Chapter 80

While Sara giggled, Jon dragged himself away from her, standing up to pull a towel from the rack and holding it as she stood up, still coated in bubbles.

“You look like a mermaid.” He grinned as he wrapped the towel around her shoulders. “Okay - out you get.”

Sara stepped out onto the soft rug and Jon used another towel to rub her hair, getting rid of the worst of the water and bubbles before smoothing it back from her face as she looked silently up at him. She bent slowly, drying off her legs and body, then dropped the towel on the floor and took Jon’s hand, turning it over curiously, her fingernail scraping gently against the hard callouses on his fingertips. Her fingers ran down into his palm, feeling the thickened skin at the base of his fingers from decades of gripping guitars.

“I can feel these, when you touch me.” She said softly, her eyes concentrated on his hand. “They’re rough, hard, yet the rest of your hands is so soft.”

“Do I hurt you?” Jon asked, not really sure where she was going with this.

“No. That’s not what I mean.” She looked up for a moment, searching for a comparison. “It’s like…….like suede and denim. Neither of them is rough, but they feel different on your skin. Just a different texture I guess. Maybe I’ve got more of a sensual streak than I thought.” She looked down again. “It’s strange - I never liked people touching me, not even when I was a child. I was never a touchy-feely kid. My parents were about the only ones I’d hug.”

Jon brought his free hand onto the curve of her hip.

“Do you like when I touch you?”

“You know I do.” Sara whispered, gazing trustingly up into his eyes. “But it’s different with you. It’s not even that I don’t mind you touching me. I, well, I crave it. I love the feel of your hands, your mouth, your…….everything.”

Freeing his left hand from hers, Jon laid it on her other hip, drawing his fingertips slowly up her back, watching her close her eyes with a smile at the touch, the hard-and-soft sensation. Sara sighed and brought her hands around onto Jon’s back, tugging his shirt up to get her fingers against his skin. As his hands pulled her close, she could feel the soft cotton of his t shirt against her breasts, the coarser denim against her thighs and, in between, the very definite proof that he’d missed her as the hardening lump in his jeans pressed against her.

“Why is it I’m naked, but you’re still fully dressed?” She asked him quietly, pushing his shirt higher until Jon took the hint and let go of her to pull it over his head.

Flipping it over Sara’s head, he brought the still-warm t shirt down behind her, using it to draw her even closer as he grinned down at her.

“Is that better?”

“It’s a start.” She smiled. “It’s nice and warm, too. Just like you.”

Sara nuzzled her nose into the soft fur on his chest, inhaling deeply of his familiar smell. Jon stooped slightly and picked her up in his arms like a child, the t shirt falling to the floor.

“Come on.” He said, carrying her through to the bedroom as Sara buried her face in his neck, her arms hugging him tightly.

When they got to the bed, Sara stretched down one hand to flick the covers back, then Jon tenderly laid her on the mattress, just standing looking down at her until Sara reached out to catch the waist of his jeans, her fingertips inside the denim, brushing against the coarse curls.

“Stop making me wait. Get in here.”

“Get in where?” Jon teased her as he unbuttoned his jeans, and Sara looked up at him slyly.

“Where do you think I want you?”

“Hopefully right where I want to be.” He said as he shucked his jeans to the floor, already barefoot from when he’d changed jeans earlier.

Sara moved across a little, making room for Jon, and he lay down beside her, staring into her eyes. He gently pushed her hair back from her face, smiling, and she watched his smile twist just a tiny bit as her fingers trailed across his flank, over the pair of freckles at his side, and down to his groin. She stroked her hand along his hard length as Jon kissed her, first her lips, then tracing his lips along her cheekbone, nibbling at the top of her ear.

“I love you.” He whispered in her ear, then licked her earlobe, pulling it into his mouth for a moment.

He worked slowly down her throat, down to that spot she loved, licking at the base of her throat and hearing her moan, but he kept moving lower, tugging on an already hard nipple with his lips then sucking the tip into his mouth. He was too low now for Sara to reach his cock, and she ran her fingers into his hair, gasping as his hand slipped stealthily up her thigh, seeking out her heat. Her legs parted instinctively as his fingers touched her, pressing lightly against her clit before one finger slid slowly and deeply inside her. She moaned again, a low, guttural sound, then again as a second finger entered her and his thumb began to circle around her clit.

