Chapter 184

Megan senses vibrated inside her, his gentle hands stoke the fires inside her so quickly she thought she might combust just there and then.

Moist lips tapped soft kisses over the swell of her buttocks, his hands stroking up and down her back legs. His ministrations were getting to him, gauged by the rushed gasps feathering her skin.

This was pure, sinful torture!

He retraced his earlier path, working leisurely back up towards her spine, his hands gripped a bit tighter, more purposefully.

Megan arched her back like a contented cat would when stroked by its master. She yearned for more and he wasn’t giving it..not yet.

“I burn for you.”

His hoarse confession was lost in her curls.

Megan bit her lower lip, frustration and overwhelming desire assaulted her insides. The wet juices between her thighs pooled even lower. Lord have mercy!

By the sway of her body and the soft ragged gasps Jon knew Megan was far gone. Her whole being was begging for his touch, praying for the release she knew his body could give her.

Drawing all the strength he could muster, he pulled back, pressing into the small of her back, propelling her towards the bathroom.

“Let gets you into the bath.”

“I hate you.”

His laughter ripped through the air.

“You might hate me now sweet baby but you’re gonna love me to death later.”

“Don’t be so sure of yourself Bongiovi.” She sulked so prettily.

She stepped into the scented aroma, settling back comfortably into the welcome warmth of the soothing water.

“Ok you can scoot now!” she dismissed him with a wave of her hand.

“Oh didn’t I make it clear? I’ll be bathing you tonight my lady.”

He bowed gallantly.

Her eyebrows arched in surprise.

He didn’t mention the real reason why he was doing this, ridding her of another man’s scent was one reason, but the need to make her feel loved and appreciated the main reason. She had gone through so much already and the wonderful lady that she was took it in her stride. He didn’t miss the shadows flashing in those dark doe eyes of hers sometimes.  She was his reason for breathing everyday, without her he would be a messed up man with no purpose in life.

“Well get to it then.” Her sudden air of superiority was hilarious.

“Yes, milady.” The devils danced in those striking azure depths.

She closed her as and lay back. Her heart was pounding in anticipation but for the life of her she refused to let it show. She heard the soap sloshing between his capable hands and felt his eyes penetrating her.

“You need to be upright for this.”

She obeyed and suppressed a sigh as she felt the soft sponge scraping sensually over her shoulders. Turning her eyes towards him she loved the slight blush on his cheekbones, the sparkling of his eyes as he concentrated on his task.

Her back received minimal attention to her greatest amusement. Her breasts was a torturous session, the sponge now forgotten she marveled at the soapy feel of his strong hands as he fooled around with them, coaxing her nubs to painfully tight pearls.

“I..I think they’re clean now.” Desperation was clear in her voice.

“You sure? I don’t want to be whipped for not cleaning my mistress properly.”

Oh God could he be even more outrageously erotic?

“Well if you don’t stop now I’m gonna whip you any damn way!”

“Ok ok shit! Pregnant women could be real bitchy sometimes!” he ducked as a wet hand flew his way.

Pure evil spread across his face as he slid towards her stomach.

You asked for this, his eyes seemed to taut at her. She watched in fascination as his hand slipped in between her thighs. He balanced himself on the balls of his feet, his eyes fastened on her to see the slightest reaction from her.

As soon as his pad touched the nub she felt her insides melt, boneless she sank backwards.

Her slickness surrounded his exploring fingers, separating her folds ever so slowly she slid two fingers inside.

Megan whimpered as she felt him fill her, lord his fingers were so strong inside her! Jon’s eyes never left her beautiful face, watching her as desire softened her expression even more.

Biting her lower lip was almost his undoing and when that familiar husky moan escaped her swollen lips, goosebumps pricked all over his heated skin.

Megan’s slumberous eyes opened, focusing on the face she loved so much. Flicking her forefinger in the air she coaxed him closer. As if an invisible force was at work he obeyed. As soon as he was in reach, her hand gripped his shirt.

“Kiss me, now!”

Her mouth touched his in a frenzied coupling.  His fingers rapped inside her walls, spiraling her higher into uncontrolled ecstasy.

Grabbing his hand she slid it from her throbbing cavern.

“You don’t like?” he asked against her lips.

“There is something I like even more.”

One hard yank and he landed in the tub with her, fully clothed.

His shocked gasp and stunned smile brought a giggle to life.

“I’m wet!” he sulked mockingly.

“Well that makes two of us and I’m not referring to the water Bongiovi.”

“Oh yeah?”  this time his eyebrow reached heavenwards.

“Oooh yeah, care to find out how wet?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Jon felt the zipper go down slowly, releasing the rock hard shaft inside.