Chapter 117

Sara backed across the bedroom as Jon fixed his eyes on her, the hunger there naked and raw, almost too much, making Sara keep backing away nervously, stopping suddenly when she hit the wall and standing there at bay, watching Jon with wide, scared eyes.

She’d never seen his gaze so intense, and it was almost frightening, seeing the lust in the depths of his blue eyes as he closed in on her. When he stopped in front of her though, she could suddenly smell him, and the fear twisted around into desire, her body reacting physically to his scent. Her insides clenched tight with swift arousal, and she felt herself instantly growing wet, so all she wanted was to feel him driving deep inside her.

Jon’s cock ached, so hard already, and the restraint of the denim pressing his erection down was almost painfully tight, so much so that his hand shook slightly as he reached to touch her face. Sara gave a tiny whimper when she felt his skin on hers, and Jon had to fight for control as he looked into her eyes, the need he saw there almost enough to make him cum without another touch.

“Sara…..” His voice was rough, thick with desire, and the sound of it made Sara shudder involuntarily.

“Please, Jon, don’t tease me…….I need you right now……..”

Forcing herself to move, Sara slipped past him, heading over to the bed, stripping off her tunic as she went, throwing it to the floor. When she reached the bed, she kicked off her sandals and dropped her jeans, clad in only the black mesh of her underwear as she turned to face Jon. He was close behind her, bare chested now, and his hands were unzipping his jeans, his breath catching in his throat at the sensation of the zipper running across his cock, then pushing them off just as he was near enough for her to reach.

She slid her palm down the underside of his cock, fingertips brushing against his balls where they were drawn up tight against his body, and Jon’s breath hissed through his teeth at her touch. Fighting against his need to just let go, Jon took the sides of her thong in his hands and pushed it down to her knees, where it fell the rest of the way to the floor. Now he could see the silvery sheen of her juices on the inside of her thighs, and when he heard her whimper again, he knew she was as desperate as he was. Sara reached back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall by the bed as she looked up at Jon, who grabbed a handful of the bedcover, hauling at it and throwing it aside.

Sara climbed onto the bed wordlessly, turning around on her knees and holding out her arms to Jon. With a groan, he knelt on the bed beside her, pushing her down on her back and laying himself between her thighs as she spread them wide in invitation. He could feel her heat beneath him, and with one hard thrust he buried his length inside her, unwilling to wait even a moment more. Sara cried out, and Jon felt her tightening around him already, already so close to orgasm, and he knew he didn’t have to hold back, this time their need was too urgent. Reaching forward, under the pillows, Jon gripped onto the edge of the mattress, feeling Sara’s fingers biting into his shoulders as she clung to him.

Jon gave an animal grunt as he drove into her again, hearing Sara’s gasping moan in his ear as she raised her knees, spreading her thighs as wide as she could, taking him deeper still. Sara pressed her head down hard against the pillow, her neck arching as she started to cum, feeling Jon’s thrusts quicken, slamming into her even harder now as he reached his own orgasm, his voice an almost unintelligible growl as he said her name over and over, his words matching the rhythm of his driving hips. As the full force of her climax hit Sara, she couldn’t even form his name, just screaming aloud and hearing her voice echo around the room’s high ceiling.

His strength suddenly gone, Jon collapsed on top of Sara, feeling her chest heaving under him. He managed to let go of the mattress as his hands threatened to cramp from the tension of his grip, then he tried to roll clear of Sara, but she just dug her fingers into his shoulders again, bringing one leg over his, holding him there.

As she fought for breath, Sara slid her hands up into Jon’s hair, knotting her fingers into the sweat damp strands and pulling his head up, bringing his mouth to hers. She pressed her lips tenderly against his, opening her mouth when she felt Jon’s tongue press against her. He drove his tongue into her mouth, the kiss as violent as their loving had been, and Sara gave a pitiful moan as she felt him stir inside her, his cock still filling her as they kissed. Finally, Jon pulled back from her mouth, raising his head to look at her with a contented grin.

“I love you, Sara Holland. It’s been a very long time since anything’s felt this right.”

“And I love you right back, rock star.” Sara smiled at him, her tiredness softening the smile, and Jon gently slid off her, onto the mattress.

“You’re tired, baby, aren’t you?”

