Chapter 118

In the kitchen, Sara immediately saw the coffee maker, and she filled it with water while Jon took a can of coffee from a shelf. He scooped coffee into the filter, then looked at Sara with raised eyebrows, laughing and adding another scoop when she crossed her eyes at him. Flicking the switch, Jon started the coffee brewing, turning to go to the fridge, feeling Sara’s arms creep around his waist from behind, her body pressed against his back.

Reaching down, he patted her hands where they met on his stomach, then he pulled open the fridge door.

“Okay, we’ve got……eggs, butter, bacon, cheese…… What do you want?”

“You.”

“I meant for breakfast.”

“Not hungry. At least, not hungry for food.”

Grinning, Jon swivelled around in her arms, looking down into her brown eyes as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

“You are a hussy today, aren’t you? I like it.” He gave her a quick, hard kiss. “But, believe me, darlin’ - you're going to need all your strength today.”

“All I need is you.” She replied, pulling his head down again, her mouth meeting his for another kiss.

Jon surrendered to the kiss for long minutes, backing her to the counter and leaning against her as his tongue plundered her mouth. Finally pulling back, Jon groaned as he grinned at her.

“Jesus, you drive me crazy darlin’. But you need to eat.”

Sara made to protest, and Jon laughed as he grabbed her by the waist, hoisting her effortlessly and sitting her on the counter like a child.

“Just you stay there and stop distracting me!” He ordered, and Sara pouted at him but didn’t move, just watching him silently as he returned to the fridge and took out eggs and cheese.

As he took a bowl from the cupboard, he turned to glance at Sara, shaking his head when he saw she’d crossed her legs, the oversized white robe falling away to either side, leaving her legs bare to the thighs.

“I told you to stop distracting me!” He said, and she looked down, smirking as she saw her bare legs.

“Sorry.” She said unrepentantly. “Let me fix that.”

Instead of pulling the robe together, though, she tugged at the belt and the robe fell completely open, the weight of the fabric pulling it down and leaving her naked, silhouetted against the white.

“Oops.” Sara said softly, and Jon grinned, abandoning the bowl and walking across to stand in front of her crossed knees.

“Whatever happened to the shy, innocent girl I met?” He wondered aloud, and Sara smiled.

“She’s still here. Somewhere.”

Jon leaned forward to kiss her, then moved his head down, sucking a nipple into his mouth, his tongue lapping greedily against her skin. He slid lower, then his hands were on her knees, uncrossing her legs as he looked up into her eyes, a smirk twisting his lips.

“You’re such a bad girl.” Jon whispered, stretching out a foot to hook one of the tall stools, pulling it to where he stood.

He still held her legs as he sat on the stool, high enough that he was able to draw her other nipple into his mouth now, nipping at the hard point with his teeth. Slowly, he kissed his way down her belly, and Sara gasped an unconvincing protest as he ducked his shoulders, bringing her thighs up onto his biceps as he buried his head between her thighs. Her legs were raised high by his shoulders, and she couldn’t easily move away even if she’d wanted to, and the feel of his light stubble on her flesh made her shiver.

Sara tried to speak, but her words turned into a groan as Jon drove his tongue deep inside her, and now she really couldn’t move away as his hands gripped her ass, tilting her toward his mouth. Sliding his tongue free of her, Jon kissed her clit lightly, then the hard point of his tongue circled teasingly around the taut bud, occasionally just licking over her flesh, continuing the tormenting movements until he heard her moaning. He slid his tongue into her again, her juices slick around him, letting her ease back slightly from the brink, then he licked forward against her, tormenting her anew, feeling her pushing back against his hands as she whimpered his name.

He drew his tongue out of her once more, dragging upward and over her clit, then he fastened his lips around the quivering flesh, licking then sucking hard. As she moved against him, he dug his fingers harder into her buttocks, holding her captive while he continued to goad her with lips and tongue, driving her hard into orgasm, feeling one of her hands grabbing at his hair as she came with a sobbing cry.

