Chapter 84

Perched on the edge of the bed, Sara put one hand behind her for balance, the other holding Jon’s head close as she felt his lips open against her skin, his tongue snaking out to her nipple. It was a brief touch, just enough to excite and tease, then he repeated the gesture on her other breast before kissing his way down her tummy. Reaching the hot pink panties, he caught the edge in his teeth, tugging and letting the fabric snap back against her skin, chuckling when she jumped.

Carefully, Jon took hold of her panties with both hands, sliding them slowly down her legs and off, then he kissed her tummy again, flicking his tongue into her navel so she squirmed. He began to moved his head down again, to tease her further, but one of her hands snagged into his hair, pulling him up.

“No.” She husked as she brought his mouth to hers. “I want you inside me.”

As their lips met, Sara could feel his smile, then he opened her mouth and all she could think of was the way his tongue was pushing into her mouth, and how she wanted his cock pushing into her, too. Jon was high on his knees to reach her lips, but he grabbed her around the waist now, pulling her off the bed and sliding her onto his hard cock without breaking the kiss, feeling her legs around him as he sank back onto his heels with her impaled on him. He grinned, groaning a little as she sank onto him.

“You are hot for me, aren’t you baby?” He gasped.

Sara just nodded with a grin. She’d managed to get her knees to the floor, so she was able to get enough purchase to rock her hips, spread wide as they were by Jon’s thighs. She felt more than heard his groan as she tightened around him, just rolling her hips slowly, and she could feel him rising off his heels as he thrust up into her.

“Slowly.” She whispered into his ear, still moving gently, and he let her set the pace even though the steady rhythm of her movement was driving him gradually insane.

When she felt him start to thrust against her again, Sara shook her head and pushed him over backwards onto the floor, still sitting astride him.

“Your turn for the bruised back.” She told him with a wicked grin as Jon’s hands landed on her hips, tilting her pelvis slightly more, feeling the change bring her closer to orgasm before she reclaimed control, taking his hands in hers.

Fingers interlaced, Jon’s strong arms supported Sara as she rode him slowly, wanting him to cum first, loving the sensation of his heat flooding into her, and the way his eyes turned a darker, stormy blue as he came. She watched him bite on his lower lip, fighting to hold himself back, and he tried to free his hands, but she held on with a shake of her head.

“Let it go, baby.” She said, clenching herself around him as she moved and hearing him growl.

She was gazing down into his eyes as he came, and she grinned triumphantly at the hot feeling inside her before bending forward to kiss him. Sara was still moving gently atop him, and now Jon managed to free one hand from hers, reaching down between their bodies to caress her clit, lightly at first then with a more insistent pressure. She stopped moving as his fingers touched the sensitive bud, gasping when he pinched gently, then unconsciously pressing herself down harder onto his fingers, hearing his breathless chuckle as she tensed around him.

“You like that?” He asked, his fingers sliding easily across her, lubricated by her wetness.

“You know I do.” Sara sighed, moving her hips slightly again as Jon’s practiced fingers teased her further, and she could feel the orgasm building as he pressed against her harder.

Dropping her head back, she moved a little, allowing his fingers to push further back, brushing his own cock where he was still inside her, and Jon heard the sob of her breath just as she tightened around him again, pulsing with her orgasm. As the spasm around him faded, Sara slowly straightened, then tipped forward, laying her head onto his shoulder without a word. Jon grinned, unseen, and kissed her cheek, then wrapped his arms around her.

Long minutes later, Sara stirred, pushing herself up a little so she could look down at Jon’s face. He was smiling back at her, and she gave him a tender kiss before trying to sit up, his arms preventing her from moving.

“Just stay here.” He murmured, perfectly happy with the way they were lying, but Sara shook her head.

“Too cold. Come to bed?”

“Okay - if you insist, darlin’.”

Sara lifted herself off him, pulling back the cover and diving onto the bed. Jon sat up with a groan, rubbing his back and grimacing theatrically.

“You wuss!” Sara teased. “At least there’s carpet here!”

Jon crawled onto the bed, hauling the cover over them both then grabbing Sara and pulling her on top of him again.

