Chapter 133

Jon woke to darkness, with just the faint glow from the little nightlight to let him get his bearings in the room. He gently nudged Sara awake, and she stretched slowly, her body pressing against him, kindling his lust with just the simple contact.

“Let’s go to bed.” He said quietly, and Sara gave a soft ‘mmmmm’ of agreement as she dragged herself off the couch.

Sara folded the abandoned pizza box shut and picked it up, along with the two empty glasses.

“Why don’t you just leave that until tomorrow?” Jon suggested as she turned toward the kitchen.

“Because the last thing I want to see tomorrow is a dead pizza box, and it’ll stink up the house. Only take a minute to toss it in the trash.”

Jon watched her walk through into the kitchen, his eyes following the movements of her ass in the loose jeans, feeling cheated when she disappeared from sight. He heard the kitchen door open, then the muted sounds of the box hitting the garbage can, and when he heard the outer door close again he got off the couch and strolled across, meeting Sara as she emerged from the kitchen.

He lightly cupped his hands around her face, feeling her soft lips part when he kissed her.

“Sleepy?” He asked as he looked down at her, seeing the cheeky smile on her lips as she replied.

“Not that sleepy.”

Sara stepped forward slightly, her hips pressing against his, rubbing herself lightly against him as she looked up with wide, innocent eyes. The innocent expression didn’t really match the movement of her pelvis, or the hands which slipped down to cup Jon’s ass, and he shook his head as he laughed.

“Hussy.” He said mildly, his own hands mimicking her action, but sliding inside her jeans to grip her ass tightly, grinding himself against her.

The touch of his hands on her bare butt was enough to quicken Sara’s blood, and with her hands still on his jeans she tilted her head up to kiss Jon. His hands squeezed on her ass as he pulled her tighter against him, Sara feeling him beginning to grow hard against her, his cock protesting the confinement of his jeans. Without breaking their kiss, Jon dropped his hands lower into her jeans, scooping under to lift her off the floor. Sara lost her grip on his butt, hooking her thighs around him and moving her hands into his hair instead, Jon’s tongue in her mouth.

Jon took a couple of steps, heading for the bedroom, but in his distraction getting the direction a little wrong, thumping Sara against the wall instead.

“Shit.” He muttered. “Maybe I should look where I’m going. Sorry, darlin’.”

“S’okay. You can put me down - I can walk to bed.”

“I know you can.” Jon bumped her a little higher, finally taking his hands out of her jeans, just cupping them underneath her. “But I like you here.”

He turned them the right way and carried her to the bedroom, still holding her until he reached the bed, then letting her slide slowly to the floor. They both undressed, watching each other, then Sara turned to tug the cover down, her back to Jon. He could see the marks of his grip on her pale skin, with the tiny bruises dotting her hips from his fingers holding her in the jacuzzi. As she stretched forward, he couldn’t stop himself - didn’t really try - his fingers dipping between her thighs, sliding into her heat. Sara gasped in surprise as a finger slid deep inside her, the gasp becoming a moan when Jon’s hand shifted, moving forward to caress her clit. The tender ache from the previous night had faded to a bearable sensitivity to his touch, then she felt him press two fingers just inside before drawing his hand away again.

Sara moved onto the bed, turning on her knees to face him.

“Okay?” Jon whispered, and she nodded.

“Very okay. Come here, baby.”

Jon got into bed as Sara lay down, and he pulled the cover up over them both then reached for her, feeling her hand already stroking his cock with a slow, steady pressure. Under the cover, Jon’s hands travelled her, sliding up her flank, feeling the hard, tight nipple against his palm as his fingers closed around her breast. As he kissed her, Sara still languidly stroked him, until he was rock hard in her hand, feeling his groan of pleasure more than hearing it as he brought his hand down her side again, raising her leg onto his hip, moving in a little closer, until he could feel her heat on him.

Dropping his head lower, Jon trailed the tip of his tongue down from her mouth, pausing to nip at her throat, his tongue bathing the hollow, then he slipped further down until he captured a taut, rosy nipple between his lips. He opened his mouth to press his tongue to her nipple, teasing against her until Sara grabbed onto his hair, pulling hard enough to make him wince as she tugged his head up. Jon closed his teeth lightly, scraping over the delicate skin as she pulled his mouth to hers. Jon let Sara lead the way now, and she tilted her pelvis, guiding the tip of him inside, then Jon pressed forward, holding her hips, steadying her and easing her down as he slid slowly and gently into her.

