Chapter 78

"Took you long enough."

Jon walked into the bedroom of the guest house and almost dropped the bottle and glasses he carried. Whatever he was going to say was forgotten as his blood rapidly headed south and his brain was instantly fogged by lust. "Holy fuck!"

"Does that mean you like it?" Brianna ran her hands down her torso.

He could only nod. The 'it' she was referring to was the piece of clothing she wore. There probably was a name for the garment, but he didn't have a clue what it was. All he could see was bits of black lace barely covering the pertinent parts of her body - more enticing than discreet, thin straps the only break in the smooth skin of her shoulders, the hem barely brushed the tops of her thighs. When she took the wine and glasses from him and rolled over to set them on the bedside table he had to pick his tongue up off the floor. The back was criss-crossed laces and it was very clear she wasn't wearing any panties. "Fuck me."

Brianna grinned at his husky whisper. "That's the plan Blue Eyes." She rolled onto her back and looked him up and down. "But I think you're a little overdressed, don't you?"

He set the baby monitor on the table beside the bottle, stripped off his sweatshirt, and socks, but left his jeans on. Their restriction was the only hope he had to retain control long enough to not embarrass himself - the pain distracted him. Stretching out beside her, he filled the glasses and handed her one.

Brianna sipped and watched him, surprised when he merely reclined next to her and let his eyes roam over her while he kept his hands to himself. She didn't expect that. Normally when they hadn't seen each other for awhile he was impatient and eager. She'd expected him to be all over her, especially considering his reaction to her babydoll and the hard evidence that his body was obviously ready and raring to get busy. She raised a brow. "Change your mind?"

"Mmmm?" It took a moment to drag his mind back from where it had wandered - conjuring up images of what he wanted to do to her body - and focus on her question. He shook his head slowly. "No. I just want to look at you for a few minutes. You're beautiful."

"Thank you." He made her feel beautiful. More so than any other man she'd ever been with. Maybe it was because he'd had beautiful women throwing themselves at him for most of his adult life that made his opinion - and admiration - mean so much. 

As his gaze drifted over her body it was as though he touched her. Her skin heated and became more sensitive, her nipples pebbled and ached, the flesh between her thighs moistened and swelled. Taking a shaky breath, she decided turnabout was fair play, so she did some looking of her own. Over his heavily muscled chest with its thick covering of hair, the broad shoulders and brawny arms, the rock hard abs, the swollen tip of his cock poking out above the waist of his jeans. "Well, he definitely looks ready to play."

She leaned across him to set her glass on the table, dipping her fingers in the golden liquid before easing back. "But he looks so uncomfortable." She rubbed her wet fingers over the smooth head.  Her other hand undid the button of his jeans and carefully tugged down the zipper, releasing his erection. "That's better. Poor fellow."

Jon didn't know whether he agreed or not. His aching cock certainly did. But his self control warned his pride that it wasn't a good idea. The touch of her mouth on his ultra sensitive flesh tipped the scales.

He gripped her shoulders and eased her away, pressing her onto her back. One hand grasped lace and pulled it up out of his way, the other pushed his jeans down over his hips. Pushing her legs apart, he settled in between. When he saw her brows lift at his haste, he grimaced. "Sorry Golden Eyes, but....it's been so long. I can't wait."

As he pressed forward, it suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't checked to see if she was ready, and he might be hurting her. The problem was, he wasn't sure he could stop. It's her own damn fault! Evil temptress!  He sank in another inch and discovered he didn't have to worry. Instead of resistance, he was met with a hot, wet welcome. "Ha! So Miss Calm and Cool is just as hot for it as I am!"

Brianna merely smiled and lifted her hips, taking him deeper. "I never said I wasn't."

 "Fuck, you feel good!" Bracing his weight on his elbows, he rocked against her, enjoying the sensation of lace scraping his chest and her hard nipples poking him.

Brianna agreed, but wasn't in the mood to let him run the show. She had plans. Bracing her foot and knocking his elbow out from under him, she caught him by surprise and rolled them over until she was in the dominant position. She sat up, straddling his hips and gazed down at him in satisfaction. It was her turn to be in charge.

Jon saw the gleam in her eye and relaxed into the bed, curious to see what she would do. "Feeling a little cocky tonight are you?"

She flexed her muscles surrounding his buried erection. "Don't sell yourself so short. Your cock's not that little. It certainly works for me."

He stared at her for a second then burst out laughing. "So glad that you find me acceptable."

