Chapter 64

Before Brianna could respond - or think of how to - his lips stole her voice. His kiss was different this time. It wasn't demanding or devouring or even intense like his previous kisses. This was gentle, exploring.......seductive. Tongue tasted, lips brushed, then clung, teasing.....inciting.

The way this evening was going to end was inevitable. She couldn't fight her own needs and his. The only question was how they were going to get there.

Brianna groaned, her lips swelling, pulsing, hungry for more. Her hands reached up to clench in the hair on either side of his head, exerting pressure to urge him closer. When he resisted, she licked at him, finally resorting to nipping at his lips, scraping them with her teeth.

Jon chuckled. "Patience Golden Eyes. We're going to take it slow this time."

With the blood already heating and thickening in her veins, slow was not her preference. She frowned. "Why?"

"Because up until now we've always been rushed or impatient. While I enjoyed every minute of it, it was a little selfish. I haven't been as considerate or attentive to you as I should have. I want tonight to be about you and your pleasure."

If that was his goal, he was off to a great start. Brianna's mind was already spinning. She'd never experienced anything like he was describing and didn't know what to expect. That uncertainty - and anticipation - focused her attention and her senses even more on his every movement and every touch.

Agile fingers tugged at the ties to her robe, unravelling the knot and allowing the thick terry cloth to fall away like wrapping paper, revealing the present underneath. As his gaze licked over the vision of her in red silk and lace, he prayed he had enough self control to keep his promise. The tightening in his groin warned him it was going to be a close thing. His mouth went dry. "Jesus! Is all your lingerie like this?"

She shrugged, her lips twitching. "I like the feel of lace and silk against my skin. It's comfortable." The fact that it garnered this type of reaction from the males of the species that got close enough to see it was just a bonus. But she didn't think she'd warn him that the simple nightgown she was wearing was one of her tamer ones. She'd leave him to discover that on his own later.

"For you maybe." He muttered.

Her husky laugh, filled with sensual promise, added fuel to the embers of his arousal, tightening the fit of his pants even more. One callused fingertip traced the scalloped edge of the lace covering her breasts....barely. He watched in fascination as her nipples pebbled and goosebumps appeared on her upper chest. His voice came out as a growl. "You're a tease."

Brianna's eyes narrowed against the ripples of sensation radiating from his tantalizing touch. One feminine brow rose. "Pot and kettle there sweetheart."

Both hands came up to cover her breasts and massage gently. His lips pressed against hers, then backed off until they were barely touching. "I haven't begun to tease."

She felt as much as heard his whispered words. "Mmmmm." Her tongue traced his bottom lip. "Just remember that two can play that game."

He chuckled. "Looking forward to it."

Delicate hands eased him back. Stepping to the side, she start towards her bedroom. "Then come with me."

"Where are you taking me?" He didn't wait for her response before following her down the hallway.

She threw him a sultry look over her shoulder. "To my lair."

"Sounds cozy."

"I've always thought so."

The room wasn't as big as his, but it was a decent size. The decor was modern - mostly neutral colours and black  - accented with rich, warm wood and splashes of colour here and there. Very her, but not exactly what he was expecting from a 'lair'.

Until he looked closer. The textures and fabrics used where down right sensual. The walls had the texture as well as the colour of suede and the lampshades were patterned velvet. The bed - the focal point of the room - was high and wide. The black, brown and white animal print cover that spilled onto the floor was fur, as were the throw rugs on the hardwood floor.

Conservative surface distracting from the sensual truth. Just like her. Jon grinned, pleased that he'd discovered her secret and was about to embark on a quest to explore the depths of that concealed wantonness. He suspected that what he'd experienced so far was only a drop in the ocean of her passion. It was a journey that might well take the rest of their lives. And he was looking forward to every minute of it.

When Brianna reached the bed and started to straighten the rumpled sheets, Jon stopped her with a hand on her arm, turning her to face him. He fingered the terry cloth and remembered the kimono she bought in Japan. She obviously had a thing for textures. "Not the silk one?" 

