Chapter 140

Finishing his coffee, Jon headed back indoors, collecting Sara’s discarded mug on the way and dumping it, with his, on the little dining table. Through in the bedroom, he stripped off his shirt, tossing it onto an empty chair, then went through to the bathroom, hearing Sara singing softly in the shower. As he entered the bathroom, he heard her start to sing what seemed to be her current favourite song - Aerosmith’s Armageddon hit. He opened the glass shower door, singing the next line softly, seeing her spin around through the steam then smile as she heard his voice singing.

“I could stay lost in this moment……forever….” He grinned. “Mind if I join you?”

“Only in the interests of water conservation.” She smirked, and Jon was laughing as he unzipped his jeans.

“Yeah - I’m really into being environmentally conscious.” He said virtuously.

“Uh-huh - and that’s why we flew here in a private jet, huh?”

Jon looked a little shamefaced as he stepped into the shower, pulling Sara’s wet body against him.

“Okay, so maybe sometimes I’m a hypocrite, but I do try.”

“I know you do. Linda told me about a lot of the charity stuff you do.” Sara kissed him softly, then spun him around and pushed him under the water, backing away. “I’m all clean already. You have the shower - I need to dry my hair.”

“You’re just gonna leave me here alone? Not even going to play lifeguard? What if I drown?” He asked piteously.

“In the shower?” She snorted. “Not really likely, is it baby? Anyway - I want to dry my hair before I get ready for bed.”

Sara closed the door on his dramatically pouting face - mainly to stop herself just going straight back in there to kiss the pout away - and she grabbed a robe on her way through to the bedroom. She dried her hair fast, the high-powered dryer making short work of even her waist-length hair, and she’d just picked up her perfume, tugging the robe open to spray some of the heady scent, when she glanced at the mirror. Jon was standing at the bathroom door, watching her as he leant on the frame, dry but naked, a white towel in one hand.

“Something I can do for you?” She asked impishly, not turning around, just watching him in the mirror as she sprayed the perfume.

“Oh, yeah. You could take that robe right off for a start.”

“You like giving orders, don’t you?” Obediently, though, Sara stood up and untied the belt, shrugging the robe to the floor, still watching his reflected image.

Dropping the towel, Jon pushed away from the doorframe and walked across to her, spinning her by one shoulder so that she faced him. He kissed her, then Sara pulled away, taking his hand and leading him to the bed, quickly throwing her clothes onto the same chair as Jon’s shirt. They both knelt on the bed, facing each other with solemn eyes, then Jon reached out to tenderly caress Sara’s face, the touch prompting her to lean forward and kiss him. As their lips met, Jon’s hand trailed down from her jaw, down to her breast, fingertips teasing her nipple as his other hand cupped under her ass.

Sara had both hands on his face, holding him as they kissed, and Jon shifted slightly, pushing one knee between Sara’s, spreading her thighs apart, then his hand moved from her ass, following along her arm to her hand on his face. Gently, he pulled his head back, kissing her fingertips, her palm, then going back to her lips, still holding her hand in his. Kissing her again, Jon slowly led her hand down her own body, until both their fingers rasped through the short curls, pressing her fingers further between her thighs, encouraging her to stroke herself. For moments, he left his hand on hers, pressing against her, until he felt her shift her weight, her hand moving independently of his as she submitted to his suggestion.

Jon didn’t know how long he could hold on. He was hard already, and knowing what Sara was doing was maddening him further, but he dropped his hand onto her thigh, feeling her sigh into his mouth as her fingertips stroked her own clit. After a moment, he dropped his head, kissing down to her breast, teasing a hard nipple as Sara’s free hand knotted into his hair, then moving his mouth a little lower, sucking on the soft flesh hard enough to leave a tiny red mark on her pale skin. When he moved to her other nipple, biting a little, he heard her moan above him, and he could feel the tiny tremor in her body, the ‘forbidden’ aspect of what they were doing spicing her arousal.

He sat back on his heels, watching her silently, Sara’s eyes fixed on his, a tiny smile on her lips as she did what he’d whispered to her earlier, when he’d asked her if she’d get herself off for him.

Knowing how much she trusted him, how she was willing to do this for him, in front of him, tore at Jon’s soul, and he knew that, if she even just touched his cock right now, he’d probably just cum instantly. He sucked hard on a stiff nipple, then raised his head again, kissing her lips, before moving around behind her, Sara twisting her head to kiss him again, groaning when Jon’s hand slid down her arm, his fingers joining hers deep between her thighs. As she started to cum, Jon’s hand pressed against her harder, forcing her own hand to keep moving as she sobbed through her orgasm, but still his hand moved on her, even as his left hand pushed her forward onto her knees and he slid his swollen cock into her.

Sara took her weight on her left hand as Jon still held her right captive against her clit, the motion of their joined hands - and Jon’s powerful thrusts - pushing her into another orgasm almost immediately as he held to her hip with his free hand. Jon’s self-control had reached it’s limit, Sara’s orgasm destroying the last vestiges of restraint, and with a series of convulsive jerks, he emptied himself inside her, groaning hoarsely. Slumping exhaustedly, Jon sank back onto his heels, sliding out of Sara but pulling her down onto his thighs, holding her close as he gulped for air.

“Jesus, baby.” He panted. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”

“I can’t believe I actually did that. In front of you, I mean.” She blushed, continuing quietly. “You must think I’ve turned into a real whore, huh?”

“Hey!” Jon reached for her chin, turning her to look at him. “Don’t you ever say that. I think you’re remarkable, and I love that you feel comfortable enough with me to do that for me. Don’t you ever call yourself that.”

Sara was still breathing heavily as she slipped off Jon’s lap, moving to lie on the bed, and Jon lay down beside her, stroking her hair back as she smiled at him.

“You make me feel so good.” She whispered. “I don’t just mean……….that….but just……good in every way.”

“Well, that,” he punctuated with a kiss, “is why I’m here, darlin’.”

Smiling, Sara snuggled her head closer to him, closing her eyes as they lay together, resting, at peace.