“I think it must be because I would quite happily do you right here, right now,” he said as he brushed her lips with his and bit her bottom lip gently.
She giggled, enjoying the banter, appreciating a slightly lighter hearted Jon, but more than that wanting to tease him a little. “And I would let you.”
The door began to open and as she fell backwards he grabbed her and pulled her towards him, a grin curling his lips, “Careful, you’ll crease your suit if you throw yourself around like that.”
Nine
Jon opened the door to his flat and Steph followed, watching as he took her bag through to the bedroom where he hung her suit up. A small wave of nerves washed over her as she wondered if this would have been better if the spontaneity of their kissing and touching on the sofa had been allowed to continue. For things to have developed naturally.
The feel of his arms wrapping around her waist and his lips gently kissing the back of her neck reassured her slightly, enough that she was arching and stretching to receive his kisses.
With a small mewl of appreciation from her, he was pulling her tighter against his body. “I really can’t wait to see you and touch you,” he whispered as he began to unzip her dress.
He pushed her dress down over her arms until it fell to the floor and she kicked off her shoes. She breathed deeply as he ran his hands over her soft, round bottom that was exposed courtesy of the white, lace thong she was wearing.
“That is a mighty fine arse you have there, Miss Pryor, now turn around and let me see the rest of you, darling.”
Steph laughed at his lack of tact and dry delivery of his word. Turning, she was slightly surprised at just how impressed heseemed by her standing there in her thong and matching plunge bra.
“You are very beautiful, Stephanie.” He breathed deeply, taking her hand and allowing her to step out of the dress which pooled at her feet.
Lifting her chin, Jon bent down to kiss her again, slow and gentle at first, but then more forcefully. Accepting the invitation of her open mouth, he slid his tongue inside to caress her lips and tongue, her own tongue reciprocating immediately.
She felt his arms around her, moving up her back with featherlike touches across her skin before he settled on the clasp to her bra that was suddenly flapping open.
“Is that your party trick?” she teased with a quick quirk of her lips at the speed and ease with which he had just released the fastening of her bra.
“One of them.” He grinned, but the grin quickly disappeared and was replaced with something darker and more intense as he watched her discard the bra across the room.
Standing there, almost naked allowed him to simply drink her in, to appreciate her.
“So very beautiful, Stephanie.” His hand found her aching breasts and her already firm, erect nipples.
The continuing touches to her breasts, gentle strokes and firm pinching of her nipples caused her to moan loudly, filling the silence around them. Her sounds, combined with the heat and desire in her eyes only served to make Jon smile before lowering his lips, taking her nipple between his teeth and then further into the wet heat of his mouth.
She could feel a deep clenching low in her body and began to writhe beneath his touch and moaned even louder as his other hand dropped down her body until his fingers were inside her now wet, lacy thong. She moved her legs apart slightly to allow him greater access to her which he accepted and inserted firstone, and then a second finger making her cry out loudly and hoarsely.
“Now I believe I made an offer to strip you bare, spread your legs and touch you everywhere, and I am almost there with you being bare.” He stared down into her eyes as he hooked his fingers into the top of her thong and began to slide it down her legs.
She allowed it to fall to the floor and stepped out of it.
“Lie on the bed, darling,” he ordered.
She sat on the bed and paused briefly before lying back, her eyes fixed on his as he kicked off his shoes. Steph smiled as his naked body was revealed, first he discarded his t-shirt, then his jeans and socks. He stared at her as he lowered his tight, black underwear making her smile at him. She was very pleased with what she saw before her.
“You like what you see?” he asked, obviously amused by her, but also confident that there was nothing for her not to like.
“Yes, a lot,” she exclaimed and added, “I feel a little inferior now.”
Lying down beside her he told her, “You have nothing to feel inferior about, darling. You are absolutely perfect.”
Leaning in to kiss her again he grinned as she impatiently pulled him down to meet her lips. His lips began to trace a path down her face, neck and chest. As he reached her breasts he blew across them smiling as she groaned.
Jon continued his descent until he was on the floor with one of Steph’s knees in each hand, ready to be spread. “I have a feeling that this, us, we might be far better than either of us could have dared dream.”
“I hope so.” Despite her earlier thought of wanting this to be a disaster, she had never really doubted that their mutual attraction was a tiny indicator of how things could be between them. She grinned down expectantly as he pushed her kneesapart and in one deft movement licked along her whole length with a flat tongue, almost from her bottom, not stopping until his tongue had moved into a point that he flicked around her clitoris until she was grabbing and fisting at the sheets beneath her.
As the sensations began to rise, Steph instinctively tried to close her legs, something Jon prevented by his position between her splayed thighs and his hands that he used to spread her open even more when he needed to.