As she shuddered, bucking against him, Jon took one hand off her ass, reaching down to untie his own belt, hard and eager to drive inside her. He took his mouth away from her pussy, kissing up to her breasts as he got off the stool, tugging her toward him and sliding into her hot, wet flesh, still pulsing with her orgasm.

“Such a bad girl.” He repeated, and Sara curled herself around him as he rammed deeper into her.

“But that’s how you like me.” She gasped as he pulled back and pounded himself into her again.

“I know.” Jon muttered as his mouth closed over hers, and Sara had both arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as he thrust into her.

Sara just clung onto him as Jon’s strong hands gripped her buttocks, holding her exactly how he wanted her as he kept driving his cock deep into her, and they were still kissing when she felt him stiffen against her, then the hot rush deep inside as Jon came. He groaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating against her tongue, and he drew his head back enough to rest his forehead against hers, breathing hard.

Slowly, his grip on her ass relaxed, and Sara let her legs drop from their position locked around Jon’s flanks, and he raised his head to look at her. Sara smiled softly at him.

“Now you can feed me.” She giggled, and Jon grinned.

“Well, I’ve already eaten….”

“Jon!” Sara shrieked, but she was laughing. “And you called me bad?”

“Oh, you are bad, darlin’. And I love you for it. You’re such a contradiction.”

“How d’you mean?”

“Well, you seem so sweet and quiet - and I know how innocent you were when we met - but you’ve got a real naughty streak, too. When we met, I’d never have suspected that.”

“I’ve always had a dirty mind, and a good imagination.” Sara smiled at him. “I guess I’ve just never had anybody to share my fantasies with.”

“Fantasies, huh? Such as?”

Grinning, Jon tugged her tighter toward him, his cock still inside her as he looked at her with gleaming eyes. “Well? Tell me your fantasies, darlin’.”

Sara blushed, looking over his shoulder to avoid his penetrating eyes.

“I can’t.” She whispered.

“Okay, now you’ve got me intrigued.” He smiled, raising a hand to turn her to look him in the eyes again. “I’ll tell you one of mine, but it’s one you’ve already fulfilled for me.”

“What? I can’t believe that. You’ve been married for so long - surely Dorothea fulfilled every fantasy you could have had?”

“Hell, no.” Jon shifted his stance slightly, and Sara felt him slide out of her as he moved. “Okay, you remember the night in the woods? You had on that gorgeous black dress.”

“The night you bit me.” She grinned, and Jon actually blushed slightly.

“Yeah, I did, didn’t I? Well, other than the biting part, I’d always wondered……always wanted to make love in the woods like that. And to answer your other question, Dorothea isn’t exactly the outdoors type, Sara. For years now she’s taken the whole wife-and-mother thing pretty seriously, too.” He kissed her, then drew back again. “So, come on - your turn. Tell me one of your fantasies, baby.”

Even though there was nobody else in the apartment, Sara drew his head forward, whispering in his ear, and she heard Jon give a soft, growling chuckle as she sat back again.

“Really? I like the sound of that, sweetheart. In fact, I really like that idea.” Jon kissed her again, then released his hold on her and stepped back. “Now, how about breakfast?”

“Coffee!”

Jon tied his robe, fingering the soft belt thoughtfully, then he helped Sara down from the counter and belted her robe shut, too.

“Mugs are in a cupboard somewhere.” He said vaguely. “And I need to find a pan if I’m going to make an omelette.”

They began searching cupboards, soon finding what they needed, and Sara poured coffee as Jon started breaking eggs into the bowl.

“Can I help?” Sara asked, but Jon shook his head.

“Nope. Omelettes I can manage. Why don’t you go sit down, darlin’, and I’ll yell when it’s ready.”

Sara nodded and took her coffee over to a small table, laying down the mug then disappearing off to the bedroom, returning carrying her laptop. While Jon was busy in the kitchen, she booted up the computer and started clicking through some of the pictures she’d taken, looking up at the wide, bare wall, trying to visualise which of the photographs would work best.

“Breakfast!” Jon called, and Sara laid down the laptop, taking her coffee with her as she went to eat.