"This one was closer when you knocked on my door."

Sliding his hands under the open sides of her robe, he eased the cloth over her shoulders and let it drop to to the floor. His thumbs caught the spaghetti straps of her nightgown, letting his calluses scrape her sensitive skin as he nudged them off her shoulders. Her nightgown quickly became a red puddle around her feet, but Jon didn't notice. His attention was riveted on the vision in front of him. His eyes became blue flames licking over her. "Beautiful."

Brianna had to stifle a squeal when she was swept of her feet - literally - and deposited on the bed. Noting that his eyes never left her while he kicked off his shoes and climbed on the bed, she raised her arms over her head in a relaxed pose and waited to see what he would do.

Jon reached out to shove the sheets aside, his mind swirling with ideas and plans. A hard object rolled into his hand. He was about to toss it aside when something about it caught his attention. Extracting it from the satin folds, he studied it, played with the switches, then turned to the woman beside him and raised a brow.

She'd forgotten about dropping the vibrator when he'd arrived. If he was expecting her to be embarrassed he was going to be disappointed. She wasn't a prude, and she wouldn't apologize for or hide her sexual needs and wants from the man wanting the job of meeting them. She shrugged and held out her hand for the toy. "Your knock startled me and I didn't have time to put it away."

"Now let's not be hasty." The vision that popped into his head had his pulse speeding up and his cock pushing against his zipper. He held it out to her but didn't let go when she grabbed it. "Use it."

"Why would I want to do that when I have the real thing right here in front of me?" She wasn't totally opposed. While she'd never done that before - Alex wasn't exactly adventurous in the bedroom when it came to her pleasure - she found the idea....tantalizing. The intense, hot look in his eyes promised pleasure beyond anything she'd experienced before. Anticipation zinged through her body.

"Because I want to watch." He traced a path from her collarbone down between her breasts, over her stomach and coming to rest just above her mound. But rather than watch his finger, he locked his gaze with hers. "I want you to show me what you like, what gives you the most pleasure." His voice deepened. "And I want to watch you come."

Brianna shivered and licked her suddenly dry lips. " I don't know." Setting both hands on her upper chest, she ran them slowly down her torso to her thighs. "I may need some help with the foreplay."

"I think I can help with that." He leaned forward until their lips touched.

The kiss was slow and erotic. Their tongues teased and thrust deep, licked and entwined. Lips brushed, rubbed and clung. Meanwhile, broad palms roamed her torso, agile fingers stroking and caressing.

"Mmmmm." She moaned softly and reached for him. Cotton was not the texture she was looking for and she tugged at his t-shirt until he released her long enough to remove it. She immediately pulled him back into her arms where she could gratify her need to touch him.

Jon set his mouth to her ear, her neck, licking, sucking, lightly nibbling, and tried to ignore the fires igniting under his skin at her touch. But he'd yearned for this for so long, his throbbing cock warned him his self control wasn't strong enough to endure it for long. And if he wanted to fulfil the plan in his head, he needed a little breather.

Pulling away, he sat up and held out the vibrator to her.

Amber eyes locked with blue. Taking a deep breath she relaxed her thighs.

His free hand urged her legs farther apart. He moved the vibrator closer, then hesitated. Not wanting to hurt her, he used two fingers to trace her cleft and slip inside to check her readiness. The hot, humid flesh welcoming his invasion assured him there was no danger of pain.

Still, he watched her face while he inserted the toy, searching for any sign of discomfort. He fit it into place, ensuring the 'ears' rested over her clit as they were designed to do. Flicking the switch, he adjusted the appliance's depth and position using her facial expressions as a guide. "Okay? Is that the right spot?"

"Mmmmm. Yes."

