Chapter 61

“Oh, no.” Sara told him sternly. “You need to clean up this mess before anything else!”

Jon looked around at the work surfaces and all the scattered debris.

“It’s not that bad.” He protested.

“I think you’ve used just about every dish I own!” Sara disagreed, standing up with her plate and stacking it on Jon’s to carry them to the sink.

Standing up, Jon hung his head. “You may be right. I do seem to have used an awful lot of stuff.”

Sara giggled, handing him a towel. “I’ll wash - you dry.”

They washed up the dishes, until finally the kitchen looked tidy again. Sara opened the cake box and slid the remaining piece onto a plate, cutting it in half, then wiping the chocolate off the knife with a finger, and licking it away.

Thoughtfully, Jon looked at the cake, then at Sara, a smile quirking his lips as he picked up the plate.

“Let’s take this through to the couch.” He suggested, and Sara grabbed a couple of forks and followed him.

Sitting close together on the couch, Jon cut a forkful and held it up for Sara, who ate it as she cut a piece for Jon. While she held the fork up for him, Jon ran his fork across the top of the torte, scooping up some of the chocolate filling. He ate his piece, then nonchalantly wiped the fork across her thigh, smearing her with chocolate.

“Oops.” He said softly and unrepentantly as Sara looked down, then he grinned at her. “Let me get that for you, Sara.”

He slipped off the couch, onto his knees beside her, and slowly licked the chocolate from her skin, eyes watching her face the whole time. Sara drew her lower lip into her mouth for a second, and Jon spoke gently.

“Maybe we should take this into the bedroom?”

Sara just nodded, smiling, and Jon rose to his feet, pulling her up with him. She carried the plate through the hallway as Jon walked close behind her, nuzzling against her neck as they made the short trip from the living room. As they entered the bedroom, Jon reached around to take the plate from her hands, whispering in her ear as he did so.

“Take off your clothes.”

“Jo-on…..”

“Please?”

She turned to face him, standing in the middle of the bedroom, and slowly pulled her t shirt over her head, shaking out her hair so it covered her. Unbuttoning her khaki shorts, she let them fall around her feet, standing in just her underwear as she peeked at Jon through the curtain of hair. He could see the mischief in her eyes as she looked at him, and he grinned crookedly, waving the fork.

“Come on, baby…….don’t be shy…….”

Smiling, Sara twisted her arms behind her, in that motion that was impossible for any man to replicate, and she unhooked her bra, pulling it over her shoulders, but holding it across her breasts while she shook her hair forward again. When the bra fell to the floor, her hair kept her completely covered, and she stepped out of her shorts, walking toward Jon.

“What about the rest?” Jon asked, and Sara pouted.

“Chocolate.” She demanded, stopping in front of him, her lower lip sticking out so all he wanted to do was suck on it.

He cut a piece of torte and held it for her, and she took it in her mouth, sliding it slowly off the fork.

“Yum.” She whispered, then stepped back and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down just a little so a curl of hair appeared over the top.

She stopped, considering.

“You’re still wearing an awful lot of clothes.” She told Jon, and he grinned at her.

“You finish first.” He told her, and she decided just to do as she was told - for once - pushing the thong down toward her knees, where gravity took over and the fabric fell softly to the floor.

She took the single step required to bring her right up to Jon again, everything above her waist still concealed behind her hair as she tucked her fingers into his waistband. Jon smiled again as Sara unbuttoned his jeans, while he dug the fork into the chocolate, cutting away another bite-sized piece which he offered to her. As Sara ate the piece of torte, Jon turned, manoeuvring her toward the bed until her legs bumped against the mattress.

Wordlessly, Sara got onto the bed, kneeling there and taking the plate and fork from Jon’s hands. While she settled herself back on the bed, holding the plate, Jon slid his jeans to the floor and hooked each boot off with the toe of the other, then stripped away his t shirt until he was as naked as she. He knelt on the bottom of the bed, looking up at her, then grabbed her knees and dragged her down so she lay flat in front of him, her legs between his, and his knees gripping her hips.

“I’ll take that.” He told her, removing the plate from her fingers and tossing the fork to the floor.

Jon held the plate to one side as he leaned forward to kiss her, tasting the chocolate in her mouth, and Sara felt his hardness brush against the base of her belly. Straightening up, he dug his fingers into the chocolate filling, scooping some out and holding it in his fingers. Her hair was still in the way, so he laid the plate down on her belly, laughing when she jumped at the chill of the porcelain, and he flicked her hair back, one side then the other, so it lay spread on the pillows above her head.

