Chapter 138

The car pulled up at the hotel and the driver came around to open the door, then the trunk, taking out their bags. Before Sara could pick up her bag, Jon grabbed it, slinging the strap onto his shoulder and grunting theatrically at the weight.

“Jesus, woman! What have you got in here?”

“Just………stuff! Clothes and stuff.”

“I told you you didn’t need clothes.” He growled, leering at her, and Sara smirked back at him.

“But, then, you haven’t seen what I’ve packed, have you?”

Jon was still laughing as they walked into the plush hotel, crossing to the reception desk. Before the girl at the desk could say anything, though, the manager appeared, effusively greeting Jon and waving dismissively at the receptionist.

“We can take care of that upstairs.” He told her, taking the registration form and key from her.

He led Sara and Jon to the elevator, then when they reached the top floor, he showed them to the suite. Jon quickly scribbled his signature on the form then took the key from the manager and ushered him politely but firmly to the door. The manager closed the door on his way out, and Jon flipped the lock, turning to face Sara with a lopsided grin hanging on his face.

Sara smiled back at him, then turned away, walking across the sitting room to the glass doors and opening them, stepping out onto the wide balcony. The balcony ran the full length of the suite, with a second set of doors leading back into the bedroom of the suite, and the view was beautiful, the sun bright on the water, sending sparks of light in a thousand directions. Jon came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face against her neck, growling softly as he jokingly worried her neck, his teeth nibbling and teasing.

“Mmmmmm.” Sara purred, tilting her head away to let him nip his way around her neck, leaning back into him as she closed her eyes.

She felt his hands move, palms flattening against her lower belly as he pulled her against his hips, mouth still on her skin, nibbling at her throat now, working up to her ear. Purring again, Sara shifted her weight, moving her ass against him, feeling him growing behind her, then she twisted around so that Jon’s mouth caught hers, his hands now on her ass as they kissed.

Sara slipped a hand between their bodies, cupping him, and Jon backed up, going back into the room, stumbling slightly on the lip of the doorframe but still not releasing her mouth. As Sara gently squeezed her hand on him, Jon pushed her backward again, into the wall beside the glass doors. Jon unfastened her jeans, sliding his hands into the waist to push both denim and the silky thong down until they fell at her ankles. On the return journey, his hand caught hers, groaning into her mouth as his hand pushed her palm against him harder, his hips thrusting forward automatically against the pressure, then he unfastened his own jeans as Sara moved, tugging her feet free until she stood there in just her shirt, her hand now grasping his naked cock.

“Bedroom?” He muttered against her lips, unwilling to break the contact even to speak.

“Here.” Sara replied, cutting off the conversation by slipping her tongue forward against his again, her fingers playing against him.

With another groan, Jon grabbed her waist, lifting her until he felt her legs wrap around him, letting her hand guide him inside. Jon spread his legs slightly as he felt her feet move between his thighs, their combined movement pushing her thighs wider, his cock sinking deeper into her. It seemed like forever since they’d shared this special, sensual connection, and Jon steadied Sara against the wall as he thrust into her again. Sara could feel the roughness of his jeans against her skin, and the near pain as the brass zipper scraped against her thighs with every thrust of his hips, Jon’s jeans only having made it far enough to let him get inside her.

Her legs slipped slightly, her weight driving Jon deeper yet, and he cupped his hands under her buttocks, supporting her as he drove into her again. Sara’s kiss grew more frenzied as her position left her helpless in Jon’s grasp, and she knotted her fingers into his hair as every thrust drove her higher until she fell, crashing into her orgasm and tearing her mouth from his as she cried out. Jon felt her tightening around him, almost unbearable, then the beautiful sensation of release as he came, too, feeling the heat flood from him, into Sara.

Both of them panting, they leaned against the wall, Jon still holding Sara in the palms of his hands. As they caught their breath, Sara felt Jon softening, slipping away from her, and as she felt him pull free of her, she carefully dropped her feet to the floor, taking her own weight again.

“God, I love you.” She whispered, then giggled and continued before Jon could speak. “Yeah, I know - I can still call you Jon!”

Jon’s hands came up to cup her face, his blue eyes fixed on her as he smiled. “I love you too, sweetheart.” One thumb rubbed lightly across her mouth, her lips reddened from their kisses. “More every day.”

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and a muffled voice called ‘Room service, sir. Compliments of the manager’.

Sighing resignedly, Jon yelled back. “Yeah. Just coming.”

“Wrong tense.” Sara smirked as he stepped back, releasing her and tucking himself back into his jeans.

“Huh?”

“Wrong tense.” She reached for her own jeans. “You should’ve said ‘just came’!”

Jon faked a shocked look, his eyes widening dramatically as his mouth dropped open.

“What?” Sara said, matching the wide-eyed expression with an innocent look of her own.

Grinning, Jon delivered a light but stinging slap to her bare ass, making her yelp. “Hussy.” He grinned as he headed for the door.

Before he opened the door, though, he turned to check if Sara was decent again, grinning again when he watched her pull on the low-cut jeans, but just pick up her thong and tuck it into her pocket. Opening the door, he stepped aside to let the waiter walk in, pushing a trolley which held a selection of fruit, juices and a bottle of Pinot Grigio. Obviously somebody at the hotel had remembered his preferences. Jon tipped the waiter and locked the door behind him again.

“The perks of the job, huh?” Sara said, walking across to where the delivery had been set out on the sideboard.

“Yeah. These hotels, there’s always somebody with a book, keeping notes on what regular guests prefer, just so they can stay one step ahead.”

“Nice.” Sara picked a strawberry, taking a bite then offering the rest of the red fruit to Jon. He nipped it from her fingers with his teeth, sucking the juice from her fingers as he did.

“D’you want some wine?” Jon asked, picking up the bottle. “This stuff’s pretty nice.”

“Ummm…….I’ll try it at least. I always think white wine is very bitter.”

With a practiced touch, Jon uncorked the bottle, pouring a little into a pristine glass and taking a drink. He knew what he liked, and it just wasn’t him, being all pretentious and going through the whole ritual of wine tasting. The smooth, honeyed flavor, with the almost buttery tinge was perfect, and he held out the glass to Sara. She took a sip, holding it in her mouth for a moment, then swallowing.

“I’ll have a little.” She decided, about to add ‘You’ve finally driven me to drink’, then realising perhaps that wasn’t the best thing to say, given his mom’s affinity to alcohol.

Jon poured them each a glass of the wine - only half-filling Sara’s - and they took the wine and the bowl of fruit out onto the balcony, settling into a pair of comfortable rattan chairs to enjoy the view.