Chapter 69

“I’m not, but I want to see you.”

She giggled again. “Use your imagination.”

Her hand touched his chest, scratching in the fine layer of fur, and as she stepped closer Jon could feel the heat from her body, not quite touching his, but very close. He felt Sara’s breath on his mouth, then the hotter touch of her wet tongue on his lips, and he accepted her invitation, his own tongue sliding across hers and into her mouth. Now she moved right in, her body moulding to his as Jon’s hands slipped down her back, each hand cupping one of her buttocks as he pulled her in tighter, feeling her pressing against his hardening cock as they kissed.

He squeezed her ass gently, one thumb hooking into the thin string at her waist, tugging at the thong and trying to pull it off. Sara had her hands in his hair, but she dropped them now, helping him with the thong, though she had to step away to pull it off, letting it fall to the floor while she reached for him again. Her fingers found his hard belly, and she followed the trail of soft hair downward until she reached the denser curls and her hand brushed softly across his cock.

Straining his eyes, Jon could make out the bed, the white sheet glowing softly in the darkness, and he pushed Sara backward until she fell onto the mattress. Now he could see her silhouetted against the sheet, and he watched her roll to the centre of the bed before dropping down beside her. He touched her breast, then his mouth joined his fingers, lips fastening on her nipple as the hand moved away, sliding down her flank and around to her tummy, then lower.

Sara sighed deeply as Jon’s hand pushed her thighs apart, his fingers seeking out the hard nub of her clit. Even in the darkness, it all felt so familiar, so right, and she stretched her hand down the front of his body as he dexterously massaged her clit, fingers feeling the wetness that waited for him. She felt a tiny jolt through his hand, an instant of harder, uncontrolled pressure, when her hand closed around him, squeezing him very gently, then his head raised from her breast, moving up to her mouth. He eased her fully onto her back, rolling lightly on top of her, his weight on one elbow as the other hand continued to play against her, intensifying her arousal.

In the darkness, where sight was almost useless, their other senses were heightened, and Jon could hear her breath occasionally giving way to tiny whimpers. Sara could smell his cologne, mixed with his own scent, and the combination was intoxicating, especially combined with the teasing of his hand. She moaned as his thumb caught a particularly sensitive spot, and she heard his chuckle close above her.

“You like that?”

“I’d like this more.” She squeezed his cock again, and it was Jon’s turn to moan.

He allowed Sara to direct him, until he could feel her heat on the tip of his cock, then as she guided him into the wetness, he thrust forward, feeling her burning all around him as he drove in as far as he could. Sara moaned again, and when Jon dropped his head to kiss her, he found she was biting down on her lip, and he brought his hand up, tugging her mouth open.

“Don’t do that.” He whispered, then continued tenderly. “Let me.”

His teeth closed lightly on her lower lip, just biting a tiny bit, then he opened his mouth to hers, Sara’s tongue pushing into his mouth as he thrust into her pussy again. With one hand, he gripped her thigh, drawing her leg higher, opening her more fully, forcing himself to keep a steady speed as he felt Sara cumming for the first time. He eased the pressure, letting her recover just a little before he drove into her harder again, and this time she pulled her mouth free of his, crying out as he felt her nails dig into his back, the pain goading him until he came, too, feeling her contracting strongly around him in her own orgasm.

Catching her breath, Sara stroked her hand down Jon’s back, feeling a wetness which puzzled her. Jon slipped free from her and he flopped on his back beside her.

“Baby, I like your games.” He whispered, and Sara giggled.

“I used to be afraid of the dark, but I like it now.”

“Awww….you were afraid of the dark? C’mere - let Jonny protect you from all those invisible monsters.”

Still giggling, she rolled close to him, and Jon wrapped his arms around her.

“Nothing’s gonna hurt you when I’m here.” He told her, smiling in the dark, and she could see the white of his teeth.

They had only lain there for a moment when Sara sat up.

“I guess we need to think about leaving, if we’re going to see Richie.”

“I suppose so. Do you need to go home first?”

“I’ve some clothes here, so maybe not. I’ll have to see what I can find. Don’t move.”

As Jon lay still, Sara climbed across him, slapping his hand when it sneaked onto her ass, then she stood up by the bed and made her way to the door, searching out the light switch. When she flicked the lights on, she heard Jon groan at the brightness. Her own eyes hurt a little, and she remembered how sensitive Jon’s eyes were to bright light. She moved her hand to open the door, then stopped, seeing blood on the switch.

Looking at her hand, confused, Sara saw blood smeared on her fingers, then she remembered the wetness on Jon’s back. She returned to the bed, sitting on the edge next to Jon, who had a forearm flung over his eyes.

