Chapter 111

His kiss was so forceful Ciara whimpered as her lips scraped against her teeth. His tongue invaded without gentle persuasion and all she could do was hang on for dear life, grabbing the balls of his shoulders.

Her body melted into his and her mouth softened. Jon couldn’t help but slip his hands lower, cradling her wild curly hair, his thumbs tipped her head even further back against the door, giving him ample space to explore.

“I cant get enough of you. God help me but I cant....”, a groan slipped from her lips, setting him alight even more.

Ciara marvelled as his strong hands inched lower, grabbing hold of her shirt, he tugged sharply, lifting if from her belt. As his fingertips touched skin, Ciara’s skin caught fire. His fingers fumbled with her buttons, popping them one by one she felt her nipples tighten, puckering in anticipation. The blond head lowered towards her breasts, his tongue darted from its cavern, teasing and tasting.

Her skin was a welcome pillow to his face, burying his head in between her mounts, he nuzzled, inhaling her unique essence.

Her heart was galloping in his ears, her arousal embalmed his senses, driving him to the ultimate goal two bodies could ever share.

Her hands stroked his hair and when his lovemaking became to overpowering, she would claw his scalp, tugging helplessly.

Ciara’s eyelids drifted open, watching as he worshipped her breasts, her breath caught in her throat as he nipped at a hard nub through the lace of her bra.

“Oohhmmmmm.”

“You like it baby?” His face disappeared again.

She could only lick her lips in answer to his husky growl.

His hand cupped the small of her back, pressing lightly she fell against him, her pelvis cradled against his hips.

“Touch me...I need to feel you on my skin.”

His voice was thick in her ears, without hesitation, she obeyed.

One button after the other slipped from its hole, exposing hard male muscle underneath. Ciara focused on the tight male nipples puckering proudly from the male wall. Scraping lightly, she stroked his flesh. Her hands had a mind of their own and soon she was cupping the fullness of his buttocks, kneading it like a kitten. She wasn’t allowed too much playtime and soon Jon lowered.

The snap of her jeans gave way, as every inch of skin was exposed; she felt warm kisses accompany her naked skin. Kneeling before her, his gaze suddenly snapped up, stealing her breath as glittering orbs held her captive. Never breaking the connection, he kept on watching as his mouth fused with her lower tummy. Warm, moist kisses darted across her sensitive skin, waking the butterflies that slumbered in her belly. His fingers hooked on her panties, pulling it back slightly, he suddenly let go. The snapping sound made her jump, resulting in a loud gasp from her lips.

Jon hovered closer, biting the panties between his teeth, he crunched down, severing the elastic band. The lacy scrap tumbled down her legs, revealing her womanhood in all its aroused glory.

Two fingers brushed between the womanly lips and Ciara shuddered. As she opened her eyes she was face to face with Jon. He smashed his mouth against hers, flattening her breasts against his chest so fiercely she struggled to breath.

Jon inched away and a sudden rush of cold air confirmed just how totally naked she was against him.

His hands gripped her hips, lifting her, he coaxed her to wrap her legs around him. Her legs closed around his waist as he walked slowly towards the bedroom, his mouth never leaving hers.

He sagged onto the bed, Ciara threw her weight forward and Jon landed on his back . Her flushed face was just above his own, her eyes softened from too much wine and passion.

Jon felt his stomach dip as her hands fumbled at the snap of his jeans. Cool air brushed his flanks as the jeans was tucked lower. His shoes and socks was the last to go and by then Jon’s patience was up. She was gone too long, he wanted her tight against his body whimpering and squirming just as she always did. But she had something else in mind and just as he was about to haul her back up she crawled slowly upwards her mouth causing all sorts of hell on his senses.

Her hands kneaded his thigh muscles while her lips and tongue traced slow, wet kisses. As her mouth closed over his shaft, Jon bucked, a grunt bubbling from his lips. Her warmth was overwhelming, her tongue teased the tip of his shaft , her teeth grazing the thickness of him.

The build up was slow but as strong as the undercurrent of the ocean. The pit of his stomach burst into flames, carrying the scorching heat towards his shaft and into his pulsating sack.

Ciara rubbed up against his leg, her breasts rolling across his thighs, the tight nubs stabbing into his skin.

Just as it was about to become too much, Jon hauled her towards him as he came into a sitting position.

“When I come, I want to feel you around me, squeezing me.”

Ciara settled on his lap, her legs settling around his lower hips. His hands closed around her hips, lifting her easily, he slipped her onto his steel, impaling her.

Ciara stopped breathing as they melted into each other, they focused on each other’s pleasure, their bodies accepting each other perfectly.

They moved slowly at first, Jon’s face was buried between her breasts, his mouth tasting, suckling, nipping. As their zenith rushed closer, Jon grabbed her buttocks, slamming her into him, penetrated her as deep as she would allow.

Her breathy gasps and feminine cries mingled with his deep groans, filling the bedroom. Jon felt the moment she climaxed when she pulsed around him, milking him fiercely. He exploded into her with a deep shudder.

Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, her lips stamping tiny kisses there.

They didn’t move for ages. Just enjoying each other, they cuddled, holding on, waiting for their breathing to slow down.

Jon felt Ciara’s body slack against him, feeling her heart slow he knew she was slumbering.

He settled her between the sheets and was about to get off the bed, when her hand splayed across his pecs.

“Please stay the night.”