“Oh God!” she cried as he began to probe her with his tongue before licking her length again, then lapped her clitoris once more.
When she thought she couldn’t take much more before she came apart at the seams, Jon somehow managed to cover the whole of her sex with his mouth and proceeded to suck against her tender and intimate skin, causing a series of violent shudders and spasms that tore her apart in a sea of cries and screams that echoed around them both.
Slowly and a little smugly Jon crawled up and over Steph’s body until he blanketed her, gazing into her eyes that were glazed with arousal and satisfaction. He smiled down at her. “Like you were ever going to be anything other than amazing.”
“Well, you were anything but crap yourself.” She laughed loudly whilst adjusting her position until she could feel him poised at her entrance. “Contraception,” Steph suddenly remembered.
“What do you normally use?” Jon asked, already thinking that this was probably a conversation they should have had before they got this far.
“It’s been a while, but I used condoms for a long time and then the pill with Simon, but as I say we didn’t for a while and when I found out what he’d done I got checked out. I’m clean. What about you?”
“Condoms for the last seven years and I am clean too. I have condoms,” he said and was already preparing to move, to grab a condom.
“Or we could not bother with anything else . . . we’re both clean and the pill works for me.” Steph tensed as she saw the expression on Jon’s face change, something in his eyes seemed to register, something she didn’t quite recognise. “Or,” she began, thinking that maybe she was coming across as slutty Steph or even worse that it might look like she was attempting to entrap him.
“Ssh,” he interrupted, already leaning in to kiss her at the same time that he gently edged inside her, unsure why he was so willing to do this, to take this risk with her so soon and although he had some reservations about it, some nerves, his overriding feeling was one of excitement.
With his lips on hers, he began to move, caressing her, causing her insides to quake with every stroke. Steph’s hands were already reaching for Jon’s head where her fingers began to run and tangle in his hair. With his lips already moving along her jaw, nipping at the skin there, he quickly found her ear that he was breathing and whispering into.
“Fuck! You feel so good, darling. This is going to be amazing. We’re going to be amazing, together.”
His words combined with his movements were pushing her forward towards another release, one that felt like it might be even more intense and mind blowing than her first. The joints in Steph’s fingers were beginning to tense in time with her internal muscles as she began to pull firmly on Jon’s hair as her nails scraped against his scalp.
“Oh God,” she chanted over and over while Jon’s lips were already on the move again, down her neck, briefly probing and biting that soft dip between her neck and chest that pushed her even closer to release. “Shit!” she hissed now, making him laughagainst the skin of her chest he was already travelling across, heading for her breast, her nipple.
The heat and moisture of his mouth closing around her nipple that was already drawn into a tight point was the catalyst that saw her soaring. The feeling of a suction forming around her sensitive tip had her nails clawing his head, shoulders and back while her legs wrapped around him, her inner thighs tightening until she thought the muscles there were going to spasm into cramp. Jon’s movements were faster, harder and with the combination of rotating movements that brushed against her over sensitised clit and his thrusts almost punishing her, she was clueless as to what to do to absorb the feelings and sensations that were bombarding her body and mind. Her cries of release were muffled suddenly. Jon’s mouth was over hers again, claiming the sounds of her pleasure as he allowed her to do the same with his groans that left him in a series of hisses and grunts. His body continued to move in an almost violent succession of thrusts and drives, his hands tightening their grip on her hips, most likely bruising her as he came, finally filling her with his release.
After a final, gentle kiss to Steph’s lips, Jon pulled free of her and rolled onto his back. Neither of them spoke for another minute or so, their loud and laboured breathing filling the space around them.
“If all of your ideas are as good as us having sex, I might just need to employ you, Miss Pryor,” Jon finally said, making Steph laugh a full belly laugh, something he joined in with as she rolled onto her side to look at him.
“And if that is what happens when I express an idea I might need to keep you on speed dial.”
“You’d better,” he said with a very serious tone as he reached for her, pulling her closer.
When Steph openedher eyes it took a few seconds for her to gather her thoughts and realise where she was. She smiled at the memory of the previous night, all of it; Jon certainly had stripped her bare and had indeed touched her everywhere, with everything and had made it most memorable. She thought that as fond as she had been of Simon, loved him, for a time, the sex had never been that good. Jon had been something else completely, and although he had first thought of her as being a bit slutty, she never had been, although knowingly sleeping with a married man might just be the sluttiest thing she’d ever done. She’d had several sexual partners, but none had prepared her for last night.
“Good morning,” she heard him say from behind her before he kissed her shoulder.
“Hello.” She rolled over to face him.
“Did you sleep okay?” he asked her with a smug and cheesy grin lighting up the room never mind his face.
“I may have nodded off eventually.” She returned his smile and reached up to run a hand through his hair while he brushed her nose with his.
“I told you we’d need all night.”
“So you did,” she agreed. “What time is it?”
“Quarter past seven.”
“Shit!” she cried and sat bolt upright.
Pulling her back down to him, his mouth against her ear he asked, “What’s the hurry, Miss Pryor?”
“I need to shower and go to work, that’s the hurry.”
“Go in later, or phone in and stay here,” he suggested.