“Kiss me.” She murmured, and Jon immediately raised his head, his fingers pushing even deeper as he moved up to her mouth.

As his tongue invaded her mouth, Sara could taste the chocolate he’d been drinking, mingled with the bitter tang of the bubble bath from his mouth on her skin. His thumb was driving her higher, but she wanted - she needed - more from him, and she broke the kiss to whisper to him again.

“Make love to me, Jon. I want to feel you inside me. I need to feel you.”

Moving his hand away, Jon tipped her onto her back, shifting to lie between her thighs now and kissing her again as he achingly slowly pushed into her. There were no wild gymnastics - that wasn’t what either of them needed right now - just a slow and tender loving, caressing each other’s skin as their mouths joined again, Jon’s hips grinding rhythmically against Sara until he felt her cumming, feeling her heart pounding against the hand he had on her breast.

He slowed his movements, letting her come back down from the orgasm, not even close yet himself, then he slid down her body, kissing his way down to her pussy, licking at the juices she gave to him. As Sara moaned, one hand in his hair, the other covering her own mouth, Jon thrust his tongue into her, then dragged up, curling it around her clit, his teeth nipping at her as he sucked on the sensitive bud. He alternated between the thrusting of his tongue and that teasing sucking until he heard her cry, muffled by her hand, as she came again, and he could feel her fingers spasm against his head, pulling unintentionally at his hair.

He waited again until the storm passed, feeling her relax under him, and the death grip on his hair eased, then he crawled up her body again, her brown eyes watching his every move.

“I love you.” He said again just as his lips touched hers, and he felt her smile.

As they kissed, Jon eased his hands under her waist, sliding them down onto her buttocks, cradling her as he eased into her again, feeling her so wet now, so hot for him that he could hardly bear it. He tried to keep moving slowly, but Sara pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss so she could whisper to him.

“Please, Jon. Cum inside me. I want to feel you cum, baby.”

He grinned crookedly down at her, knowing she was ready to cum again, to cum with him this time, and he drove into her harder now, feeling the familiar tension in his lower belly. Quickly, he pulled his hands from beneath her, lacing his fingers into hers and bringing their hands above Sara’s head, and he felt her knees coming up to lock around him, letting him penetrate even deeper into her with every thrust.

Sara came again, he felt her squeezing tighter around his cock, and it was enough to make him cum, too, breathlessly crying her name as he climaxed. As his forehead dropped onto the pillow beside Sara, he heard her soft voice close to his ear.

“I do love you, Jon.”

He couldn’t speak, but raised his head and Sara saw that sparkling grin, that grin that made her smile back involuntarily. Jon rolled onto his side, and she went with him, unwilling to let him leave her so soon, and they snuggled wordlessly together, arms around each other, Sara with one leg still hooked high on Jon’s hip, his cock still inside her.

They dozed like that, until they could feel the chill in the air as the sun sank toward the horizon and the evening breeze began to flutter the closed curtains. Sara pushed the tousled blond hair back from Jon’s face, looking into his bright eyes, so close to hers.

“I’m glad we made up.” She smiled at him, and Jon grinned.

“I haven’t finished apologising yet, girl.”

“Oh, good.” Sara gave him a soft kiss. “Can we eat first, though? You make me hungry.”

“You make me hungry, too, babe, just not for food, but we gotta keep your strength up for later.”

Sara giggled as she rolled away from Jon, slipping out of bed and heading for the bathroom. Moments later, Jon could hear the shower running, but he left her in peace, just lying back on the mattress, smiling silently as he thought of Sara, and how it looked like maybe they’d be okay after all. He was still lying there staring at the ceiling when Sara came back, a towel around her freshly washed hair. She smiled at him then sat down on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror, pulling the towel from her head and reaching for the hairdryer.

Jon rolled onto his side close behind her, propping his head on one hand while he watched her in the mirror, and Sara smiled at him as she became aware of his scrutiny.

“Peeping tom.” She told him, and he grinned lazily.

“Yeah, that’s me, but I could lie here all day watching you. God, I missed you.”

Switching off the hairdryer, Sara twisted around to kiss his lips.

“I missed you too.”