“Baby?”

“Mmmm?”

“Jon, roll over a second, will you?”

He didn’t understand why, but he rolled onto his side and heard Sara gasp.

“Oh, shit!” She stroked his back again.

“What is it?”

“Look!”

Sara held her hand in front of Jon’s face, and he frowned, then reached around and Sara guided his fingers to the right spot. Jon sat up and looked over his shoulder at the mirror, seeing the bloody marks on his back where her nails had driven in so deeply.

“Wow.” He whispered. “You went wildcat on me again, huh?”

“God, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know I’d done that!”

“Sure! You’re getting me back for the bite and the bruises, aren’t you?!”

“No! I didn’t…..”

“Hush, baby. I’m kidding!” Jon laid his fingers - the non-bloody ones - on her lips. “It’s fine, really, Sara.”

Her eyes were troubled, though, and Jon twisted to kiss her gently.

“Sweet, sweet girl.” That wicked smirk. “I love that I drive you out of control, baby, ‘cause that’s what you do to me.”

“Come through to the shower and wash that off. I’ve some antiseptic somewhere, too.”

“Sara, it’s fine, but I guess we could both use a shower.”

Leaving the bedroom, Sara peeked around the corner of the backdrop, although since Paul had left and the studio was locked, she wasn’t sure what she was looking for. Jon had no such concerns, and he pushed her out into the studio. She opened one of the cupboards and pulled out a couple of towels and a bottle of shower gel, in yet another different colour. Jon plucked the bottle out of her fingers, reading the name as they headed to the shower.

“Where the hell do you get these? Happy Hippy? Do I even want to know what’s in it?”

“It’s grapefruit, bergamot and frankincense, I think - it should tell you on the label. I get most of it from Lush - I’m a little bit addicted to their stuff.”

“A little bit?” Jon opened the top and sniffed cautiously. “Okay, that’s actually pretty nice. I liked that blue one, though.”

“Oh, that one’s been discontinued - same with my Snow Fairy - it was a winter special, but I bought gallons of it when I heard they weren’t making it any more!”

Jon turned on the water, standing to one side as he recalled the icy torrent from the last time he’d showered here. They stood together in the stall, washing each other, and Jon winced when the sponge hit the scratches on his back as Sara gently washed away the blood to see what damage she’d actually done. It wasn’t as bad as she’d feared, but it did need antiseptic, she decided. When Jon turned off the water, Sara wrapped herself in a towel and handed him the other one.

“Stay here. I’m going to get some antiseptic for your back.”

“Sara, it’s fine.”

“STAY!”

Making a face, Jon jokingly hung his tongue out, panting like a dog.

“Woof, woof.” He murmured quietly, but he did do as he was told, running the towel across his body while Sara disappeared toward the kitchen.

She returned carrying a handful of small foil packets, which looked for all the world like condom packets, making Jon grin.

“A bit late for those, isn’t it?”

“Huh?”

“Condoms. You’re a bit late with those.”

Sara blushed as she walked over to the shower. “Oh. They’re antiseptic wipes, you crazy man. Okay, turn around.”

Still muttering that it wasn’t necessary, Jon turned around, leaning his hands on the tile wall above his head, craning around to watch her.

“Be gentle with me!” He mock-pleaded, and Sara shook her head indulgently as she tore open the first packet.

“It might sting a bit.”

She wiped across one of the scratches, and Jon arched away instinctively.

“Dammit! That hurts worse than getting them did!”

“Oh, don’t be such a baby!” She wiped again and Jon kept the swearing under his breath this time, but he heard Sara chuckling at him.

“Oh, that’s right, laugh at me when I’m in agony!”

“Bite me!” Sara laughed. “Oh, wait, you did that already!”

Jon spun to face her as she dropped the used wipe on the floor and opened another one.

“I knew it! This is payback, isn’t it?”

“No, you big baby. Oh, come here!”

Sara tipped his head down, kissing him, and she felt his tongue in her mouth almost immediately. As they kissed, she gently brought the fresh wipe across his back, working by touch, and though she felt his stomach muscles clench when the antiseptic stung, he made no other protest. She held the wipe against his skin until the kiss ended, then let it fall to the floor as Jon pulled back with a wide grin.

“Now, that’s the kind of nursing I like!” He told her, then chuckled. “Oh, man - I don’t suppose you have a nurse’s outfit anywhere?”

“Uh, no. Why?” She tilted her head, looking up with wide, innocent eyes. “Did you want me to dress up for you?”

He laughed, that sexy purr of a chuckle that destroyed her. “Maybe later, baby. Maybe later.”