“No……not really.” She lied unconvincingly, and Jon smiled at her as he sat up, reaching for the bedcover and pulling it over them both.

“You’re such a lousy liar - I can see it in your eyes. C’mere.” He pulled her into his arms, kissing her lightly before tucking her head comfortably onto his shoulder. “Sleep, darlin’. I’m not going anywhere.”

Sara wanted to argue, to try to assert some semblance of independence, but the strain of the last couple of days, combined with the comforting warmth of Jon’s embrace meant she fell asleep while she was still trying to think of something to say. Jon felt her breathing slow as sleep took her, and he tightened his arms around her with a smile, laying his cheek on her hair and closing his eyes.


Next morning, Sara woke to the feeling of a hand gently smoothing up and down her back, and she opened her eyes slowly, momentarily confused by the sight of an expanse of wood floor leading to french windows. As her brain kicked into gear, she remembered where she was, and she rolled onto her back, tilting her head to look at Jon.

“Good morning.” He smiled at her, propped lazily on one elbow beside her, and she gave a soft moan as she rolled to her side to lie facing him.

“What time is it?” She said. Or, at least, she tried to say, the words coming out as a tiny whisper. Clearing her throat, she tried again, and this time at least the words were audible.

“Does it matter?” Jon asked, and she thought about it, then shook her head.

“I don’t suppose it does.” She cleared her throat again. “God, I can hardly speak. Must’ve been all the screaming last night.”

He grinned when she blushed at her own words. “Yeah, I do remember you screaming, darlin’.”

Smiling now, wider awake, Sara pushed Jon over onto his back and leaned across to kiss him.

“I missed you.” She said, lifting her head, moving to straddle him before kissing him again.

Jon felt her soft fingers close around his cock, feeling he was hard already, and he got his hands onto her waist just as she moved down, taking him inside her. Sitting up on him, Sara rolled her hips slowly, settling herself lower on him, and Jon’s hands moved around onto her ass, each hand firmly gripping a round buttock as he rocked her again. It was so different from the previous night, both of them knowing they had all the time in the world, Sara just moving gently while Jon lay beneath her, his hands warm on her skin.

His hands on her ass held her tilted forward, keeping her clit pressing hard onto him as she moved, and Sara smiled lazily as she felt herself start cumming. This time, there was no shattering orgasm, no uncontrolled scream, but just slow waves of pleasure washing through her, and she moaned as the feelings built to a crescendo, still moving atop Jon as the orgasm faded away.

She leaned down to kiss him, and he spoke just before their lips met.

“God, I love to watch you cum, Sara.”

Sara didn’t answer, just licked his lips apart and kissed him deeply, her hips still rocking, then Jon shifted his grip on her slightly and flipped them over so she lay under him. Now that he had the upper hand, or at least the upper position, he pulled his mouth from hers, still holding onto her ass as he drove himself deeper. Sara just looked up at him with a tender smile as he eased back and thrust home again, his eyes closing as he came, the heat spreading inside her while he continued to push against her convulsively.

As his eyes fluttered open again, he pulled his cock out of her and flopped onto the mattress beside her, hands turning her to lie against him while his breathing slowed.

“What do you want to do today?” He asked quietly, and Sara moved to prop her chin on his chest, looking at him.

“I just want to stay with you.” She whispered shyly. “I don’t care what we do, just so long as we do it together.” She suddenly realised how needy she sounded, how possessive, and she began to try to backtrack. “But you probably have things you need to do, and I guess I should go see if Paul’s destroyed the studio. Maybe go home and…..”

Jon laid his fingers on her lips. “Hush. I haven’t got a single thing that I need to do that’s more important than you, Sara. I say we just hang out here. Whaddya think?”

Now he moved his hand away so she could speak, and she gave a sudden, cheeky grin as she sat up.

“That all depends if you have coffee.”

“Absolutely. I even have food. Do you want coffee first, or a shower?”

“Coffee!”

At her reply, Jon grinned and got out of bed, stumbling over their clothes where they were strewn on the floor. From the bathroom, he grabbed a pair of white robes, shrugging into one and bringing the other over for Sara. He held it open for her, his fingers sneaking to cup a soft breast as she slid her arms through the sleeves. Sara moaned softly when his fingers squeezed her nipple, but she pulled the robe shut, tying the belt resolutely. Resignedly, Jon did the same, then he led the way through to the kitchen.