“Not so soon, darling.”
“What will I do without you?” she asked as she felt his hands beneath her skirt and preparing to pull her underwear down.
“You will behave.” He kissed her gently. “You will sun yourself all day, eat well, and drink modestly in the evening, and . . .” He pulled her knickers over her shiny red heeled court shoes and cast them aside.
“And at night?” asked Steph as Jon leaned in and began to remove her crisp white blouse to reveal a white lace, up lift bra that matched the lace briefs he had just thrown across the office.
“At night you will lie in bed, horny and frustrated, thinking about what I would be doing to you if I was there.” With a wicked grin he pulled the lace fabric across her hard aching nipples roughly making her moan, desperate for his touch already. Sitting back on his feet he smiled smugly before continuing, “And then if you are a good girl and you deserve it I will make you come over the phone.”
Another moan escaped Steph’s lips while she fidgeted before him hoping he would do something soon.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” she said in an almost pained voice.
“You should have rearranged your dates, darling. Imagine me fucking you in the pool, in our room, on the balcony, in the sea, on the beach, everywhere. You’d need another holiday to get over it. I would make you so sore, but you’d still want more, wouldn’t you?” he asked with eyes that were almost black it seemed as they looked through her, to her very soul and to every desire she had.
“We should book a holiday . . .together . . . just us,” she stammered making him grin as he threw his jacket off before removing his tie.
“We, just us will be taking a holiday, darling, very soon, but in the meantime.” He pushed her skirt up to her thighs where she raised her hips to allow it to be pushed higher making him shake his head as he raised it until it bunched around her waist. “Open your legs for me,” he told her.
Complying immediately, Steph took a deep breath as she tried to anticipate his next move.
“God, I love how wet I make you. What do you think I might do now?” he asked with clear torment in his voice.
“I think you might fuck me,” she said as a request as much as a reply.
“I think you might be right, but first . . .” He stroked through her arousal until he reached her molten core that he couldn’t resist probing with a finger while his thumb began to stroke and tease her clit.
Panting hard she could feel that she was close to climaxing on and around his hand. “Yes, like that, please,” she moaned desperately trying to hold him close so that he couldn’t stop.
“Oh dear.” Looking down at her he pouted, teasing her as he pulled his hand free of her to suck her arousal from his finger. “I might just need more. I need to taste you, to lick you,” he told her as he moved into a kneeling position.
“Yes, yes, please,” she cried breathlessly as she anticipated how his mouth, his tongue would feel on her and in her.
Pulling her feet up onto his shoulders he dropped his face towards the apex of her thighs and after a kiss and a lick along her inner leg, he buried his face in her making her release a deep, low moan. He expertly used his tongue to probe her sex, coating his tongue in her arousal before flattening it and dragging it towards her clit that he tormented with single licksand flicks before blowing on it causing ripples and shudders to flood through her. He took her clit between his lips and as he sucked on it she had no choice but to fall headlong into a soul shaking climax. Shuddering and trembling she didn’t know how to absorb all of the sensations that were threatening to tear her apart and before she could even attempt to focus and order them he had impaled her on one of his thumbs as he bit down gently around her clitoris until she was crying out, completely oblivious to Rosie outside or anyone else, it was just her and Jon that existed in this world she currently found herself in. Swallowing hard she heard a sob and realised she was crying, real tears as she thrashed around as the intensity of her orgasm reached its peak and actually hurt her, but somehow remained pleasurable in its pain. As she reached the other side of it, Jon coaxed her and soothed her down from the euphoria of it before returning his face to hers and brushed her tears away smiling.
“You should have changed your holiday plans, Steph. I would happily pleasure you for a whole week and only ever stopped to eat, although I could live on you for a week at least,” he told her leaning in to kiss her again.
Responding immediately to his tongue in her mouth, she almost clawed at his shoulders to hold him close. She could feel her excitement building as she tasted herself on his tongue, the taste of the sea, slightly salty and oceanic, it didn’t do anything for her in itself, yet the taste of it on him was seriously erotic.
“Steph, darling,” he groaned as he pulled his mouth from hers. “I need you right now, so get your sexy arse and glorious pussy down here.” He was already on the floor, sliding his trousers and boxers down over his thighs.
She’d always found that word, pussy, to be juvenile and yet when it was Jon saying it to her it was sexy, erotic and added to the whole mood between them. His clothes were barely below his knees when she was down on the floor with her skirt bunchedround her waist and her breasts heavy and exposed. She climbed across his groin and holding his erect, shiny penis in one hand while her other hand rested on Jon’s chest to steady herself she lowered down onto him slowly biting into her own lower lip as she was stretched and filled to capacity. Moving slowly to start with, then quicker, up and down with gentle squeezes of her insides she began coaxing him towards his own climax.
“You look great like this, Steph,” he told her as he began to roll and pinch at her hard, puckered nipples that were rosy and bigger than he had ever seen them.
“Yeah, well you’re looking pretty good yourself from where I’m sitting.” She grinned down at him as he squeezed her nipples harder making her whimper at the same time exciting her, causing her to ride him harder.
“Darling, bring your tits down here for me to suck.” He grimaced, thrusting up to meet her movements.
Lowering her chest towards his mouth she was startled to realise that with the first flick of his tongue that she was close to coming again.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned making him look at her and smile as his licking became a suck that developed into a bite that had her digging her nails into his shoulders.
“Yes, you like that don’t you, darling. Just like I love the way you fuck me, God you ride me perfectly, it’s like your cunt was made for me.” He thrust up harder and flexed inside her making her flex back. “Steph come for me,” he almost pleaded.
“Soon,” she groaned knowing she was getting closer.