"Hold on there Blue Eyes. I said your cock works for me. I haven't decided on the rest of you yet." She set her hands on his stomach and slid them upward. "I need to re-examine a few areas more thoroughly before I can make a final decision."

He spread his arms out to his sides. "Examine away Golden Eyes. Just....be gentle with me. I bruise easily."

With a low chuckle, Brianna bent forward until her mouth could touch his golden skin. While her lips and tongue kissed and tasted, her hands stroked - his chest, his shoulders, his arms.

Jon would have been happy to let her 'examine' him as long as she wanted, but the aching in his groin was rapidly turning to agony. If he didn't find relief soon, it promised to become excruciating.  He cupped his hands around her knees, slid them up her thighs and under the hem of her nightie to caress the firm cheeks of her ass.

He lifted one hand and spanked her.

Brianna sat up with a jerk. "Hey!"

"Move it or I'll bruise it sweetheart. I'm aching here."

One feminine brow rose. "Oh baby, you're just beginning to hurt." She swivelled her hips. Sliding her hands under her hair at her neck, she lifted her mane up and let it fall back down her back in a flaming waterfall. Her gaze locked on his face as she coasted her hands down her torso, cupping and squeezing her breasts before continuing down to her hips, a satisfied smile curving her lips when his eyes darkened and burned with blue fire.

Jon ignored her knowing look, not caring that she knew how much he liked her body. After the hours he'd spent exploring it, his appreciation was hardly a secret. The hard nipples poking through black lace captured his attention and drew his hands. The firm globes filled his hands perfectly, with just a bit of overflow. 

As his fingers stroked, and squeezed, her nails bit into his sides. "Mmmm. That feels good." She rocked her hips.

In full agreement, Jon bucked against her, urging her on, needing more. But she didn't take the hint. Undaunted, he set about ratcheting things up a notch. After all, he knew what she liked and what drove her crazy. Locking his gaze with hers, he watched her closely as he tightened his abs and curled up to take a nipple in his mouth.

Brianna moaned and let her head drop back, savouring the tingly jolts of sensation that shot through her body with every rasp of his tongue and pull of his lips on her lace covered nipple. "Oh!"

Even with her hands holding his head close Jon had to brace one hand on the bed to maintain his position. Back and forth, he shifted between her breasts, doling out his sensual torture evenly, her soft mewling cries music to his ears.

But his throbbing cock reminded him that delaying was not an option for much longer. Releasing her breasts, he eased back onto the bed again. His hands smoothed down over her stomach. One hand rested on her hip, the other went straight for the magic button at the top of the cleft between her spread thighs.

Brianna gasped at his first touch. The abrasion of the lace against her sensitive nub under the pressure of his finger was an exquisite torture. "Oh God! Yes! Right there...mmmm." She bit her lower lip against the swelling tide, wanting the rapture to last as long as possible.

When she started to finally - finally! - ride him in earnest, Jon didn't let up.   His hand on her hip guided her and helped her to balance. His tormenting finger stripped it away. His eyes wanted to close, but he couldn't look away. The sight of her flushed and panting, totally lost in her passion - their passion - was one he could never get enough of.

"Yes! Yes! Mmmm Jon! Yes!" Feeling her orgasm overtaking her, Brianna bent forward, her hands bracing above his shoulders, as she pumped harder, grinding her clit against his pelvis.

The clenching of her sheath around his embedded flesh signaled her release, giving him the green light to let go and find his own. "Fuck!"

Brianna collapsed on top of him, spasms racking her body. "Not right away." She panted. "I need to recover from this time first."

Jon chuckled breathlessly and rubbed his hands up and down her back. While he caught his breath, he debated whether to try for another round or just curl up with the drowsy woman in his arms and sleep. "Stay with me here tonight Golden Eyes. I sleep better when you're beside me."

"Mmmmm." If she was being honest, she slept better with him curled around her as well. But she hated sneaking around. It made her feel that what they were doing was somehow wrong and illicit and.....dirty. Unfortunately, it appeared that covert lovemaking was going to be the theme for her sex life for the foreseeable future - at least when they were at his house.

She sighed. She couldn't complain. She knew what she was getting into when she agreed to try for a relationship with him. Besides, the kids' feelings were more important right now. She had him beside her now, she'd just have to take what she could get.

"BIANNA!"

Jon groaned. "I love my kids, I love my kids." It was a litany he repeated to remind himself that he really didn't want to strangle his son.

Brianna swatted his arm and swallowed her own disappointment.