Chapter 50

Now Sara broke away from him, heading along into the bedroom, and Jon followed with long, swift strides, swinging that door closed, too, but with the presence of mind to hook a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the outer handle. Sara was waiting for him, standing in the middle of the room and biting on her lip as he came in. His shirt was hanging loose, and her hands running through his hair had left it dishevelled, and the overall effect was to make him look somewhat wild and almost dangerous, especially with the heated look in his eyes. He kicked off his boots as he looked at her, dropping the boots where he stood.

“Come here.” He growled softly, and Sara moved without conscious intention, responding to the command in his tone and walking slowly across to stand in front of him, Jon taking the final step to bring them together.

“You’re taller than me.” Jon murmured, and Sara smiled.

“I could take my shoes off.”

Jon grinned, one hand stroking her bare leg below the hem of her dress, then he looked deeply into her eyes.

“I’d rather you took your dress off. Actually, I’d rather I took your dress off for you. Don’t move.”

He moved around until he stood behind Sara, moving the errant locks of hair over her shoulder again so he could reach the zipper. She tipped her head forward as Jon stroked the back of her neck, then he gradually slid the zipper all the way down, baring her back as he’d done back at Sara’s house. Like the first time, he eased the dress forward, over her shoulders, then pushing it down over her hips so she stood before him, naked but for her shoes. Jon turned her to face him, taking in the fiery look in her eyes, then Sara dropped her gaze, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

Her hair had fallen to cover her face, and Jon swept it back, holding it there while Sara opened his shirt, only letting go when she tried to pull his shirt over his arms. His cock was straining at his pants, and Sara brushed her fingers softly over the bulge, smiling at him before bringing her fingers to his belt. Jon caught her hand now, leading her over to the bed before they went any further.

“Babe,” he said, “I don’t have much self-control left right now. Tonight’s been like seven hours of foreplay, watching you in that dress, and you touching me like that really doesn’t help.”

“And who said I wanted you controlled?” Sara sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at him now. “You think tonight’s been easy for me? No panties, and knowing that you know? Foreplay is right.”

As she spoke, Sara unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, leaving Jon to push them to the floor while she shuffled herself further onto the bed, still wearing her high heels. Jon stood between her feet, looking down at her, then he lowered himself onto his knees on the bed, leaning down on his elbows to kiss her. Sara reached up one hand to his cock, needing to touch him, wanting him badly. Jon held himself above her, until Sara pulled away from his mouth.

“Jonny……” he was startled to hear Sara call him that - until now she’d always called him Jon. “Baby, please, I want to feel you inside me. Now. I need to feel you. I can’t wait any longer.”

He wasn’t even in the mood to tease, he couldn’t wait either, and he dropped lower, letting Sara guide him, gasping at the heat of her as he sank in as deeply as he could. Sara gave a blissful sigh as he slid into her, and for the longest moment neither of them moved, just staring into each other’s eyes. Jon gave a lopsided smirk that almost made Sara wish she had a camera, then he pulled back and drove into her again, and the thought of photos flew from her mind.

Drawing her legs up, Sara planted the high heels firmly on the bed as Jon rocked into her again, and again. He’d raised himself on outstretched arms, still looking down at her, the arch of his back giving power to his hips. Sara rolled her head to one side, clenching her teeth as she tried to suppress a moan, but she heard Jon’s low voice.

“Look at me, Sara.”

She looked up at him again, seeing the blood congesting his face, and she reached up a hand to touch his hair, suddenly clutching at him as he thrust in particularly hard and deep, her head arching back as she felt herself starting to come. Jon obviously felt it too, because he repeated the exact action, and this time Sara gave a scream of rapture then, over the tumultuous sensations of her own body, she felt the heat inside her as Jon came, too.

Sara drew in a shuddering breath as Jon relaxed, sagging down onto his elbows as though his arms could no longer hold him up. She released her tight grip on his hair as her heart rate slowed again, feeling the smile spreading across her face and seeing it mirrored in Jon’s own expression. Jon gently lowered his head until his forehead was pressed to Sara’s, still smiling tiredly.

“Damn, baby….” he murmured, sliding his hands into her hair where it lay spread on the bed.

“You took the words right out of my mouth.” Sara whispered back to him.

She let one leg drop back to the mattress, hoping she hadn’t left heel marks on the bed. Jon pulled back and fell onto his side on the bed next to Sara. Sitting up, Sara shakily unbuckled her shoes, letting them fall to the floor by the bed. She twisted around on one hip, turning and leaning over Jon, her hair cascading around his head as she kissed him before sighing and lying close to him, her head on his chest. As Jon brushed her hair back, Sara could feel his breathing, and she wrapped one arm across his waist, drawing herself as close as possible.