“Better now?” He asked, tucking her head onto his shoulder again.

She snuggled herself closer with a contented sigh. “Perfect.”

They actually fell asleep like that, with Sara lying on top of Jon, but soon afterward she moved in her sleep, rolling off him and onto the cooler mattress. The change in temperature woke her, and she gazed at Jon sleeping, seeing the tiny creases around his eyes, the proof that he loved to laugh and did so often. He was that rare man who was becoming sexier as he aged - while the young Jon she’d seen in photos was attractive as hell, the man he’d become was far more alluring and desirable than the boy he’d been, and Sara was glad she’d found him now, not twenty years before. Then again, that would’ve made her twelve, at which age she was still more interested in horses and puppies than boys, and she was damned sure a twenty-four year old Jon wouldn’t have had any interest in a kid of that age!

The lights were still on, and Sara already knew that the switch was over by the bathroom door, so she silently got out of bed and tiptoed across, popping into the bathroom since she was up anyway. When she made to leave the bathroom, she saw Jon’s t shirt from earlier lying on the floor, and she picked it up and held it to her nose, still smelling him on the fabric. The room was definitely cold now, and she pulled the shirt over her head, then switched off the lights and stumbled back to bed.

Much later, Jon woke, the pale pearly light of the dawn seeping around the edge of the curtain. Sara was lying at the far edge of the bed, curled into a ball, and he grinned as he realised she was wearing his t shirt which, in the position she lay, didn’t cover much. He moved closer to her, propping his head on his hand as he looked down at her, not wanting to wake her, but he couldn’t resist touching her.

His hand moved of it’s own volition, it seemed, resting lightly on the curve of her hip before sliding up toward the hem of the t shirt, rucked around her waist. Sara smiled, still asleep, and Jon’s hand went under the t shirt, moving up to her breast, the touch light enough to enter her dreams, but not quite enough to wake her. She gave a sigh, rolling onto her back now, and the shirt slid along Jon’s arm, baring her breasts. Tenderly, Jon brought his lips onto her nipple, just kissing gently at first, then opening his mouth to her skin, one hand teasing the other nipple into a hard point.

Sara gave a soft moan at the hot mouth on her sensitive skin, the tantalising sensations bringing her awake, and she looked down to see that tousled head on her chest, stroking a hand across his hair so that he raised his head to look at her.

“Good morning.” She whispered, and Jon grinned cheekily.

“Sorry, baby. Did I wake you?”

“Oh, like you didn’t mean to. Better than an alarm clock, though.” She tugged at his hair. “Come here.”

Willingly, Jon slid up to her mouth, her kiss stiffening his half-erect cock into full alertness, and Sara chuckled when she felt the hardness against her thigh.

“Yeah, good morning to you, too.” She said with a grin, looking down, then looking into Jon’s eyes again. “I love waking up to you.”

“Good, because I love waking you up.”

They kissed again, and Jon’s hand stole between Sara’s thighs, feeling she was wet for him already, and she pulled her head back again, flushed with slight embarrassment.

“See what you do to me? You just touch me, and……..” She didn’t finish, and Jon whispered in her ear as he slid a long finger inside her.

“And what? You get wet for me?”

“Mmm-hmmm.” She moaned, reaching down to grasp his cock, beginning to roll toward him, but Jon took his hand away, moving on top of her instead and letting her bury him in her heat.

Both of them groaned at the same moment - Sara as she felt him drive deep inside, Jon at the glorious heat surrounding him, and they made slow, gentle love as the rising sun suffused the room with golden light. Jon brought his hand between them, pushing Sara just a little ahead of him so that the contractions of her orgasm pulled him over the edge, too, smiling as he heard her cry out with the pleasure.

Jon fell over onto his back, now, pulling Sara close to his shoulder as they enjoyed the joyous lassitude of the afterglow, the bed much warmer now, and Sara shifted to pull his shirt over her head again.

“You shoulda kept it on - looks good on you.” He murmured drowsily.

“Yeah, but I’m too hot.”

“I know you are.” A laugh in his voice now, and Sara giggled as she burrowed against him, hooking one leg between his as they drifted into a light sleep again.