Chapter 185

Butterflywings batted over the silky shaft, forcing all the oxygen from Jon’s lungs. Megan was smouldering underneath him, the desire in her eyes scorched his soul, her touch burned his skin.

Megan trembled as she felt his familiar weight prisoning her in the warm water. His shirt was clinging to his muscled frame, his erection twitched periodically in her hand, lengthening even more.

“I’m going to crush you.” He stated but didn’t move and inch, his face so  close to hers she could almost feel the day old growth of his stubble against her cheek.

She shook her head. There was no need for him to move, she wanted him like this, so intimately close.

As if in a trance Megan felt herself floating from reality, giving herself over to her senses. Every part touching him rushed into her cloudy brain, resurrecting a new electrical jolt through her skin.

Jon’s feet tangled with hers, his toes stroking the bridge of her dainty feet. One jean clad thigh rested between her nakedness, massaging  her inner thighs, the coarse material scraping lightly. One hand kept him from crushing her completely the biceps bunching as it carried the weight, the other hands cupped her chin lifting her face for his onslaught.  A war ensued between their tongues, each fought for control , neither one backing off. Jon’s strained growl vibrated across her lips and she nipped, taking his lower lip into the warm cavern of her mouth.

“I love your taste….hhmmmmm.”

His body stilled as she teethed his jawline, her tongue playing hide and seek with the rough, unshaven skin. Placing her palms on his chest she coaxed him a bit higher. Unbuttoning the shirt she plucked it away, peeling it back, exposing her favorite indulgence. Megan inched closer, her teeth abandoned the onslaught on his jaw, lowering towards the jutting adam’s apple. The pink tip of her tongue tapped on the bulge and Jon arched into her, his hips grinding his throbbing shaft into her hip. She knew Jon’s erogenous zones and she took great pleasure in exploring them, seeing the effect her exploration brought. He acted instinctively, his body demanding release, the harsh growls communicating the pleasure his mate was giving him. His body was a tightly coiled mass of build up passion lingering on the edge of explosive ecstasy.

Megan tasted the saltiness on his skin, smelled the earthy spicy scent of his cologne coating his gloriously golden skin. It seemed as if Jon had stopped breathing as she inched lower towards her target.  Her hands had a life of their own, raking through the soaking wet, clingy fur, tracing the hollows and hills of his upper body.

Jon hissed the moment he felt the softness of her lips clamping down on an engorged male nipple. She teased relentlessly, twirling her tongue around the dark circle, nipping down on the puckered nub.

The twin received the same mindblowing attention, setting Jon’s breathing into a newer, faster pace, her hands reached the soaking wet edge of his jeans, chuckling guiltily she said :

“I like you in tight jeans but damn honey, this might just cut off your bloodflow!”

“So if he doesn’t work again it will be all your fault!” He pointed to his enormous erection, standing proudly from the dark nest.

Megan folded her hands, resting it on her tummy she laid back, accessing the gorgeous hunk of a man standing fully aroused next to her. Everything about him screamed virility, he was a proud spawn of nature, from his stunning, disheveled full mane down to his tapered hips and bunching thighs.

“Do you like what you see?” Smugness danced in his electric blue eyes.

“Oh and then some..” her voice dripped honey.

He held his hand out.

“Let me show you what I can do…”

Megan’s knees felt weak at his sultry promise.

He felt the slight tremble in her hands, watched her as she rose like a goddess from the bath, the water running in small streams from her silky curves, steam fluttering from her skin as the cool air brushed up against her.

The thick towel folded around her, his arms pulling her close to his body, sheltering her.

“You are wet too..”

“Ssshhh..I’ll be ok.” His eyes gentled as he whispered, brushing away her concerns.

With one quick swoop he had her in his arms, taking her to their huge bed.

He lowered her onto the softness, rubbing gently, he dried her skin, unwrapping the towel to expose her up to his hungry stare.

She was all heat and silk and peach, her skin glowed from his gentle drying, her body pliant as he stared down to her flawless beauty.

Her stomach caught his eye and he knelt down between her thighs, his hands cupping the bump, his lips brushing over the miracle inside her, now visible to the naked eye.

Megan sighed as she felt his loving mouth honor their unborn baby, her hand flew to his hair, she needed to feel him, touch him.

Jon felt Megan’s turmoil as she tucked restlessy at his hair, nudging her thighs wider, he trailed wet kisses towards her dark soft mound. A whimper forced from her throat as she felt the first fluttering of his mouth on her aching nub. Her legs opened on their own accord, digging her heels into his back as he lapped at her juices, spiraling Megan into a daze of pure pleasure and torture all at once. Her inner muscles clenched and relaxed pulsing her towards the blinding explosion she knew was coming.

Megan arched off the bed, his name ripped from her lips.

Jon felt as her nub swelled against his piercing tongue, heard his name on her lips, felt her body spasm as she rode her climax to the end. She quieted down, her hands not clenching anymore but stroking gently, her breath spiraling down to a normal rate.

Megan sat up, cupping his face in her hands she whispered a sweet kiss on those pleasure giving lips. Jon straightened even more, the fire inside him now raging, demanding to be extinguished with the threat of devouring anything in its path.  Wetness clung to him as she pulled him tighter to her, his steel pushed into her reminding her that it hasn’t had it’s fill yet.

She opened her eyes, tiny droplets on his shoulders caught her eye and she lowered towards it, feeling the need to steal each little pearl from his skin. His hands clutched at her hair, his body screaming as he marveled at her soft ministrations.

Megan lifted every single droplet from its resting place but she wasn’t done yet, she loved the way his skin slid against her tongue, trailing upwards she nibbled at his neck,  she felt the wild gallop of  his vein against her tongue, the smooth sliding of his adam’s apple as he swallowed.

To Megan’s surprise she felt the first fluttering as her body started up again. She felt the familiar tightening in the pit of her stomach and surrendered willingly.

As if reading her mind, Jon palmed her shoulders, pressing her backwards into the mattress.

Just like a thirsty man lost in the desert for days, Jon buried his face in between her breasts, sucking at them hungrily.

Megan’s eyes flew open as the sensation of him at her breasts and his engorged member entering her body send frissions of sparks through her. He slid home, stilling for a moment as he felt her adjust to him. A slow deep thrust rocked his hips tightly against hers, there was no rush in his lovemaking. Jon savored how perfectly her body gloved him, pulling him deeper, welcoming him inside her.

His hands mapped all over her body, down her side, sliding over her buttocks, tilting her suddenly to adjust his penetration. Megan cried as the sudden change shoved him even deeper, crashing into a sensitive spot inside her.

“Ride this one with me baby..Oh God..feel me ..you’re so warm inside…..”

They tumbled over the edge together, clinging to each other, their mouths fused in loving abandonment.