Chapter 114

They supported each other for a while, listening to their strained breathing and their galloping hearts slowing down.

Megan’s head rested on his shoulder, her legs keeping Jon still intimately against her. The rain was slowing down. He didn’t miss her slight shiver, whispering into her hair, he picked her up.

“Hold on baby.”

Gentle arms tightened, picking her up. For a moment she thought he might deposit her on the bed, but he kept walking, entering the bathroom.

She heard the shower been turned on. Her body was still humming from the earthshattering lovemaking they just shared. She felt alive.

Adjusting the shower to  a comfortable heat, Jon took her hand, pulling her into the shower with him.

They didn’t speak, there was no need to. It was two people, needing each other, knowing what they want.

Megan looked up into his slumberous blue eyes. There was….love shining from them? Maybe it was wishful thinking, her mind playing games with her. His eyes bored into her soul, the planes of his face etched into her mind, his pleasure giving mouth were relaxed, pulled into a gentle grin.

His hands drew her attention and she watched as it magically produced fragrant, soapy foam.

A forefinger flicked her chin upwards.

His warm, soapy hands spread gently over her cold skin, massaging their heat into her. He slipped over the column of her throat downwards towards her slim shoulders. The overwhelming feeling of his hands slipping and sliding so sensually over her, crashed like a wave over her. A slow hunger was building inside her again and when she looked up she saw it mirrored in his eyes too. She reached out to touch his furry wall, but he stilled her hands.

“You’ll have your turn later, baby. Let me do this for you ok?”

Disappointed, she let her hands fall to her sides. She yearned to touch his flesh, exploring his muscled frame, but he wouldn’t let her, not yet anyway.

Jon’s pupils dilated instantly when his palms, brushed over her nipples. They jerked to life,  pressing into his palms. Suppressing a groan he spent some time soaping her heavy, swollen globes. They bloomed into his hands.  Devouring them with his eyes, he felt her shudder slightly, saw the excited blush creeping towards her cheeks.

Molten lava spilled into his groin, engorging it so violently it was almost painful.  Her eyes fluttered shut, a tiny whimper broke from her mouth, but she refused to touch him, giving him her body freely as well as the time to work them both into a passionate heat.

Jon knew if he lingered on her breasts any longer that he might not control what he wanted to do to her  so he slid lower, soaping her stomach. The dark triangle between her thighs lured him closer, her instinctive opening to him, making it hard to ignore.

Oh God in heaven! She was wet and swollen and so hot down there! His fingers ventured between her swollen lips, rubbing gently. If he didn’t have this much soap on his hands he would have pushed into her, feeling her sleekness inside.  Cupping her lightly, he rinsed the soap.

Megan felt tortured, his fingers turning her legs into a rubbery mess. She swayed towards him and grabbed at his shoulders. She needed something solid to keep her on her legs.

“Oh God…I’m killing the both of us!” He muttered thickly.

His hands suddenly closed around her waist, turning her back towards him. She leaned against the tiled wall, the warm water needled onto her sensitive nipples, streaming down her skin. She wasn’t sure if it was the water or Jon’s hands turning her body into a furnace. She didn’t really care.

She heard the soap sloshing in his hands, feeling him flattening his palms on her back, circling slowly.

She was quivering underneath his touch, her curves slid silkily under his hands, driving him to the brink of mindless lust.

When he reached her buttocks, he couldn’t help himself and he squeezed. HARD. She gasped , wiggling her butt even closer into his hands. They were lost in their erotic world, the slippery feeling of his soapy hands only heightened their senses, the warm water created steam, cocooning them in their own private little paradise.

Jon lowered, his hands mapping their way down her thighs towards her slim ankles. By the time he worked his way upwards, his hands were rid of the lather. His mouth joined in the journey back . Nibbling his way from the back of her knees, his nibbles interchanged with hard sucking lips by the time he reached her butt. Hands gripped her curves, tightening and releasing.

Megan was a bundle of slow releasing fireworks. Her nerve endings were sensitive to the touch, she could almost hear the sexual tension crackling between them.

Lord he was killing her slowly!