Jon sat back and just watched. He watched the flush of arousal stain her face and upper chest. He watched sweat break out on her upper lip. He watched her chest rise and fall faster and faster as her breaths shortened, her nipples hardening. He watched her hands clench in the sheet and her teeth catch her bottom lip as her passion grew. He watched her hips lift and undulate in response to the gyrating toy inside her.

He watched......and he ached.

When her arousal got to the point where the glazed look in her amber eyes made him wonder if she even remembered he was there, and, needing more, her hands rose to cover and squeeze her breasts, pinching the erect nipples, he couldn't take any more. The constriction of his jeans had gone beyond discomfort and become pain.

He rose to stand beside the bed and undid his belt, never taking his eyes off the writhing woman in front of him. Opening the zipper required a little more attention....if he didn't want to maim himself. Sometimes going commando was a bitch. 

The denim had just cleared his hips when her orgasm wash over her. He kicked out of the pants absently, mesmerized by the sight and sounds. He was tugging off his socks when he saw her hands drift down toward the toy. Tossing them aside, he caught her hands before she could remove it. "No. Not yet."

He pulled until she was cross-wise on the bed, her head at the edge closest to him. This way he could keep control of her hands and have an unobstructed view of her body. "I'm not done yet."

Brianna closed her eyes in response to both the spasms still echoing through her body and his husky voice promising more. The movement and vibration of the toy inside wasn't letting her nerve endings calm down. She'd hadn't completely descended from the peak and it was pushing her back up again. While the toy was somewhat satisfying, it wasn't enough. She wanted more. She wanted him. 

She opened her eyes to find what she needed right in front of her face. Literally. The height of the bed and their position put his erection, hard enough to stand almost straight out from his body, to be scant inches above her face. She could see the drop of his pre-cum glistening on the very tip.....and her mouth watered.

Using their joined hands for leverage, Brianna pulled herself up enough for her tongue to be able to reach him. She heard his breath hiss through his teeth at her touch and grinned. His salty flavour exploded on her tongue. "Mmmm."

The pulsing in her lower body was drowned out by a desperate need to taste more of him. She explored his length with lips an tongue, tracing the big vein that ran along the underside and sucking as far as she could reach. Leaning back, she took each ball in turn into her mouth.

Jon groaned, his head dropping back onto his shoulders. Streaks of pleasure shot through him with every lick. "Fuck!"

Brianna's low chuckle sounded more like a purr. "Mmmm. Yes please!"

He tugged her towards him until her head could tip over the edge, creating the perfect angle. Without letting go of her hand, he directed his throbbing cock to her mouth, fighting to ignore the stroking of her fingers during the process. 

Brianna opened her mouth wide and took him in, slither her tongue around the swollen head before relaxing her throat and sucking him deep.

"Jesus!" Unable to resist, he started moving his hips, pumping slowly. He didn't know which sight was more erotic, the writhing of her hips and embedded toy, or his hard flesh, shining wet, sliding in and out of her mouth.

As her arousal built, her hips moved faster and faster. He matched her thrust for thrust. Her moans turned to whimpers and she began to suck harder and harder.

When her back arched and tremors shook her body, he pulled back until only the head was still behind her lips. Riding the orgasmic wave, she sucked as hard as she could, her cheeks hollowing with the effort.

"Sugar....I'm gonna..."

His words were cut off by a throttle shout, but she understood and prepared for his explosion. She swallowed and sucked until he was empty.

Withdrawing, he collapsed onto the bed beside her, both of them panting for breath. Feeling her trying to tug her hand from his, brought his attention to their rather uncomfortable position.....and the buzzing near his ear. She shifted again and he realized her problem. Releasing her, he reached out to turn off the vibrator, but didn't remove it. 

Rolling, sliding and tugging, he shifted them until they were lying properly on the bed. When her hand drifted down towards the toy, his arm blocked her before she could reach it. "Uh uh. I'm not done yet." His lips brushed hers. "I want to see how many times you can come."

Her eyes widened, then closed. "Jesus."

It was both a curse and a prayer.