Chapter 213

“Do you believe me now?” He whispered into her hair.

“Yes”

“Why did you keep me at arm’s length for weeks? Did you really think I was disgusted by you or was there something more?” He coaxed as he nibbled at her neck.

“I’ve just been stupid...hormones I guess?”

“You don’t want to discuss it with me, do you?”

“Its nothing really...its all ok now...” she snuggled closer, loving the feel of his fur. How could she tell him how hurt she was when the baby was born and even jealous to see her husband being so happy with another woman? How could she tell him that she was so shallow? Never!

“Now may I make thoroughly love to my wife now?” His eyes set her pulses racing.

“I thought you’d never ask...”

Male lips crushed down on her own, showing her just how hungry he was for her touch. She gave him access to the warm recess of her mouth, their tongues mimicking the mating act as they tasted each other as if it was the first time. Jon’s hands clutched at her hips, his hips grinding into the plumpness of her buttocks as his body screamed for the woman in his arms.

His eyes flicked open and stared at them so intimately in each other’s arms. The dark pink stains jutting through her gown caught his attention and he brushed his thumbs over them. Megan arched into his touch, a soft whimper spilling into his mouth.

His teasing turned into a full massage, worshipping the heavy globes in his hands while his mouth licked and sucked at her skin, nibbling at her jaw.

Megan captured his head against her skin, her hand tangling in his mane, her nails scraped lower in his neck, tracing lazy circles there.

Megan had this feeling of being watched, opening her eyes she saw inky irises devouring her in the mirror. A sizzle zipped down her spine at the sexiness of the moment...he loved what he saw in the mirror...watching him making love to her in the  mirror was positively decadent.  Shoving her  hands between them, she fumbled with his pants, he was hard and thick in her hands.

A satisfied growl grated in her ear as she touched the sensitive tip, swirling the moistness over the satiny head.

She felt the sharpness of his teeth pinching her skin, his breath racing in her ears.

“It’s been too long..too damn long...”

With those heated words he slipped the scrap of material up and over her head, took hold of her lacy thong and yanked.

She felt her knees buckle at the perfect display of male prowess, his hands set sparks crackling over every inch of skin she possessed, his masterful mouth made her shiver in anticipation at what was to come.

“God..I cant ....”

Taking her in his strong arms he held her steady against him, stepping backwards he dragged her with him towards the bed.

He sat down and pulled her back flush against his chest, slow drugging kisses followed on her naked back. His hands stroked her thighs coaxing them to open.

Warm, calloused fingers searched for the moist warmth buried in the dark curls. They hit the target and without any thought she pushed into the pleasure giving fingers.

She slumped against him, her  head resting on a his shoulder, her hair cascading down his back. Jon pushed her from his lap, stood up and let his shirt fall to the ground, moving back onto the bed he slid to the middle of the bases. Sitting on his haunches, he invited her to join him.

He coaxed her to sit with her back to him again, while his hands stroked over the fullness of his wife belly.

“We don’t wanna crush her, do we?”

Mega had no words, her body was a throbbing mass of need.

Settling on his thighs, she closed her eyes, marvelling at the sensation of his fur scraping her back, his hard length pushing into the small of her back, his hairy thighs meshing with her smooth ones and then the hands, the magical hands of a man who could bring a guitar to life and bring his wife to the brink of death with pleasure as he stroked and clasped.

Megan shifted slightly, fitting her hand in between them she took his shaft in her palm starting a slow, steady rhythm, while capturing his lips with hers.

His body slipped into the pace, his hips grinding, his hands searching for the dark nest of curls.

Not able to take any more, he raised her, Megan knew her moment had come and she braced herself for the exquisite pleasure she knew was coming.

His hopeless plea, wedged itself in her heart and she smiled, he was out of control and it scared him!

“God baby! I’m so fucking scared I’m gonna hurt you..I need you...I need you so fuckin’ bad...”

Just to show him the feeling was mutual she guided him inside her awaiting heat, inching in slowly and then suddenly slamming into him.

She knocked the breath right out of him, his hands clutched at her like a drowning soul hoping to be rescued, but she wasn’t into rescuing tonight...

Raising slowly she rammed back down, the overwhelming pleasure turned her into a whimpering mess, Jon was growling like a wild beast, his hands keeping her there, guiding her over his shaft.

All Megan’s nerve endings entwined together in a tight bundle of carnal pleasure, the tightness reached its limit and it exploded. Her scream whipped through the air, her pulsing inner walls drove Jon over the brink and he soared.

She slowed down and eventually stopped as she felt his sweaty head resting on her back, his breath chasing down her spine, his arms had locked across her breasts keeping her intimately to him.
From nowhere a sudden twitch deep inside Megan made her eyes flew open.

“Overdid it a bit? You ok?” his hand stroked the tight skin of her belly.

“I’m more than ok.” She ignored the next twitch and zoomed in for a kiss.