Chapter 233

Megan tip toed back into the room, the early morning dawn chased the dark shadows of the night away. Ashley had her early morning feed and after a diaper change and some mommy loving, drifted into a contented slumber.

Megan came to a standstill at the end of the bed. She had spent her night in his arms, his body banning the loneliness she had felt for weeks.

After their blissful union, Jon had pulled her close to him and within minutes fell asleep.

Sleep revealed the vulnerability in his face, he seemed like a fallen angel right at that moment. So serene, yet so dangerously arousing. The sheet rode low over his hips, a muscled thigh lay curved to her side of the bed. His face, now covered with scruff , was turned towards her, his mouth slightly open and his slight snoring the only sound in the room.

Chiselled arms lay abandoned above his head, his palms turned up, his fingers relaxed.

Megan felt a stirring as her eyes dropped to the rock hard chest, peppered with copper fur. Following the fur trail down towards his groin, she itched to inch the sheet just that tad lower....

Scrambling back to her side of the bed, she rested her head on an elbow while the other hand satisfied the itch she felt a few moments ago. Trailing one finger, she drew little patterns in the fur, slowly making her way towards his navel.

Jon stirred but didn’t wake up. Megan found her staring at the white sheet and inched it lower. Shifting closer to her target, she took his sack in her palm, rolling it gently in her palm. It tightened slightly at her touch. A miniscule twitch turned her attention to his shaft, it was so sensitive to touch...maybe...

Her tongue darted out and teased the his flaccid member lightly. Jon moaned and shifted position but his eyes remained closed.

Jon was lost in an erotic dream. He was stretched on a blanket underneath that big old the by the river. Megan was between his thighs, her hands massaging him, her mouth on his shaft, sending him into overdrive with every swirl of her tongue.

Drifting between the his dream world and reality, he buried his hands in the dark tresses framing her face, he could feel each strand brush over his thigh...God was this real?

Jon’s eyes flittered open, his whole being was sizzling and on full alert. Her mouth captured him and drew him inside. Jon’s hips reared of the bed, accompanied with a lusty groan. Lord almighty...he wasn’t dreaming..Oh shit this felt good!

Megan knew the moment Jon woke up, there was no denying those penetrating stare of those azure eyes. His hands were now tucking at her hair, his hips rolled into the rhythmic plunging of her mouth.

“Fuck baby....”

Jon’s body coiled tightly as staggering pleasure zinged through his core. Blood pumped and swished through every conceivable vein. The rush of blood left him light headed. If he didn’t reach his zenith soon he was sure he would die.

The tiny tap of his shaft inside her mouth suddenly exploded into a fierce thrusting, his seed shot into her warm cavern. The wild growl escaping his lips reminded her of a wounded predator…His body suddenly slacked and fell back into the mattress. His hands had lost their fierce grip and were now smoothing the strands from her face. Laying a few pecks on the top of his thighs, she scooted upwards towards Jon.

Blue eyes shot open as she scrambled towards him.

“What are you doin?”

Frowning at the strange question, she asked, puzzled.

“I want to lay next to you…is that a problem?”

A gruff snicker bubbled from his mouth. Oooohhh she was pissed…

“I’m sorry honey but I don’t want you laying next to me you see, its like this.”

Two strong arms suddenly hauled her onto his thighs.

Gripping his shoulders to steady her, he saw two brown eyes widened in surprise.

Nodding devilishly at her , he clasped her waist, holding her still while his still present erection rubbed against her buttcheeks.

The question reflected in her surprised eyes.

“Don’t get me wrong Sweetheart, your blowjobs are magnificent but there is only one thing he wants right now..only one thing that will satisfy the hunger….”

He saw the gleam in her eyes too late.

He felt her shift and almost sky rocketed through the ceiling when she suddenly slipped down onto his shaft, slicky and sizzling hot.

The tables were turned.

“So you want this?”

Slamming the last inch down onto his thighs….

Oooh fuck! The grip on her hips tightened even more.

Megan was mastering this game to perfection although her heart was galloping like a wild horse and her insides felt sensitive from desire.

Cold spots hit her as Jon’s hands suddenly left her hips, hissing as they cupped her breasts, flicking over stabbing nipples.

Jon felt the pause as pleasure rippled through her to him. Her cavern clamped around him, watching her sagging her head back just that inch he knew she was beyond control. Nature had taken over, her body was pursuing its pinnacle before it would crash into a sea of ultimate delight…

Her hands seek the fuzziness of his chest, finding it her rhythm grew more frantic with each thrust.

Megan concentrated on the whirlpool swirling up from her core, working its way towards their intimate coupling…stewing forth unabashed, threatening to scorch everything in its path.  Jon’s timely shuddering inside her made it reached its destination and exploded into millions of shards.

All energy swooped from Megan and she swayed forward, collapsing on the warm muscles. Cradling her in his arms they both lay silently, fighting for air.

He first felt the tremor and then the giggle.

“What you laughing at?”

“Oh I was just wondering if that was good enough for you, cause if it wasn’t …you’ll just have to make do with it, because BUSTER, I almost killed myself trying.”

His soft laughter joined hers.