Chapter 55

Laughing, Sara went with him, back out of the living room and into the hallway, trying the first door they came to. Bathroom. Next door on the same side was a good-sized bedroom with it’s own bathroom and walk-in closet. Nice but not spectacular. Last door, then, opened to reveal what was obviously the master bedroom, and this time it was spectacular.

Floor to ceiling windows opened onto a pretty balcony, and the massive room was big enough for half a dozen beds, let alone the one piece of furniture in the place - an ornate four poster bed, currently without mattress. There was a classic marble fireplace, flanked by a pair of wide doors. They each headed for a different door, Jon opening one to find a walk-in closet, while Sara found the biggest bathroom she’d ever seen in a house. There was another door from the bathroom and, opening it, Sara found herself in a dressing room, another door at the far end. That door opened, and Jon came in, walking through from the closet.

“Jesus, Jon - you could put half my house into that bedroom.” Sara said. “Actually, you could put half my house into that bed!”

“I’d rather just put you in that bed.” He stepped closer, but Sara backed away with a smile.

“You’ve got a one-track mind, Jon.”

“I know, and it’s all about you. So, do you think I should take it?”

“Jon, you can’t ask me that! It’s up to you - if you like it, then take it.”

“But what I mean is, would you be comfortable here? Spending time here with me? I don’t want to take it if you don’t like it.”

He looked almost vulnerable, and Sara’s heart went out to him as she reached out and took his hand.

“Jon, I’d be happy spending time with you anywhere. I don’t care where. My place, your place, a hotel, a trailer, I don’t mind, so long as you’re there with me.”

Jon grinned at her, pulling on her hand and bringing her into his arms. “That settles it, then. I’ll take it, although I don’t know how long I’ll be happy not living in Jersey. This is temporary, anyway.”

Sara smiled up at him, and Jon pushed his hips forward, grinding gently against her.

“Soooo……I think we should christen the apartment, don’t you?”

“Jon! It’s not yours yet!”

Still holding her close, he reached back and took his cellphone out of his pocket, dialling his office.

“Sue? Yeah, it’s me. What? Oh, I’ll go through all that stuff later. Listen - I’m at the apartment now, and I’ll take it. Can you sort out the paperwork for me?”

Sara heard faint squawking from the phone, then Jon continued.

“Tell them I’ll just keep this key - start the lease from yesterday. Great. Thanks, Sue. Bye.”

He clicked the phone off and looked down at Sara with that twisted grin.

“Now it’s mine.”

“And so am I.” She replied honestly, and his eyes glowed at the implication of that sentence.

“But there still isn’t a bed, well there’s a bed, but no mattress.” Sara pointed out as Jon bent his head to kiss her ear.

He ran his teeth around the edge of her ear until he reached the lobe, sucking it into his mouth for a moment before moving on down her neck. Sara moaned, the sound torn from her throat as he licked at the base of her throat, knowing what it did to her, his hand under the back of her t shirt. She took a handful of his hair to pull him away, fastening her lips hungrily onto his and revelling in the feeling of his tongue in her mouth.

Sara shifted her feet, moving one thigh forward between Jon’s, rubbing gently against his hardening crotch as they kissed. Jon backed her slowly out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, Sara’s fingers busy on his belt. He lifted his head, her taste still in his mouth as he spoke.

“Still want a bed?”

Sara gave a breathless laugh, crinkling her nose. “Only if you do.”

The hands unbuttoning her jeans answered that question, and Sara shuffled out of her shoes, her jeans falling around her ankles just as she unzipped Jon, wriggling his jeans down over his hips. Jon grabbed her waist, lifting her out of her jeans as Sara hooked her legs around him, easing herself onto the rigid shaft he was offering her. He dropped onto his knees, the jolt driving him deeper and making Sara gasp, then he put one hand on the floor to control the movement as he leaned forward, laying Sara on her back on the wooden floor.

Sara kissed him again before laying her head down, but found that the hair knotted behind her head made it uncomfortable. She lifted her head again, reaching back to pull off the band, but Jon got there first, tugging her hair loose so it spread out on the floor. As Jon thrust down into her, taking it slow, Sara felt the hard floor bruising her back, but she ignored the minor pain, putting her hands under Jon’s shirt and shoving it up and over his head, throwing his hair into disarray. She dropped the shirt on the floor as Jon grinned down at her, pushing her t shirt up past her breasts and lowering his face between them. He couldn’t get to the fastening of her bra, so Jon pulled at the soft cups until he had her breasts bared, holding the fabric out of the way as he kissed the smooth skin.

