Chapter 141

After a while, when their breathing was steady and their bodies began to feel the chill of evening, Sara opened her eyes again, angling her head so she could look up at Jon. His eyes were still closed, a slight smile on his lips as he felt her gaze, and a purring moan of contentment came from deep in his throat as his hand lightly rested on her side.

“I need to shower again.” Sara said softly. “So much for conserving water.”

“Babe.” Jon murmured, opening his eyes unwillingly. “You can’t be dirty……..you only just showered.”

“I know, and then you got me all wet and sticky before I could even put on the new nightie I bought!”

“Is it pretty?” Jon was starting to feel less drowsy now, and the naughty quirk to her answering smile stimulated his attention further.

“I think so. It’s lacy. But you probably don’t want to see it.”

With a low rumble of laughter, Jon sat up, pulling Sara with him.

“Damn right I want to see it. I just hope you didn’t spend too much on it……..just in case it gets ripped when I strip it back off you.” He kissed her hard then slid off the bed. “I’ll go get us some more wine…..you can get into your nightie….”

Sara watched him walk through to the sitting room, his nudity not bothering him, then she got off the bed and opened her bag, pulling out the fine black lace nightie. In case Jon came back through unexpectedly, she took the nightie and matching thong into the bathroom, quickly washing away the residue of their lovemaking before dressing - if the term ‘dressed’ covered what she was wearing.

When she emerged into the bedroom, it was still empty, and she walked across to the doorway, looking out into the sitting room. Jon was pouring wine, and he looked up as he sensed her presence, almost dropping the wine bottle as he saw her. A slow grin spread across his face as he looked at her, the black lace somehow revealing yet concealing everything. He could see the outline of black panties under the fabric, and the halter top bared most of her chest, but still covered her breasts. Grinning, he gestured to her to turn around, and Sara complied with a smile, turning so that Jon saw the low sweep of the back, only just covering the top of her thong. As she moved, the long skirt swayed apart along the slit which ran right up one thigh, then Sara completed her pirouette and crossed the room with that unconsciously provocative walk, hips pushing forward with her long stride.

“I was going to ask if you liked it.” Sara said throatily, stepping closer to brush her fingers over his stiffening cock. “But I think I have my answer.”

“Oh, yeah, I like it.” Jon grinned as he laid down the bottle and rested both hands on her hips. “How does it come back off?”

“Can’t I at least wear it for five minutes?” She smirked, her lips twisting a little as Jon slipped a hand lower, finding the side split and sliding his hand inside, up onto her bare ass.

“I guess it doesn’t have to come all the way off.” He muttered, his other hand bunching the lace, tugging the skirt upward as he kissed her throat.


The next thing Sara was aware of was Jon’s voice, and her immediate instinct was to comfort him, hearing the worried note as he said her name, repeating it over and over. She could feel his arm under her shoulders, a hand stroking her hair, and she felt like she was waking from a deep sleep as she opened her eyes.

“Oh, thank God.” Jon blurted. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Yeah, I………….uh…….what happened?”

She was lying on the couch, Jon kneeling beside her, holding her.

“You passed out.” He said, then grinned shakily. “Scared the shit outta me. How do you feel now?”

“Okay. A bit woolly maybe, but okay. Hell - I should’ve told you.”

“Told me what?” As he spoke, Jon supported Sara as she swung into a sitting position, raising her head cautiously, wary of dizziness.

“Earlier - when the room service guy was here - my back was hurting from the way I’d been sitting out on the balcony, and I took a couple of painkillers. Sometimes this happens when I take them.”

“Jesus! You really scared me, darlin’. I’m just glad I was already holding you, because you went down fast.”

She grinned ruefully, peeking at him through the curtain of hair falling forward. “Kinda ruined the atmosphere, huh?”

“Fuck that. As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters, Sara. Right. Come on.”

Jon stood, scooping her into his arms as he did, and over Sara’s feeble protests, he carried her through to the bed. He set her down on her feet for a moment, flicking the cover down, then laid her on the mattress.

“No arguments.” He said firmly. “Just stay there.”

Sara didn’t argue. God, it felt good to have somebody take care of her. Hell, just to have somebody care about her. Jon went around the bed and climbed in the other side, lying down next to her.

“Does your back still hurt?”

“No. S’fine now. I’m sorry, Jon.”

“Sorry for what? Just hush. C’mere.”

Jon shifted closer, spooning his body against hers, and Sara gave a groan of pleasure at the heat of him against her back, soothing the aching muscles.

“I love you.” She breathed, then felt Jon’s lips on her shoulder, kissing then moving gently as he mumbled his love back to her.


Sara dozed, or at least thought she only dozed, but when she opened her eyes there was sunlight beating down on the bed, and she realised groggily that it was morning. Neither of them had moved during the night, although she could feel from the warm touch that Jon’s hand had sneaked through the split in her gown again, his fingers wrapped comfortably around her upper thigh. His breathing was warm on the back of her neck, and Sara smiled as she carefully flexed her back, feeling a dull throb but no real pain. Her movement, though, was enough to wake Jon, and his palm rubbed across her leg as he murmured in her ear.

“Good morning, sunshine. How do you feel?”

“I feel like I slept the whole night with a gorgeous man holding me safe. But, if you mean my back, it feels great.”

“Good.”

Slowly, Sara rolled around to face Jon, kissing him good morning, then she sat up slowly, Jon watching closely but not helping her, just waiting to see if she needed it. Sara got out of bed and turned to look down at Jon.

“Coffee?”

“Sounds good, darlin’.”

While Sara went through to make coffee, Jon went into the bathroom, and when he came out he brought a robe with him, shrugging into it as he followed Sara to the sitting room. The coffee was ready, and they each took a mug out onto the balcony, sitting in the early sun and chatting quietly. Jon was startled when he heard a knock at the door, but Sara stood up slowly.

“I called down, ordered some breakfast.” She said, heading for the door, but Jon stopped her.

“Darlin’, with you in that getup, the waiter’s going to get one hell of a tip. I’ll go!”

Giggling, Sara sat down again, and Jon went inside, calling to her once the waiter was safely gone. They ate breakfast, then shared the shower companionably, washing each other, touching without teasing, loving with silent smiles and glances.

Soon enough, they were out of the hotel, and back at the airport, boarding Jon’s plane. After takeoff, Sara got out of her seat and stretched, and Jon winced when he heard the crack of her back.

“Ow.” He said softly as Sara relaxed.

“Feels better now.” She assured him. “Maybe I should lie down though?”

Jon looked up at her, then smirked at her expression.

“Maybe I should join you.”

Unsnapping his seat belt, Jon stood and took Sara’s hand for a second, then put his hands on her hips from behind and propelled her toward the rear of the plane.