“That’s better.” Jon muttered, picking up the plate and moving it onto the mattress so he could lean forward over her.

Keeping his eyes on Sara’s body, not meeting her gaze, Jon slowly brought his hand across her breast, smearing chocolate onto her skin, coating her nipple. Now he looked up, smirking at her, then looking down again as he took more chocolate and spread it on her other breast. His fingers were coated in chocolate, too, and Sara reached to catch his wrist, bringing his hand to her mouth and licking his fingers clean.

Jon leaned down over her, licking at the chocolate coating her skin, his tongue rasping over her like a cat’s, rough yet almost unbearably tender, and Sara writhed on the bed even though she tried to lie still. As Jon finished cleaning the chocolate from her breasts, he scraped more chocolate from the plate, wiping it down the centre of her body, down to her navel, then offering her his hand again, letting her tongue cleanse his skin. He started at her navel this time, pressing his tongue hard against her and dragging gradually up her body.

Sara could feel her skin tingling under his tongue, the licking sensation driving her slowly crazy as Jon reached out and gathered up another handful of chocolate, rubbing it across her breasts again, licking it off as she sucked chocolate from his fingers. When the chocolate was gone from her skin, she saw Jon reach out to the plate again.

“Enough…..” she moaned pitifully, but he shook his head, scooping the last of the chocolate onto his fingertips.

“Not yet.” His voice rasped in his throat as he sat back on his heels, keeping his weight just off her legs as he looked at the chocolate on his hand.

“Now, where could I put this?” He asked rhetorically, as Sara squirmed under him, pinned by his knees on either side of her hips as he studied her body.

He grinned as he made his decision, reaching down to wipe his hand across her stomach, filling her navel with the rich, sweet chocolate, then carefully writing his initials just above the line of curls. Putting his hand to her mouth, Jon spread a thin layer of chocolate across her lips, then kissed it off before holding his hand so she could lick away the rest. Sara sucked his fingers into her mouth, then Jon pulled his hand back again as he dropped down her body, his mouth following the faint lingering chocolate scent down to her navel.

His tongue cleaned the chocolate away from around her belly, then he looked up at Sara, mouth poised above her.

“Do you want more chocolate?” He asked, and she smiled.

“Always.”

Jon kissed her belly again, then his tongue thrust into her navel, the unexpected move making Sara gasp in surprise, and he scooped out chocolate on his tongue, rising above her again to plunge his tongue into her mouth, sharing the sweetness in a chocolate-flavoured kiss. When he finally pulled away, Jon returned his tongue to her navel, licking out the remaining chocolate until Sara was begging him to stop, the teasing of his mouth maddening.

Finally, barely able to control himself, Jon slid his mouth up to Sara’s ear.

“What do you want, baby?” He asked softly, then lifted his head to look down at her.

“You.” Her eyes flashed at him, testing his control, but he held on.

“What do you want me to do, Sara?” He dropped his mouth to her ear again. “Do you want me to make love to you?” Jon moved to her other ear, his voice growling. “Or do you want me to fuck you?”

He felt the sharp intake of breath at the second choice, and knew which one she wanted, but he wanted - needed - to hear her say it, and he gazed down into her eyes.

“Which is it, Sara?”

“Fuck me.” She whispered, and he shook his head.

“I can’t hear you, baby.”

Sara reached up both hands and grabbed his hair, pulling his ear to her mouth, knowing why he was teasing her, that he wanted to hear her saying the word.

“I said ‘fuck me’, Jon.”

Jon chuckled and shifted his weight, moving down the bed and positioning himself between Sara’s legs. As he pushed her thighs apart, he could see the coating of slick juices, the result of the teasing, and he carefully pressed forward until just the head of his cock slid inside her, then he stopped, grinning at her, prolonging her agony.

“Which did you say again?”

“Fuck me!” She almost yelled at him, and he gave another short laugh.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right.”

As he finished the sentence, Jon rammed forward, pushing all the way inside her, and Sara gave a guttural moan as he filled her so completely. She reached both hands above her head, grabbing onto the bedframe as Jon drove hard into her again, then his hands came up to cover hers, pinning them to the bar, and they both hung onto the metal bar for dear life as Jon kept up the furious rhythm. Sara’s hips rose against him with every thrust, Jon cumming first with Sara following hard on his heels as he continued to plunge against her until they were both exhausted.