Chapter 161

Jon stilled as her tongue dragged along his lips. She coaxed his lips apart, inching closer she tasted the spicy alcohol on his tongue.

His hands snapped up at their own accord bunching in her hair, he dragged her into him, deepening the kiss .

She broke the kiss and changed her attention to his throat…nibbling at his adam’s apple, sucking at his nipples. Her fervent lovemaking turn his skin on fire, his veins pulsed, his stomach clenched in anticipation.

With a strength he didn’t know she possessed, she backed him to into the wall of the house. She was lowering even more, she was licking his lower stomach, her hands tucked at his jeans.

“You are right…I want you so why not take you right?” she murmured to no on in particular.

Jon opened his eyes, sagging his head forward he watched her as she unleashed all sorts of hell on him. Her hands were cupping his buttocks, squeezing tightly she dug her nails into him, pushing him closer to her nibbling mouth.

A hiss floated into the air and he realized it was his own. Her mouth was nuzzling along the length of his shaft.

When her hand finally closed around his girth, guiding him into her mouth, he was a shuddering mess, his knees barely holding him up.

Her hand pumped rhythmically, her tongue swirling around the moist tip. She wanted to taste him, all of him. Drawing him even deeper into her mouth, she cupped his fleshy sack, squeezing, tightening her hold.

Jon’s hip rotated slowly, his breath left his chest in tiny gasps.

“Ooohh God in heaven….Ciara!”

Her mouth was so warm around him, her tongue drove him to the brink of insanity he wanted to crush her to him.

Ciara was suddenly lifted off her feet and into his arms.

A swirl of breeze disorientated her for a moment and as she became aware of her surroundings she was staring at the moon paving a silvery path across the ocean. The waves were crashing over Jon’s feet, splattering all over them.

His arm slid from her legs, letting her down slowly, her feet sunk into the sand.

His hands cradled her shoulders, brushing lightly, he took the delicate straps with, sliding it down her shoulders, he bared her breasts.

Slipping the flimsy gown downwards, he kneeled lower, scraping her panties down her thighs and into the water, letting the tide carry it away.

His hands brushed her thighs, pressing a hand in between he opened her wider.

A cry bubbled from her as his mouth nuzzled hungrily. His tongue delved in between her most intimate spot and she quivered as he lapped at her moist, playing with the sensitive nub hidden between womanly lips.

Ciara’s knees suddenly buckled but he was there to catch her, cradling her gently in his arms, he laid her on the wet sand. The ocean tucked at their feet, spilling over their knees.

Jon’s lovemaking was relentless, cradling her buttocks on his splayed hands, he sucked at the honey between her thighs, marveling at her restless hips and unrestrained moans.

Ciara’s fingers dug into the wet sand beneath her, her body were about to explode into a million pieces too soon and there was just no way to prolong it.

Her body crashed into a shattering climax, her nails dug into his shoulders, her head flung back, she cried out.

Jon waited for her body to ease its spasms before he walked with her into the cold, dark waves, her legs encircling his waist.

He could feel the restlessness within her, she was far from done. Her body had its first appetizer, now it was impatiently awaiting its fulfillment.

“Do you want more?” He whispered against her jaw. She nodded silently, her hands stroked his nape, her dripping wetness scraped along his belly, only heightening his hunger for her. “I’ll give you more…I’ll give you so much more you will beg me to stop.”

Jon’s eyes shimmered in the dark night, his hands gripped her hips, lowering her until she felt him at her entrance.

Ciara whimpered as she felt him push inside. The deeper he pushed the deeper he went into the ocean. As the water sloshed over her breasts, he stopped, fully sheathed he paused for a moment. His eyes penetrated her soul, reading her mind.

For a breathless few minutes he just stood there, staring at her. Ciara tightened around him, her hips pushing harder against him.

“Jon please…”

He bucked into her and she gasped. His rhythm was relentless, pushing deeper and withdrawing then slamming deeper yet again.

His mouth was locked onto one nipple then another, he suckled until Ciara felt she could scream from pleasure.

His powerful hands kneaded her buttocks, lifting her to meet each deep thrust.

As yet another climax rushed closer, Jon waded towards the shore. Tumbling onto the beach, he settled her calves on his shoulders, angling her buttocks on his thighs. His hands stroked the gentle slope of her calves, his mouth took turns, nuzzling the insides of her knees, while he plunged into her, knocking her breath right from her lungs.

She suddenly clamped around him, throwing her head back, she called his name over and over and over. Her nails scraped raw trails across his chest.

Her body slacked as her climax ebbed from her womb.

Ciara opened her eyes only to be met with stormy, dark marbles, staring down at her.

His smile lit the dark night, his hands didn’t ease its intensity on her hips and she shivered as he growled above her.

“Its my turn now…let the begging begin.” A flash of fangs chased excitement through her core and she moaned as he seemed to grow even larger within her.