His mouth burned across Sara’s skin, leaving behind a cool trail of saliva where he’d licked against her, then Jon came back to her mouth, not kissing her yet, but running the very tip of his tongue around the edge of her lips, outlining her mouth. Sara smiled at him, sucking her lower lip into her mouth to taste him.

“Kiss me, rock star.” She breathed, and Jon complied instantly, with a passion that took her breath away.

His right hand was on her breast, squeezing her nipple with a deft touch that kept the contact just on the right side of pain, making Sara groan, then she groaned again as he drove into her, the hard floor more painful now her shirt was rucked up. Jon heard the different sound in her voice, and he pulled back from her mouth.

“Baby?”

“It’s fine.” She muttered, beyond caring about the pain for the moment, and she dragged his mouth back onto hers.

Jon’s movements quickened now, and he dropped his hips slightly lower, changing the angle to make sure Sara kept pace with him as they both drove toward orgasm. Sara could feel him moving inside her, gliding back and forth, and she deliberately tightened every muscle she could, increasing the resistance until she heard Jon groaning at the sensation, knowing he could hardly restrain himself. The knowledge of what she’d done to him, and how much he wanted her, coupled with the feeling of him deep inside her tipped Sara over the edge a split second before Jon, and they writhed together on the floor as they came.

As the final tremors shook through them, Jon collapsed on top of Sara as though he’d been shot, breathing heavily as he tried to gather the strength to roll off her. Sara was panting, too, and Jon could feel the residual contractions of her orgasm pulsating around his cock, still buried to the hilt in her hot flesh.

Finally, he found the energy to move, and he pulled himself out of Sara before stretching out beside her, lying on his back on the floor. Sara just turned onto her side - anything to get her abused back off the floor - and laid her head on his shoulder, just above the faded Superman tattoo.

“I guess we’ve christened the apartment then, huh?” She said with a smile, and Jon rolled his head to look at her.

“We’ve christened one room, anyway. How many more are there?”

Sara giggled weakly as she answered. “Too many for today.”

“You’re probably right. We should make a list……..so we don’t miss any rooms……” He suggested.

“Does that mean only once in each room, though?”

“Hell, no.” Jon levered himself into a sitting position, pulling Sara with him.

She laughed as she caught sight of them in a wall mirror. Jon sitting shirtless, his jeans around his thighs, and she had a t shirt pulled up almost to her neck, and that was all she wore.

“Maybe we should make ourselves presentable, just in case the realtor decides to come visit.” She nodded at the reflected image, and Jon grinned.

“They’d just think you couldn’t control yourself, babe……yow!”

As he spoke, Sara smacked his arm, one of those slaps with the back of the fingers that didn’t leave a mark, but stung like a hornet. Laughing, he rose to his feet and pulled his jeans back up then stooped to pick up his shirt. Sara got her bra back into place and pulled her shirt down before standing to get her own jeans, and as she bent, Jon could see the slick sheen of moisture on her inner thighs, making him want her all over again.

Dressed again, Sara twisted her hair back again and tied it in place, then turned to Jon, who was studying the huge bed with interest.

“It’s beautiful.” She said, running one hand over the finely carved footboard, then sliding her fingers up one of the posts.

Jon watched her, a smile on his lips as she caressed the smooth timber.

“Baby, if you don’t stop that, those jeans are coming off again.”

Sara giggled as she dropped her hand. “And here I was, thinking you’d like a bit of pole dancing.”

That was an image Jon really didn’t need put into his head right now, with what was already buzzing around in there, and he gave a crooked grin.

“Honestly? Sounds like a great idea. I was more thinking of tying you to that bed, though.”

He watched her closely as he said it, gauging her response, and was astounded to see her pupils dilate at the suggestion and, though her cheeks flushed, she didn’t reject the idea. Who’d have thought it?

“Not right now.” Was all she said, smiling back at him, and Jon filed away the idea - and the mental image - for later as he took her hand.

“Let’s get out of here. You said you’ve got work to do, right?”

“Mm-hm. And the doorman will be wondering what’s taking so long!”

They left the apartment - Jon’s apartment - and took the lift back down to the foyer, stepping out hand in hand. The doorman was reading his newspaper again, and when he laid it down to stand up politely, although with a less-than-polite smirk on his face, Sara’s fingernails dug painfully into Jon’s palm. He looked at her, then saw the direction of her eyes and looked at the newspaper.