Chapter 163

It took Jon a while to settle Dorothea and imprint in her that he was in no way deserting her and the baby. He never could handle crying woman very well, so he soothed her in his arms, stroking her hair while his body and mind was thinking about the woman taking a nap in his bed.

Pushing harder into the pedal he rushed home. He had this staggering need to be with her, making sure what happened last night wasn’t just his imagination.

It wasn’t. She was fast asleep on his bed, his pillow cuddled in her arms as if she needed something to hold on to. His heart bulged as the love for her pumped into it, threatening to explode it.

Leaning over the bed, he tenderly slid the pillow from her. There was something better to hold on to.

God! Jealous of a pillow now Jon?  He chuckled.

Never fond of sleeping with clothes he ripped the tee over his head. The jean could stay just not the tee. Toeing the boots and socks off he slid closer, lifting one arm so it lay on his abs.

Instinctively she inched closer, a faint smile on her lips as she snuggle into the fur, pressing her nose in between his pecs for a moment. She eased back and settled onto his chest.

Leaving a soft kiss on her forehead, he lay back, staring at the ceiling. He was far from tired, he just needed an excuse to be with her like this. He almost lost her due to his stupidity, but that was over now. Nothing will ever come between them again.

Would she marry him? Excitement coursed through his veins. Megan Bongiovi. Yeah that’s sounds good! Yes! They should make it official as soon as possible…the thought left a smile on his lips as he drifted off to sleep.

Megan’s eyelids flickered open, arching her back like a lazy cat she smiled when she smelt rather than saw him. That’s why she was sleepy like a log!

Propping her head onto one palm she watch him as he slept. A light snore filtered from his slightly open mouth. His face was completely relaxed in sleep, he looked so incredibly young and defenseless!

A feathery touch trickled over the slight lines around his mouth, sliding lower towards his chest, tracing slow, lazy circles over his furriness. She still couldn’t believe her luck and needed to touch him to make sure this was real not just a magnificent dream she might wake up from.

Jon’s chest kept falling rhythmically up and down, his body relaxed in deep sleep. Not wanting to wake him up she moved from the bed, deciding to read the book she’d been trying  for ages to finish. She crawled onto the couch overlooking the river.

How tranquil it was here! The endless rolling lawns surrounding the grounds and the gigantic, big old tree by the river side and the slow, steady flow of the Navesink river. A great place to raise you kids.

Kids.  Her hand cupped her stomach gently.

I hope you’re a little girl, with your daddy’s incredible blue eyes. Her hand rested protectively on the gentle swell as she flipped the book open.

Megan was so caught up in the book she didn’t even saw Jon stalking her from the bed.

A nuzzle in her neck made her gasp.

“Whatcha doin? Why aren’t you in the bed next to me?” He growled into her ear.

“I didn’t want to wake you…aahhh.” He nipped and she felt goosebumps danced all over her skin.

“You like being nibbled…and I like to do the nibbling.” His voice was a dark, sultry tease.

One hand cupped her nape, lifting her lips for him to taste, while the other hand, discarded the book towards the thick carpet.

His eyes scorched into hers, the want and need so clear in those indigo depths.

He didn’t take her mouth fully, licking and plucking at her lips he caused her breathing to hitch. His lovemaking was always astonishingly new. You never knew what he might do next. She pulled him towards her and he shifted over her willingly, pressing his welcome weight into her, trapping her. Megan didn’t feel trapped, she was a willing captive, only waiting breathlessly for her captor to unleash his wild passion upon her yearning body.

Her palms grazed the coarse hair layering his perfect chest, the male nipples came to life in her twitching fingertips.  He shifted slightly upwards, pulling her head towards his chest. She obeyed silently.

Twirling her tongue around the dark pink nub, she heard him suck in his breath. Wanting to hear him groan she bit down on the nub. Watching him she saw him threw his head back, a growl scraping from his throat.

Feeling her eyes on him he looked down, his face was glowing, his eyes sparkling, alight with desire. Locking his gaze with hers she carefully licked towards the other nub. He braced himself for the sting, licking his lips. Her tongue played hide and seek with the nub hidden in fur, a triumphant smile sneaked into her dark eyes as she felt Jon shudder in pleasure.  Just when he didn’t expect it she bit down, inflicting a swift, sharp sting.

“Ssssssssssssssss….Oh shit baby.”

“You want me to kiss it better, Angel?”

He loved how the word Angel rolled from her tongue. Too far caught up in a lusty haze he just nodded.

Opening her mouth she took it inside, her tongue laving briefly before her mouth sucked gently.

“Yeeaahh….Oh God that feels good!”

She treated the twin to the same treatment and by then Jon was shaking above her, his manhood jutting roughly into her stomach.

“You’re fucking killing me baby....aaaaahhhhhhhh.”

She wasn’t sure what happened next but his mouth fused with hers and she suddenly felt the earth swaying and with quick flip she was on top of him, Jon laying on his back on the luscious carpet.

Her legs were captured between his, his hands firmly locked over her ass. Her breasts spilled from the top of her dress, hissing as he skimmed them with a lazy hot tongue.

Grabbing a fistful of hair she yanked at it, bringing his face upwards, so close that their noses touched. She slammed her mouth over his, catching his surprised grunt at her sudden fierceness. Spearing his tongue with hers, he shivered slightly as her hands worked at the snap of his jeans, tugging it lower very impatiently. His hands had a mind of their own and they skimmed the softness of her thighs, bunching the dress around her hips. Hooking his fingers around the flimsy g-string, he yanked, snapping the little scrap of material covering her modesty.

She whimpered as she felt a rush of blood coursing through her at their hot blooded lovemaking. The fire in them were so intense, the need for each other devastating.

She felt his hard thighs bunched as he sat up, he flipped the halter neck of the dress over her head, pushing it down to expose a lacy bra.

He cupped their fullness, sucking through the thin lace. Her nipples throbbed painfully, poking into the material.

“Take it off.” It was a mere whisper from her.

A quick brush of his fingers and the bra fell onto her lap. Remembering her slow torture of his nipples he afforded her the same.

“Ooohhh..Joooonnn.”

Chuckling softly, he hummed against her nipples.

“Its only payback little darlin’.”