Chapter 48

Jon's eyes flew open at the feel of Brianna straddling his hips. Even as he ate up the sight of her, still flushed from her last orgasm, his brows rose in question.

She grinned. "My turn to.....explore." 

"Um....okay." His voice was still raspy. "Just don't be disappointed if you don't get the response you want....immediately."

Brianna chuckled and bent to take his earlobe between her lips. "I'll take my time. You just relax and.....recover."

Her hot breath in his ear skittered over his nerve endings, telling him recovery was closer than he thought. He hesitated, then sank into the mattress and let her have her way, curious to see what she'd do.

Delicate fingers traced the tendons in his neck, followed by her mouth. When his head tipped back, exposing his Adam's apple, she nibbled along the ridge.

Muscles flexed under caressing hands as they roamed his chest, a low groan rumbled around the room when thick chest hair was tugged.

Brianna started to lower her head when the glass of wine caught her eye. Reaching out, she dipped two fingers in and took her turn anointing his nipples. They hardened when she blew on them, just like hers had. But she took it a step further, setting her mouth to the masculine paps. Agile tongue licked up the drops of golden nectar from the sensitive skin. Her lips closed over each nub sucking up anything her tongue had missed.

While her mouth teased and tasted, her hands stroked his shoulders and arms, feeling the muscles bunch beneath her fingertips. "Mmmmm."

The stiffening of his erection against her stomach in response to her low purr and her touch reminded her that there were other parts of his body awaiting her attention. Releasing his nipple, she retreated down his torso, nails scraping his sides lightly. The indentation of his navel lured her to pause and let the tip of her tongue explore it's depths, smiling to herself when his stomach muscles contracted.

Shifting, she nudged his legs apart, giving her room to explore him - and she planned to take full advantage.  She started - not with his cock that was standing up, asking for attention - but with the balls nestled underneath. Taking one into her mouth, she ran her tongue over it and sucked.

Jon's groan turned into a hiss when her fingernails scraped the inside of his thigh. Her other hand reached underneath to rub the bare spot and his hands fisted. "Fuck Bri!"

She released him to look up with a grin. "Don't like that?"

He growled. "Enough with the fucking torture!"

"What do you want?"

One hand grasped his now throbbing cock, angling it toward her while the other hand tangled in her hair and tugged. "Suck it."

But she wasn't ready to give in quite that quickly. Instead, she licked the swollen shaft from base to tip with the flat of her tongue. Nudging his hand aside, she wrapped her own around him loosely and pumped slowly. Her tongue slithered around the tip and the ridge beneath it, using his moans to guide her movements.

"Dammit Bri!" Sweat was breaking out on his upper lip as he fought for control.

Brianna chuckled and relented, opening her mouth wide to take him in. She started with just the head, then backing off, then taking a little more a little deeper until finally she concentrated on relaxing her throat muscles and swallowed his entire length. "Mmmmmmm."

The vibrations of her hum rippled along his buried shaft and acted like flame to a fuse, sending sparks throughout his nervous system, making him moan louder. She eased back, then bobbed her head slowly up and down, the added friction had him fisting both hands in her hair and his hips lifting towards her. When she began to suck, he shuddered and suddenly found himself on the verge of explosion.

He tugged on her hair until she lifted her head and released him, one brow crooked in question. "You've got about two minutes to decide where you want me to come."

While she considered her options, the tip of her tongue ran absently along the slit, scooping up the drop of fluid he couldn't hold back.

He growled."Make that one minute."

Brianna chuckled and sat up, once again straddling his hips. Guiding him with one hand, she sank slowly down, her eyes closing at the feel of him stretching her. "Mmmmm. That feels so good."

Jon didn't disagree, but speech was beyond him at the moment. It was taking all of his concentration to hold it together. The feel of her hot, welcoming flesh surrounding him made it all but impossible. His hands clenched on her hips.

Resting her hands on his chest, she started to move, rocking her hips against his. She opened her eyes to look down into his flushed face. His normally bright blue eyes were dark with passion, his lips parted as he panted for breath.

