Chapter 123

Ciara wiped her brow for the umpteenth time. She was tired and so irritated with herself lately. She was sleeping badly and she had vivid, very erotic dreams to thank for it!

Her latest dream came to mind and her hand stilled, Jon’s shirt forgotten in her hands.

Jon had her captured beneath him, his hands were hot on her skin, his tongue plunging into hers, his body straining lustily. Yanking her upwards, he turned her back towards him, slamming her buttocks against his thighs, his shaft spearing into her flesh. Behaving like a wanton she had egged him on, pleading for him to take her...hard. He had obeyed, pounding into her wetness so intensely; he stole her breath from her. His strong rhythm had her screaming in rapture, her nails shredding the sheets as she tried to stay on the bed.

Her body shuddered into a violent climax with Jon joining her simultaneously. He leaned closer, gathering her against his chest when she whispered.

“Bite me Jon, taste my blood.” His growl popped goose bumps all over her skin and she waited in anticipation as he lowered his mouth to her neck. He crunched down and she cried as he sliced through her skin, his mouth sucking hungrily at her neck.

“Your turn now baby.” She watched as he sliced his skin just above his nipple, cradling her head he coaxed her closer. Her tongue darted out and licked at the blood but it wasn’t enough, her mouth glued to his skin and she swallowed, feeling his sweetness sliding down her throat.

His groan morphed into a deep growl and as she looked up, Jon’s face was hidden in shadows, gone was the passionate eyes an in its place shimmering orbs, glowing from the shadows... Ciara screamed.

That’s when she always woke up, hot, sweaty, her body throbbing.

“Daydreaming again?” His whisper fluttered at her ear.

“I’m ...no! Why?” Ciara looked away, brushing her forehead quickly, she scolded herself as she noticed her hand shaking. She felt uncomfortable and her panties was soaked. When was this going to stop?!

Jon swallowed at the saliva building up in his mouth. Her arousal set his veins on fire and her thoughts! Good God! Was Chimala right? Was she approaching her fertile period?

“You have a lovely blush on your cheeks and I know when we made love your cheeks blush up just like that.” His voice rumbled against her ear. “Do you need me to help you out?” His forefinger brushed her flaming cheek.

“I’m working Jon. Could you please stop saying things like that, I...”

“I’m getting you all hot and bothered don’t I?”

“Jon pleeeaseee!” Ciara wasn’t able to control her trembling anymore.

His mouth meshed hungrily with hers. A soft sigh fluttered across his lips, she turned, only to grab him at the shoulders, hanging on for dear life as her legs threatened to give way.

Jon’s hands stroked her back restlessly, inching lower he cupped her buttocks, squeezing firmly.

Her hands abandoned his shoulders, slipping underneath his shirt, she scraped along his chest, her palms heating fire paths across his skin.

The door suddenly slammed shut, the lock turning loudly. Ciara jumped, her eyes huge.

“The wind or something. Now we know nobody can walk in on us...perfect timing I say.”

“Jo...”

His fingers pressed against her lips.

“Ssshhhh...don’t talk, don’t think...just feel.”

Ciara closed her eyes, taking a deep shuddering breath, her hands slid upwards again.

“That’s it...touch me...oooohhhh...yeeaahhhh!” she was nibbling at his earlobe, her tongue dipped into the shell of his ear, swirling lazily.

Ciara felt her clothes slip from her piece by piece.

Jon backed her up, feeling her bump into the small table he suddenly lifted her, slamming her buttocks on the cold counter.

“Ssshhhhh...that cold.”

Ciara’s hands fumbled with his shirt, feeling it tumble to the floor, she slid towards his pants, unbuckling his belt hastily.

Jon’s golden head was close to her face, his mouth causing havoc to her senses as he licked and sucked at her breasts. His pants dropped to the floor, his shaft was fully erect, the silken steel pulsing hungrily against her stomach.

Jon’s fingers slid over her thighs, opening her wider, he settled between her thighs, his fingers brushing at her wetness. His fingers flicked and played, Ciara’s head dropped backwards, a cry slipping from her throat.

“Do you want more baby? I can give you more.” He brought her head up, forcing her to look at him as he lifted her, yanking her closer to the edge.

“I want more....”

He entered her with one hard stroke, her walls clamped together at the sheer invasion, welcoming him. Waiting for her to gather herself, Jon gripped her buttocks, his strokes hard and deep. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, an uncontrollable cry slipping from her lips with every sure stroke.

She pulled him closer, her breasts flattened against his chest. Her mouth hunted for his lips, finding it she suckled on his lower lip, her tongue delving into his mouth, mimicking exactly what he was doing to her.

Ciara felt her climax swirling like a hurricane inside her core, stripping her of all decorum, leaving in its place, a smouldering heap of decadence as she melted in his arms.

Jon felt her losing herself in his arms, her body tugged at him, keeping him captive. Her mouth was scorching every inch of his chest, neck and face. As her climax crashed into her she screamed, her teeth closing onto his bottom lip, she bit down.

Sweet, warm honey trickled down Ciara’s throat as she suckled at his lip. Jon had stiffened for a moment but relaxed against her as she tasted him, her hands exploring every delicious inch of his back and tight butt.

The aftershocks of their lovemaking simmered down to a low heat and Ciara shuddered as she pulled back.

“I..I bit you.” Her finger traced the swollen lower lip but she was taken by surprise as he suddenly opened his mouth and nipped at her finger, raking it in with his tongue, he sucked on it, keeping it there. He slowly opened his mouth, freeing her finger.

“I can take anything you throw my way Sweets. Dunno if I can say the same for you...”

“I guess I’ll have to take a chance and find out, don’t I?”

“That’s my girl.” He groaned as she nibbled on his jaw, her fingers tangling in his hair.