Chapter 192

The smell of crisp bacon tickled Megan back to consciousness. Their blissful week flew by so quickly. She couldn’t believe they were going back to New Jersey tomorrow!

Knowing Jon as a busybody she could feel his restlessness building. He needed to go back to work, he just was that way.

Slipping the satin robe over her shoulders she padded towards the kitchen to find a gorgeous naked man making breakfast. He wasn’t aware of her presence and it afforded her the leisure to eyeball the perfect ripple of muscles as he kept himself busy at the stove, the only scrap of material was the ties of the apron tied at his back, the strings hanging down the swell of his buttocks. Megan felt her mouth water, not at the smell of breakfast but at the tight ass and sloped thighs. Lord in heaven she could stare at him forever!

A twinkle in her eyes made her sneak closer, she felt her fingertips itch in anticipation of touching his satiny skin.

A jolt shot through him at Megan’s slight touch on his ass, smiling at his reaction she stroke ever so slowly over the perfect cheeks and couldn’t resist sneaking in a pinch or two.

“Mornin’ sweet naked man in my kitchen.”

“Mornin’ honey.” The chuckle in his voice turned into an agonizing groan as he felt her teeth graze his earlobe.

His hands stilled as he felt her journey over his body.

“Do you know how insanely delectable you look with the apron on and nothing else? God I could just eat you!”

“Is that so?” HE cleared his throat as his words scraped from his throat.

“You know it rockstar.”

Soft hands stoked the fire inside him as she worshipped every inch of him. She stepped closer, tracing slow drugging kisses all along his strong shoulders, her teeth scraped along his neck and halted at his ear, biting slightly.

“You taste just as scrumptious.” Her breathy word, blew in his ear. A hand sneak passed him and turned off the sizzling food.

Placing her hands on his biceps she felt them bunch in anticipation, tucking gently, he turned towards her. His eyes stole her breath from her chest, passion flitted in his eyes, his lips were slightly apart to accommodate his already unsteady breath.

Starting from his silky strands she touched and stroked. Brushing an unruly strand from his eyes she felt a quiver rippling inside her, nestling between her thighs.

Taking hold of the her robe she slid it from her, letting it swish towards the floor.

“Close your eyes.”

He did as he was told, twining his hands around her, he waited.

Opening her palms she touched and explored as a blind man would, feeling each little rise and dent in his face, etching his features in her brain with her explorative fingers. A gasp escaped her as his tongue darted out, licking the soft pads of her fingertips.  Rolling from the balls of her feet to her toes, she replaced her fingers with her hungry lips, meeting his tongue with hers.

Megan was the first to break the kiss, but her lip service didn’t end there. Her lips left a path of destruction on his overworked senses as she slipped lower, kissing the column of his neck, placing featherlight pecks on his freckles, scattered so adoringly on his shoulders.  Her hands clawed hungrily at his furriness, bringing his nubs to live as she moved over them with swollen, wet lips. Her inquisitive journey brought her to the trim waist and solid abs, as her tongue teased the furry trail down his stomach to hips dark hair at the apex of his thighs she felt the muscles contracted, his hands disappeared in her hair, his breaths came in short, ragged gasps.

“Oh fuck, this feels so gooooddd..Oh god baby!”

Reason fled from his mind as he felt the first sensual touch of her mouth on his throbbing tip. Opening her mouth fully she sheathed the hard steel , while her hand stroked .

As if they had a life of their own, his hips rolled into a steady rhythm, he was lost inside her warmth, her hand cupped his ass, brushing down his thighs, loving him completely.

Jon went rigid as he felt pleasure washed over his entire body, not able to fight it off anymore he groaned helplessly as he exploded into her mouth, his hands in her hair the only thing keeping him upright.

She felt him slip from her mouth, circling his thighs with her arms she rested her head against his now sated manhood, she tapped a tiny kiss on his thigh and waited for him float back to earth.

After a while she felt the tender stroke of his hand on her head. Cupping her chin he inched her upwards. Pressing her head onto his shoulder he tugged her against him, or as close as her pregnant state would allow anyway.

“Why are you so damn prefect? I’m shit scared I’m gonna wake up in some hotelroom and all this is just a dream.” She caught the hint of fear. Was he unsure about the future?

“This is a dream, real dream, made especially for us. The great thing about it, it will never stop. It’ll only get better.”

Giving him a playful smack on the cheek with red, swollen lips, she broke the serious mood.

“SOoooo, you ready for coffee cowboy? I could do with a refreshment!”

Reaching for the apron Megan had discarded on the kitchen cupboard she grabbed it from him hastily.

“You’ll do just fine like that. I’m gonna have my coffee in that chair and have a myself a good stare at that naked flesh of yours. Don’t make me wait now.”

She gave him a good slap on the butt for good measure.

“Bossy lady!”

Turning from her he stepped towards the stove with a sassy wiggle to his butt and a husky laugh bubbling from his lips.

Megan did stare and pestered the hell out of him. Asking him to turn this was and that. They landed up in a heap of hysterical giggles and laughs, the bacon ending up scorched and uneatable. He towed her towards the bedroom and after some serious lovin’ from her man, headed out for a late breakfast.