Chapter 139

They were still sitting on the balcony as the sun began it’s slow descent across the sky, finally dipping to touch the horizon. Sara had her bare feet propped high on the balcony wall while Jon sprawled in his chair, boots lying abandoned on the tiles. On a trip inside to get a refill on his wine, Jon had flicked on the state-of-the-art music system, finding it was pre-loaded with a wide range of music and setting it to play some stuff he liked, adding some that he was pretty sure would find favour with Sara. It had been a wonderfully relaxing way to spend an hour or so, sitting there in the fading sunlight, drinking a little wine and listening to some good music in the company of the woman he was falling deeper in love with every day.

Finally, though, his stomach was beginning to revolt against the lack of substantial nourishment it had received today. The wine and fruit really wasn’t cutting it, and Jon lazily rolled his head against the cushioned chairback to look at Sara.

“You hungry?” He asked softly, and she turned to face him.

“Mm-hm. Delicious as the fruit is, I need real food.”

“Honey, chocolate is not real food.”

“Awww.” Sara pouted. “Do you want to go out somewhere? Find a restaurant?”

“I’m more in the mood for room service.” He answered, with that lazy, wicked smile spreading across his face.

“Mmmm. Sounds good. Then I don’t need to change my clothes.”

“Nothing wrong with what you’re wearing, babe.” Jon told her. “There’s a room service menu inside.”

Sara cocked an eyebrow at him. “You telling me to go get it?”

“Well,” he said judiciously, “you are closer. Besides, it’s your turn - I went for the wine.”

“Okay then, rockstar.” Groaning, Sara dropped her feet to the floor again, dragging herself from the comfort of the chair and going into the suite.

Thinking ahead, she brought the cordless phone out along with the menu, and they made their selection and called it down to the desk. Sara felt achy from her slumped position in the chair, and she remained standing while they ordered dinner, then Jon beckoned her to come over, to sit on his lap and she complied with alacrity. Jon hugged her tightly, and Sara wound her arms around his neck, holding him close, feeling him sigh contentedly against her.

They were still huddled together when they heard the knocking at the door of the suite, and the faint voice saying ‘room service’. Groaning, Jon tipped Sara onto her feet, then she pulled him from the chair and they went back inside. While Jon opened the door to let the waiter in, Sara headed for the bedroom, or more precisely for the attached bathroom. When she came back into the room, the waiter was gone, and Jon was just bringing the wine glasses in from the balcony, setting them down on the small table where the waiter had laid out the meal.

“Ma’am.” Jon said with a tiny bow, pulling out her chair.

Giggling, Sara sat down, letting him nudge the chair closer to the table.

“Why, thank you, waiter.” She grinned as Jon took the square of folded linen from beside her plate, snapping it open and laying it across her lap like a waiter in a fancy restaurant. Of course, a waiter wouldn’t have trailed his fingers up over her stomach and breast as he drew his hand away.

The plates were covered, and when they removed the shining silver domes, Jon looked a little sadly at his Caesar salad with grilled chicken, then across at Sara’s plate, the pile of golden fries beside the juicy burger which was lavishly topped with cheese and bacon.

“Shit. I think I made the wrong choice.” He muttered.

“Told you to have a burger.” Sara smirked. “Healthy isn’t good for you!”

“Yeah, but chicken’s high in protein, darlin’, which is good for you.”

Sara dropped her head slightly to hide her smile, gazing over at him through lowered lashes as her tongue darted out to dab briefly at her lip.

“There’s protein in a lot of things, baby. And more fun than chicken salad, too.”

Jon felt the twitch of interest in his cock at her response, and he gave a crooked grin as he picked up his fork and speared a piece of chicken.

“Darlin’, you’d better stop talking and eat your burger, or it’s gonna be cold by the time I let you get back to it.”

“Ooh……can’t have that.” Sara replied, taking one of the fries, but not quite letting Jon off the hook so easily. “I like my meat hot.”

She didn’t quite catch what Jon muttered under his breath, but she could guess at the meaning as she looked over at the smirk twisting his lips, seeing him shake his head. They fell into silence as they ate, Jon watching Sara surreptitiously. God, there was just something so erotic about a woman who enjoyed her food, and didn’t think she had to eat like some kind of princess. Sara gave her burger the attention it deserved, only protesting mildly when Jon stole a handful of fries. As she finished the burger, Jon saw the gleam of grease from the burger on the corner of her mouth, and he was about to point it out, then just beckoned to her.

“What?” Sara said, leaning forward over the table anyway. Jon matched her movement, catching her chin in his hand as his tongue flicked out to lick away the juice.

As they both sat back again, Sara’s tongue darted out to lick over the same corner as Jon had, tasting the faint residue of him on her skin.

“Coffee?” She asked, and when Jon nodded Sara stood and crossed over to the coffee machine, seeing that it was already filled and ready to go, so she just switched it on.

When the coffee was ready, they each took a mug back out onto the balcony, watching the final rays of the dying sun splash golden lights over the ocean. As the sun vanished from sight, the lights along the beachfront flickered into life, until the coast was a fairyland of dancing, sparkling neon. Finishing her coffee, Sara stretched, squirming away when Jon reached across to slide his hand under her shirt when it rode up.

“Stoppit.” She giggled unconvincingly, and Jon rolled lithely from his chair, onto his knees next to her, nuzzling his mouth against her bare stomach.

He pulled away after a moment, moving to kiss her as one hand stole under the shirt again, moving to her breast with a gentle but sure touch. Sara kissed him back for long moments, then Jon brought his lips to her ear, whispering.

“I want to ask you something.” He began, kissing her earlobe in punctuation before he continued softly.

At his next words, Sara pulled away, looking at him with wide eyes. “You what?”

Jon quietly repeated what he’d asked, and Sara nibbled her lip nervously.

“I don’t know. I mean, I don’t know if I could……..”

“S’okay.” He assured her with a soft grin. “Just think about it…..”

“I will.” She promised, half of her wondering why she felt like it was such a big deal. “I’m going to take a shower, I think.”

“Okay, baby. I’ll see you soon - just going to finish my coffee.”

Her mind churning over Jon’s suggestion - or was it a request? - Sara kissed him then headed on inside, dropping her clothes on the bed before heading into the shower.

Jon stayed sitting on the balcony, his mind wandering aimlessly, occasionally wondering what Sara’s decision would be, but not worrying about it. If she would, she would. If not, well, that was fine, too. He had a feeling, though, that she’d say yes, because he’d seen the spark of interest in her eyes before her timidity crushed down on her still-awakening sexuality.