For a while, she lay there, listening to his breathing slowly steadying, then she lifted her head to give him another gentle kiss, pushing herself into a sitting position. She slid off the bed, tripping over her shoes, but managing to stay on her feet.

“Where you goin’, babe?” Jon asked, lifting his head.

“I’m going,” she untangled her feet from the straps of one shoe, “to take off this makeup. If I don’t, I’ll end up looking like something from Kiss!”

Jon laughed at that, laying his head back down as Sara went into the bathroom. She wiped off the makeup then washed her face and started to look in her makeup bag for a band to tie her hair back. Finding one, Sara looked up at the mirror, starting to scrape her hair back when she saw Jon come into the bathroom behind her.

“Leave it loose.” He said softly, taking her hand off the rough ponytail and combing his fingers through her hair. “I love your hair.”

Moving closer, he buried his face in her hair. “Smells so good, too.”

Sara turned around to face him, and Jon pushed closer, backing her against the long marble vanity and kissing her throat.

“In fact, you smell good all over. You need to wear that perfume more often, babe. Makes me want to do bad things to you.”

Smiling, Sara raked her fingers through his hair, giving a low moan of pleasure when his head dropped lower, his mouth seeking out her nipple, lips fastening unerringly over the sensitive tip. Jon took his time, teasing with lips and teeth until the point stood hard in his mouth, then moving across to her other breast, until he was satisfied with his work, one hand stroking between her legs and finding she was more than ready for him. Sara could tell just how pleased he was with his efforts, by the increasing hardness against her, until Jon lifted her slightly, sitting her on the cold marble to bring her to a more convenient height.

Sara gasped at the cold stone under her ass, but she tugged on his hair until he brought his mouth up to hers, their teeth clicking clumsily together in their eagerness. Her legs were either side of his hips as he stood in front of her, and Jon slowly brought his hands all the way down her back to her ass, so he could slide her toward him. Sara instinctively tilted her pelvis, bringing her legs up around Jon’s waist as his rigid cock found it’s own way into her waiting heat, and she pulled him toward her, both of their lower bodies staying perfectly still now.

They stayed like that, content for now to just remain locked together at the hips, concentrating more on the kiss and on the taste of each other. The frenzied passion of earlier had been replaced by a more deliberate pace, and now that their first desperate need was assuaged, they could now fully enjoy each other. Sara moved slightly, tipping her hips a little more and bringing her knees high around Jon’s flanks, drawing him even deeper inside her. Jon gave a groan, breaking away from her mouth and watching her eyes as he slowly pulled his hips back until his cock was almost all the way out of her before gliding slowly inside again. They both looked down briefly, watching him disappear into her waiting flesh, smiling at each other as their eyes met again.

Jon continued to move with the same slow rhythm, and Sara moaned deep in her throat, almost a purr as she smiled at Jon, her hands fisting in his hair again to pull him in for a kiss. At first, the steady tempo was almost soothing, a gentle and comforting motion, then Jon brought Sara right to the very edge of the vanity, his hands gripping her ass. He ran his lips down her throat, her head tipping back a little as she used a handful of his hair to guide him to the sensitive spot right at the base of her neck. Jon kissed her there, then dragged the hard point of his tongue up the side of her neck until he reached the point of her jaw, taking her earlobe in his lips and nipping with his teeth.

He kissed his way back along her cheekbone until Sara couldn’t stand it any more, dragging him back to her mouth so she could kiss him. Jon’s movements quickened as Sara’s tongue played against his, thrusting upward against her and hearing her almost whining in her throat as she grew closer to orgasm. He stretched one hand out, pressing hard against the long mirror, the other hand pushing on her ass in the same rhythm as his driving hips, forcing her onto him with every stroke.

Sara wrapped both arms tightly around his neck, pulling his head to one side so she could catch his ear in her teeth, biting harder than she intended, then moving her mouth away to avoid hurting him, biting on her own lip instead. She came hard, the most intense orgasm, too powerful for her to even cry out, just groaning helplessly, and the sensation was prolonged as Jon still drove into her, until finally she felt the explosion deep inside as he came, hearing him growling in his throat.

Still trembling, Sara could only cling weakly to Jon, every muscle shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm. Jon was only slightly more controlled, standing with his thighs pressed to the vanity for support as he breathed harshly against Sara’s skin, her breasts heaving against his chest, and he dropped both hands onto the marble top to steady himself. Finally, he felt her head move slightly, lips pressing to his ear as she whispered breathlessly, so softly that he couldn’t even hear her.

“What, baby?” He groaned, and she managed to speak a little louder.

“I think…..” she inhaled deeply, trying to find her voice, “I think I am falling in love with you, Jon.”