporting hand on her back, looking into Jon’s eyes.

“Wow!” She breathed, her hand still gently holding his cock, and he gave her a lopsided, wasted grin.

“Yeah. Wow about covers it, babe.” Jon kissed her, a gentle, loving kiss. “Do you think we can score that as a draw, then?”

“Best of three?” Sara joked, and Jon gave an exhausted groan.

“I’m not as young as I used to be, baby. Give me ten minutes!”

Sara smiled up at him. “I’ll give you as long as you want.” And they both knew she wasn’t talking about sex, but making a deeper, though yet unspoken, commitment.

“Now I need to go shower again.” Sara pouted.

“You can shower at the hotel.” Jon suggested, but she shook her head.

“I will, but I can’t get dressed like this!” She pointed to the cum on her thigh, and Jon grinned.

“Whoops! Okay - let’s both take a quick shower.” He raised his hands. “Just a shower - I promise!”

Jon followed Sara down to the bathroom, where they both stepped into the shower, Sara knotting her hair on top of her head to keep it as dry as possible. Once they’d showered off the evidence and toweled themselves dry, Jon had no option but to put on his clothes from the previous night, since they were all he had. Sara, on the other hand, pulled on her jeans and a t shirt before opening an overnight bag, throwing in some underwear and clothes for the next day, then finding her makeup bag, dropping that in. She looked in the closet for shoes to go with the dress, finding black evening sandals but none to match the dress which she’d put into a carrier.

“What do you think?” She brought the black ones out to show Jon. “I don’t have any dark red - think black’ll do?”

“Well, bring them anyway, and we’ll see if we can find a pair to match your dress. How’s that?”

“Find a pair where?”

“Honey, the hotel is on Madison Avenue - I’m sure we can find you a shoe store.”

“I’m sure we can, but not at the kind of prices I want to pay!”

Jon smiled at her, shrugging, looking almost embarrassed.

“I’ll buy them for you.” He held up a hand to forestall argument. “I want to. Please?”

Sara sighed, her independent nature rebelling against her heart, which was telling her to just do whatever made him happy. It was a slightly alien feeling for Sara - she normally tried to do what other people wanted, because it was the easiest thing to do. Now, though, with Jon, she found that she wanted to make him happy, not just keep the peace.

“Okay. So long as they’re not too expensive, I guess I can always use another pair of shoes.”

“What woman can’t?” Jon asked with a grin. “So - you ready to go?”

“I guess so. Hmmm - if we’re getting a cab, hadn’t we better call for one?!”

“Yeah, s’pose so. Lemme get your bag.”

As Sara called a local cab firm, Jon zipped her bag closed and picked it up, along with the dress. He carried them through to the living room, waiting by the couch until Sara came through.

“Be about ten minutes, which gives me a chance to put my boots on.”

She carried a pair of cowboy boots, and quickly put them on before picking up her car keys, since the house key was on the same ring.

“Got everything?” Jon asked as she threw her cellphone into a bag.

“I think so. Did you rescue your phone from wherever you threw it?”

“Uhm….no, I didn’t. Just a sec.”

Jon disappeared back to the bedroom, finding his phone on the floor just as Sara yelled along the hallway that the cab had arrived. When he got back, he found her standing by the open front door, holding her bags. He took them out of her hand, ignoring her protest, and headed for the cab, leaving Sara to close and lock the door.

Sara turned the key in the lock, then jogged down to the cab, getting there just as Jon threw her bags into the trunk and slammed the lid. He held the door open for her in a gentlemanly way, but there wasn’t much gentlemanly about the hand that slapped her ass as she stepped in. Joining her in the backseat, Jon answered when the driver asked where they were going.

“Four Seasons.”

He saw the driver looking at him in the mirror, seeming to recognise him, but the guy didn’t say anything, just pulled away from the kerb.

The morning - the rather late morning - was sunny, and Jon winced as a particularly bright shaft of light flashed into the cab.

“Are you okay?” Sara asked, putting a hand on his knee.

“Fine. It’s just my eyes - I don’t have any sunglasses, and my eyes can’t cope with real bright light.” He took her hand in his. “I’ll just look at you instead.”

“Or you could just close your eyes - probably the most sensible thing to do. Don’t hurt your eyes, sweetie - I love them blue - don’t want them all red and bloodshot!”

Jon laughed quietly, but dutifully closed his eyes, resting his head on the seat back without letting go of Sara’s hand. Relaxing in the seat, Jon actually fell asleep, and Sara only realised when his head rolled to the side, coming to rest on her shoulder. She smiled, but just let him sleep for the rest of the ride, until she saw the easily recognised front entrance of the hotel appear in the distance. Squeezing his hand, she spoke quietly.

“Jon? Baby, wake up. We’re nearly there.”

“Hmmmmm? Oh, man, was I asleep? I’m sorry, babe.”

“Don’t worry about it - I know, you’re not getting any younger - you need your little naps.”

“Hey!” He pretended affront, then leered at her. “You’ll pay for that one!”

“I hope so - why do you think I said it?”

Laughing, Jon straightened up in the seat, reaching his cellphone out of his pocket. He dialled Richie’s number as the cab got stuck at the traffic light, quickly bringing him up to speed on their plans, and telling him they’d be there in a few minutes.

“Hold on.” Jon turned to Sara. “Richie wants to know if you want anything from room service? He’s just about to call them.”

“Coffee?”

Jon grinned - he should’ve known. “Yeah, Rich - the lady wants coffee. Okay - see you in a few.”

He hung up just as the cab pulled in at the front of the hotel, and he paid the driver before getting out and taking Sara’s hand to help her from the seat. The bellman got the bags from the trunk, and Jon led Sara inside, still holding onto her.

“What about my bag?”

“Baby - this is the Four Seasons. You don’t carry your own bags - they’ll take them to the room. Let’s go up and see Richie, have a coffee, then we’ll go see if we can find you some shoes.”