Sara whimpered softly as he filled her, and Jon pulled his head back to look at her, his eyes asking if this was okay. In response, she just gave a blissful smile, rippling her hips against him, taking him a little deeper.

“You feel so good.” She whispered, and Jon tightened his grip on her, pulling her with him as he rolled onto his back.

Straddling him, her knees around his sides, Sara leaned down to kiss Jon again, feeling him catching up her hair in one hand, holding it back from their faces. His free hand slid onto her back, then down to tuck his fingers around her buttock, gently rocking her into motion, feeling her walls tight around him as she moved. Sara gave a soft moan at the feeling of his cock inside her, tightening herself deliberately around him, feeling the rumble in Jon’s chest as he groaned at the pressure.

She pulled away from his mouth, rising higher and supporting herself with her hands on the bar of the headboard. Jon smiled up at her as he brought both hands onto her hips, raising her slightly before pulling her down harder onto him, tilting her to press her clit against the base of him. He watched her eyes flutter closed as she arched her back, pushing hard against the headboard as she took him deeper, and she ground her hips down onto him, opening her eyes again to look down on him with a smile.

Tightening his stomach muscles, Jon pulled himself into a sitting position, feeling Sara’s thighs pushed wider as he moved, hearing her tiny gasp as he stretched her further. He kissed between her breasts, licking up her chest until he buried his mouth against her, biting gently just where her shoulder began the rise into her neck. Whimpering again, Sara rose slightly, onto her knees, so she could move her legs around, her knees now under Jon’s armpits, ankles crossed behind him, tilting her hips until she couldn’t pull herself any closer, Jon jammed into her as deeply as possible.

She pulled her hands from the bar and grabbed onto his shoulders as Jon bit her again, his tongue immediately laving across her skin, soothing the pain. Somehow, he wasn’t quite sure how, Jon managed to move onto his knees without dislodging Sara from her position wrapped around him, and Sara could feel the muscles of his thighs bulging against her as he moved.

Carefully, Jon moved them both until he laid Sara gently on her back, her head just missing the foot of the bed, lying on top of the covers now. She kept her legs locked around him as he eased back and thrust into her again, keeping himself as controlled as possible, terrified of hurting her again. He leaned on his elbows, hands cupping her face as he pressed a rain of soft kisses to her cheeks, her eyes, finally to her lips, her tongue slick and hot in his mouth, the taste of her straining his control.

Sara shifted a little, her legs wrapping tighter around him, and Jon could feel her beginning to tip toward the edge of orgasm, her fingernails pressing tiny points of pain into his shoulders. He kept moving steadily, with long, slow strokes that were driving her gradually crazy, and he could feel her hips thrusting against him, meeting and matching his rhythm. Sara pressed her head back into the mattress as Jon’s lips trailed from hers, down to nibble on her throat before biting lightly on her shoulder again. She couldn’t explain it, couldn’t understand it, but the feel of his teeth on her skin, the gentle biting excited her, and a moan tore from her throat when his teeth closed a little harder just as the base of him ground into her clit.

“You like that?” He murmured against her skin, licking where he’d bitten.

“Uh-huh…….” She whispered, moaning helplessly when he did it again. “Jon……” She managed to sob out his name as he pushed deep again, and she could feel herself trembling as she started to lose herself in her orgasm, dimly aware of crying out, but not entirely sure the sound came from her.

Jon tried not to drive into her harder, much as he wanted to, just drilling slow strokes into her, letting her orgasm pull him along until he came, forcing himself to open his mouth on her shoulder, not to bite down hard on her soft skin. Sara was just aware of the hot rush inside her as Jon came, and she knotted her fingers into his hair, pulling his mouth to hers as they slowly stopped moving. Jon kept his weight on his elbows as they kissed, then as Sara slowly released him from the grip of her thighs, he carefully slid free of her, moving to lie beside her.

As they relaxed, they became aware of the chill in the room, and Sara suddenly realised they were upside down on the bed, their feet by the pillows. She dragged herself to her knees, kissed Jon lightly, then crawled to the top of the bed. When Jon joined her, he pulled the cover up again, and when Sara lay down on her side, Jon tucked himself behind her, his belly against her back, and his left arm wrapped around her. Dropping a kiss on her neck, Jon whispered goodnight, and Sara turned her head slightly to kiss him again before saying her own goodnight.