Grinning, her own breathing slightly laboured, Brianna bent over to kiss him, her tongue dipping in for a taste. The change in angle made her gasp and slide her hands up over his chest to brace on the mattress above his shoulders. She rocked faster and faster, driving him in and out of her body.

Jon stroked his hands up her back to once again bury them in her hair, and struggled to resist the urging of his body. He wanted her to come first. "Sit up."

It took a moment to process his raspy, growled words, but she was happy to comply. Sitting up and leaning back on his legs pressed his erection against the front of her passage, the head and ridge underneath it rubbed against her most sensitive spot. "Oh! Oh yes! Mmmmm."

His hands skimmed along her ribcage to cup and massage her breasts while his eyes ate up the vision of her writhing above him. But tightening in his groin warned him time was rapidly running out. Lowering his left hand, he set a callused fingertip on her clit and rubbed.

"Oooooh shit!" Brianna cried out and shuddered. "Too much!" She tried to pull his hand away.

But Jon refused to stop. "Come for me Golden Eyes."

"Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes! JON!" Shaking, shuddering, she kept moving, desperate to ride out the storm overtaking her body.

Strong fingers gripped her hips, holding her down while his hips lifted, thrusting hard, once, twice, three times before he couldn't hold it off any longer and he exploded, his body pumping out its release into the depths of hers. "Bri!"

Brianna collapsed onto his chest and waited for her convulsions to subside. After several minutes she rolled off to lie beside him. "Now we're done." She hoped it was enough to work him out of her system.

Jon frowned slightly at the note of finality in her voice. He understood her concerns - and her guilt - but he also knew some things just couldn't be controlled that easily.  Don't bet on it sweetheart.

It seemed like she'd only been asleep for a few minutes when the phone rang with her wake-up call. Hanging up, Brianna sank back into her cocoon and tried to summon the energy to get up. The heavy band tightening around her waist and the sigh ruffling her hair reminded her she wasn't alone in the bed.

"Why didn't we fly up to Montreal last night again?" Jon grumbled.

"Because you decided you don't like flying at night unless you absolutely have to. I believe the instructions we all got said 9:30am flights only."

"Oh. Right." He sighed again. "Why the fuck did I decide that?"

Brianna had to laugh. "I have no idea." She sat up, yawned, and stretched her arms up into the air. "We'd better get moving if we're going to meet your schedule. Hopefully we can sleep a little on the plane."

Jon just grunted and watched her walk into the bathroom and close the door. When he heard the sound of running water, he rubbed a hand over his face, sighed yet again and dragged himself out of bed in search of his own shower.

Dressed and packed, he walked back through the connecting door to check on her progress. He found her in the bathroom, staring unmoving at her reflection, mascara wand in her hand. Giving her latest suit a quick once over, he stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Their eyes met in the mirror. "I like you best in red, but yellow is nice too."

Brianna managed a weak smile. "Thanks."

He studied her face. It was obvious that something was bothering her and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what it was. He sighed, kissed her neck and squeezed her. "Hey! No guilt, remember?"

She grimaced. "I'm.......trying. But it's not that easy."

"I know. But it's what she wants." He grinned. "Last night felt pretty damn good to me. How about you?"

She knew what he was doing. He was going to force her to admit it. "Spectacular." She acknowledged.

"Good. Are you just about ready?"

"Yeah. Two minutes."

They met up with the others in the lobby. David eyed them knowingly. "Hey Beautiful, you look tired. Didn't sleep well?"

"I slept great, just not enough. You look tired too. Rough night?"

Jon was impressed she could keep a straight face.

So was David. "Strange noises kept waking me up. Did you hear them?"

"No, I didn't hear any strange noises." She glanced at Jon. "Did you hear anything?"

Jon shook his head. "No. What did it sound like?"

"Two cats in heat."

Brianna swatted his arm, Jon burst out laughing.

As they headed out to the van, Richie glanced at Tico. "Do you ever feel that you're missing part of the conversation?"

"Yeah." Tico eyed the two walking in front of them. "And I think it might be better that way."

Richie considered for a moment. "You may be right."