Chapter 112

Something in the air between them had changed, she could feel it. She turned slightly and found his face in her hair, his fingers playing with the soft curls.

He felt rather than saw her shift and as she turned around he found the pulse in her neck with his lips, stroking it gently, feeling it throbbing faster. She gave him an inch more to explore, then another inch…then another…. His tongue was a warm, moist pleasure in her neck.

Jon froze, lifting his face from her.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t bring you here for this…I”

She turned firey liquid pools towards him. He read the question in them before she uttered it.

“May I stay with you tonight?”

“Oh God…yessssss!”

He crushed her small frame to his, hearing her whoosh as he forcefully removed the air from her lungs but she didn’t care. She wanted to be here tonight, in his arms, the lighting surrounding them, the rain singing a lovesong only they could hear. She turned towards him, wrapping her arms lovingly around his neck. This was where she wanted to be…where she felt safe and loved.

The rain drizzled down, the thunder had calmed down, lighting the only reminder of the storm.

Jon was all around her, his smell, his arms, his hair. He found her lips with  his and the pressure of his caused hers to open to him. His taste and smell invaded her mouth and she felt a tiny moan slip from her thoat. The minuscule sound heated Jon’s blood even further and he held her tighter to his body, feeling her softness molding to his hardness.

He suddenly moved away and she sobered a bit as the coolness of the night crashed into her near nakedness. 

He pulled her up, his face like a dark phantom in the night.

His intentions were clear as he steered he towards the cold railing on the patio. Tiny droplets plopped on her skin and she gasped at the intense sizzling on her warm skin. Two hands circled her waist and she was lifted, her ass connecting with the hard, wet steel of the railing. For a moment she felt fear grip at her as she realized how high she was at that moment. Her hands groped and found hard biceps.

“Afraid of heights, baby?”

Silver flecks scattered from her hair as she shook her head.

“I need you to trust me…can you do that?” The smokiness of his voice sent ripples down her spine. His eyes were dark glittering jewels in his face. His hair was covered with sparkling rainjewels. The coldness was something of the past when his hands slid over her soaked satin nightie….the heat of his hands and the coldness of the night sending her into a heightened awareness….

The night was filled with contrasts. Heat, cold, dark, light….dry and wet. Megan’s senses were reeling, Jon was a dark force that needed to be reckoned with. He was in control and she wanted that tonight…

Male fingers stroked across her ribcage, seeking each bony individual. Her hair was now heavy down her back, brushing his fingers as he moved towards her arched back.

Megan did her own exploring, his fur felt springy to the touch, his abs pressing against her palm as he breathed..deeply and somewhat rushed. Her hands worked their magic on his body, she fluttered against him.

“HHHHmmmmmmmmmm…yeah”

Her fingertips teased his tight nubs out of their furry nest, feeling them budding to life she leaned forward clasping her mouth over it, licking and then sucking gently. He reared backwards like a wounded animal, the guttural sound coming from him vibrated his chest, he faced the sky the feeling of heaven’s tears falling on his face cooling his skin but not his blood. Nothing could.

His hands tangled in her hair, tightening and slightly pulling at the wet curls. His focus was on her delicious warm mouth causing havoc on him.

She felt him tuck at the base of her neck and lifted her face. Hunger screamed from his mouth and she fed him…giving him all she could. Their tongues met and started a mating ritual of their own, dancing against each other.

Megan’s hands slid towards his waist, feeling the elastic of his pants she slid it lower, taking her time to knead at his rounded tightness that always managed to look so invitingly in jeans. She felt him step out of the wet scrap of clothing. He jerked closer, forcing her thighs to open to him even more. The nightie was now a clinging, wet nuisance but he didn’t take it off..yet, only slipping it over her skin towards her breasts, exposing inch by inch..His mouth left hers and fastened on her tummy, his tongue starting a slow burning as he lapped at her tiny belly button.

Her breathing was ragged and her hands shaking. Needing to steady her throbbing body, she tangled her hands in his wet hair.

His lips moved against her skin and in her clouded mind she realized he was whispering.

“Your skin tasts like cream…you smell like a spring garden…..God baby….I wanna get lost in you so bad and never return.” He was nibbling on her jaw.

The sky lit for a moment and the passion in his eyes scorched her insides, turning it to molten lava.

“Love me Jon?”

“Ohhhhh baby!”

Hands fought with the wet scrap of clothing, tugging at it impatiently. As soon as it fell from his fingers to the floor, a cry ripped from her throat. Teeth nipped at her stabbing nubs, rolling it, the stinging pain was a mixture between agony and pleasure. His tongue darted out, soothing the pink stubs lovingly. Her arms closed around his muscled frame, his suckled at her nipples hungrily, her head was spinning and wetness pooled at her thighs…

Hard, warm steel pressed into her wet heat, seeking it cavern. Jon’s hands lifted her small frame, slipping the panties from her, exposing her covered flesh to the rainy night.

“Are you wet for me baby?” His grinded into her ear.

Her breasts were flattened against his hard furry prison but she didn’t feel captured.

One of her hands closed over his, sliding it down towards her dripping wetness. She needed to show him what he did to her, how ready her body was for him.

Jon sucked in his breath as he realized what she was doing. Her spontaneity blew his mind and his free hand cupped her ass….the other reaching for its target.

His fingertips brushed up to her soaking warmth, feeling her already swollen nub standing proudly between her womanly lips.

“Show me what you want baby….” Her eyes locked with his.