“Or we could stay here.”
“As you wish, Stephanie,” Jon agreed freely with a huge grin as his lips landed on hers while his hands gripped her hips more firmly to lift her up onto the kitchen counter and immediately prepared to remove her underwear.
“Huh-uh, not yet. You need to lose some clothes first, Brooker,” Steph told him, removing her own bra and leaning back on her elbows, displaying her charms in case he needed any further encouragement.
“Whatever you want, darling.”
In a flurry of flying clothing, Steph watched on as Jon shed every item including his socks which she found amusing and sexy as hell at the same time. Stepping back towards her, Jon grinned broadly as his body nestled between her thighs where his arms wrapped around her, one hand skating up her back while the other rested on her behind, coaxing her to the edge of the countertop.
“Better?” he asked with a cocky grin.
“It’s getting there.” Steph’s own hands gently traced a path across Jon’s chest, travelling towards his face where she skimmed his jawline before pulling his face closer to kiss him.
The feel of his lips softening beneath hers, allowing her to mould them empowered her to continue. Breaching his lips, her tongue already stroking his forced a gasp from her. She had never ever kissed anyone or been kissed by anyone quite like it was with Jon. It was sexy and intimate, but it was so much more besides. The sensation and feelings of having her lips working with his and their tongues softly duelling had her body reacting with heat flooding her system and moisture gathering in her most delicate places. There was a tingling and tightness running from her stiffly pulled nipples down into her belly and then gathering between her thighs, in the depths of her core that was already clenching against the emptiness there. The power of the kiss was beginning to be exchanged. Jon was taking charge now, his tongue overpowering hers to dictate the pace and depth of it. Forcing hers to calm and slow, taking her feelings, thoughts and sensations down a notch, making her gain some control of her body and mind. Now she became aware of the fact that Jon was relieving her of her remaining piece of clothing, her knickers that were becoming increasingly damp. With a small lift of her bottom they were discarded too before he adjusted her position so that her behind was balanced on the very edge of the counter.
Steph heard a loud smack of their lips echoing around them as Jon broke their kiss making her feel almost bereft at the loss of his mouth on hers, the loss of the love she’d felt while they’d been kissing.
“Shit!” she cursed. More at her musing that there was love involved here than anything else.
The fact that Jon had a wife seemed to suggest that love was the one thing not available, certainly not from him to her.
Fortunately, her single expletive required no explanation as the precise moment she uttered it, Jon was entering her in a single thrust.
She followed hershitwith anoh Godas she desperately tried to adapt to the rapid stretch of her body. There was no time to adjust to the invasion she was being subjected to before Jon began to thrust against her causing further expletives and exclamations to follow. With his hands holding and supporting her behind to enable his smooth thrusts and Steph’s coming to rest on his shoulders, they worked together like a well-oiled machine until they were both gasping and panting, chasing their own and each other’s release. A release that they found together in a series of cries, muttered endearments and expletives.
Twenty-Three
Steph turned into the large driveway that occupied the width of her brother’s double fronted house.
She looked across at the VW Golf she parked next to. “Bitch,” she muttered in an outraged tone.
“I am seriously hoping that you haven’t come up with that as some kind of pet name for me,” said Jon taking her hand.
“No.” She offered a short laugh at the notion of doing precisely that. “But this is my dream car, right down to the colour and specification and I am guessing that this is Zoe’s new toy because it’s not Eddie’s cup of tea at all.”
“I see, but it’s hardly cause to call her names,” pointed out Jon as they reached the door, leaning up to ring the bell.
Steph was still feeling slightly irritated as Eddie opened the door and greeted them both warmly. He ushered them into the hall and the lounge beyond where a boy of around seven and a girl of around four were arguing about who was the funniest character in SpongeBob Square Pants.
“You’re both wrong because it’s Patrick!” shouted Steph behind them.
“Auntie Steph!” they called together turning to face her as she hugged them both.
“Hello, double trouble. Let me introduce you to my friend, Jon.”
“Is he your boyfriend?” asked the little girl.
“Yes, Tilly,” said Eddie from next to Steph. “Now, stop being nosey,” he laughed.
“Auntie Steph’s got a boyfriend, Auntie Steph’s got a boyfriend,” sang the little boy, his grin revealing a missing tooth as he looked at Steph and his dad, but avoided eye contact with Jon.
“And if you want Auntie Steph to help with your maths homework, Finley, you may want to stop singing at her,” Eddie said seriously as he ruffled the little boy’s hair.
“Ooh, maths homework, my favourite.” The excitement of Steph’s tone and her accompanying grin suggested she meant every word.
“You really are very strange, sis, nobody really likes maths,” Eddie told her as a female voice called from behind them.
“Dinner is served and I am seriously hoping you’re not a vegetarian, Jon,” said Zoe as she approached them and extended a hand to him. “Pleased to meet you, Eddie’s told me all about you.”
