81 - Then He Kissed Me

Jon childishly threw the Cracker Jack engagement ring against the window in a symbolic gesture, wishing it to sail out the window and into the night.  But that didn’t happen.  It only ‘clinked’ against the glass and disappeared soundlessly in the softness of the carpet or sofa – he didn’t really care where it ended up.

How many women’s lips had he slanted his mouth across through the years?  Hundreds?  A thousand?  Many of them were no more than nameless faces on a stage.  Just as many may as well have been.  The ones that mattered, he could count on one hand.

This one mattered.  With this woman, the simple act that he’d thoughtlessly executed a thousand times, was more significant than a good portion of the sexual encounters in his life. 

He picked up her hands, bringing her with him as he silently stood.  Glancing over her expertly made up face, he found the perfect pink bow of her mouth ever so slightly parted.  Jon’s hands came up to cradle her head, thumbs feathering across the arches of her cheekbones.  “I know what you’re doing,” he murmured.  “And we will finish this conversation.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jesus.  Two simple words shouldn’t sound that sinful when put together, but when they fell from those lips…

“Are you sure about this?” he probed, searching the artic eyes that were prettier than any contacts she could disguise them with. 

Stop being a pussy and kiss her already.  She asked you to.  Don’t turn this into a damn Oprah moment.

“Yes.”  Her assent was no more than a breath of air across his chin as she tipped her face to his.

Jon’s thumbs moved inward, tracing along the pert line of her nose and over the faint hint of laugh lines framing her mouth.  The full bottom lip was pliable under the gentle tug of his thumb when he separated it from its mate.  His head dipped close, until their breath became as one even as their lips remained apart.

The rounded tip of his tongue came to taste the ripe fullness of that bottom lip with a teasing swipe, and Petey inhaled sharply through her nose.  A devilish glee filling his heart, he repeated the action until he’d lapped it from corner to corner.  Then he went back the opposite direction on her top lip.

“Jon,” she whimpered plaintively.  “Stop teasing.”

His “hush” fluttered across her mouth on a whisper while his thumbs restlessly stroked her cheeks and fragile jawline.  Jon opened his mouth, narrowly capturing her top lip between his gentle ones before drifting to tease at the succulence of the lower bow.

“Open for me,” he instructed, nudging her jaw toward that objective with the help of his gently guiding hands.  Petey’s lips parted and Jon’s tongue slipped inside for a taste of heaven.  Her breathy whimper had his hands releasing her face so that he could wrap her up in greedy arms and pull her close. 

The instant he felt the rough velvet of her tongue glide against his, he went hard enough to cut diamonds.  Instinctively bumping his hips into hers, he swirled through the sweet warmth of her mouth, envisioning pink clouds of cotton candy behind his eyelids as her scent morphed with her taste. 

A guttural moan dislodged from the back of his throat as his erection met the softness of her tummy and he devoured each soft crevice of her mouth.  The slippery slithering of their mating tongues made him hotter than any porn or stripper he’d ever seen.  Her mouth was unadulterated erotica.

Wrenching their lips apart, Jon rested his forehead against hers and vainly sought to control his ragged breathing. 

“That was worth waiting for,” she mumbled dreamily, hands seeking his heat through the crisp, white cotton of his shirt.  “Thank you.”

“Oh, Baby, we’re not done yet.”  He stole another irresistible taste.  “I need you.”  A sultry hip sway had his hardness swishing against the filmy chiffon of her dress.  “Come to bed with me?”

She needed him, too.  In the worst possible way.  Nodding, she stood on tip-toe and brushed her open mouth across his, tongue sneaking out for a sip of Jon’s heady flavor.  It was champagne mixed with wine and something that was exclusive to him.  She would wait another thirty-eight years for this kiss with this man.  It was that good.

He slowly reared his head, eluding her voracious lips with a soft chuckle.  A few tendrils had escaped her twist, and he brushed them back, peering solemnly into her face.  “Petey.  It will be more than sex this time.”

Her heart sang, and tears tried to pool in her eyes. 

You’re such a girl.

She brought reverent fingertips to touch his cheek, thinking that it would be the perfect time to argue just for the sake of arguing – or to try and pretend to keep her distance.  But she didn’t want to.  She wanted him, and if he was going to let her believe this was… more, then she would happily indulge in the girly, frou-frou cloud of fantasy.

“I’m glad,” she whispered with soul-baring honesty, to which he responded with a rumbling growl and another gluttonous kiss.  Petey submerged her fingers in his hair and returned the kiss with zeal.  She allowed all of the pent-up emotion of the past days to dissipate into the sensual delirium that thrived between them.

“Christ,” he moaned against her lips, hands skimming along the sheer layers of fabric covering her hips and bottom.  “You kiss with your soul, don’t you, Baby?”

“When you wait your whole life, you kinda want it to be an event,” she murmured, tugging at his tie and nipping at the wide mouth that fit hers so well.

“Mmmffph.”  Jon’s mouth pulled free and firm hands tightened over her hips, easing her slightly away from him.  “What did you say?”

“Later.  It doesn’t matter now.”  A single step had her body flush against his, agile hands finally unknotting his tie, and it slid unnoticed to the floor, a swirl of brilliant cobalt blue against the neutral carpeting.

“My God, woman.”  The quiet muttering warmed the top of her head.  “Will there ever be a time when you don’t blindside me with something?”

Petey’s smile was beatific.  “I hope not.”  She tugged imploringly at his wrist.  “Let’s go to bed.”

The full-length skirt of her gown swished around her ankles as she pulled him along to the doorway that marked the bedroom’s entry.  Broaching the threshold revealed that more huge windows lined this room, and the lights of nighttime DC offered enough illumination to make out the huge king bed against the wall. 

“Hey.”  He stopped short, tugging at her hand this time, until she turned to him with a question in her eyes.  “In case I forget to tell you later, you were the most beautiful woman down there.  Blue looks pretty on you.” 

She was on the verge of melting into a puddle of girliness when the quiet rasp of a zipper filled the otherwise silent room. Petey’s gown slid unexpectedly to the floor and left her bare except for a tiny pair of pink panties.  Offering a glance at the sea of blue chiffon around her ankles, she then tipped her head to find his white smile shining brightly in the semi-dark room.

“It’s prettier on the floor though.”

Petey couldn’t stop the grin from igniting a full-fledged dimple attack.  “Have I ever told you that you’re cute when you’re being humorous?” she murmured affectionately against his lips as she seductively buffed her bare body against him.  He had the power to make her feel... euphoric, both inside and out.

“I don’t think you’ve ever told me I’m cute.”  They were both smiling through the fleeting kisses that they couldn’t seem to stop pilfering from one another.

“Mm.  An oversight on my part.”  The dress shirt fell open as buttons were freed, and it was pushed to the floor in a white splash of cotton amid the waves of blue chiffon.  Her hands greedily ate up the warmth of his broad chest and she peppered kisses along his sternum, reveling in the musky scent of his skin.

The pins from her hair were added to the pile when he impatiently pulled them free and unfurled her dark waves.  Jon gave a nod of satisfaction at finding the pink tips still intact, and she silently thanked Gavin for his long distance up-do instructions.

“Now you look like my imp.”  With no more than that, he bent and scooped her into his arms.  Cautiously navigating around the pile of foof, he delivered her to the big bed, laying her in its center before snicking on the lamp.  His eyes darkened, and preying fingers traced the edge of her panties and flirted with the softness beneath.  “I knew you had to have pink somewhere.”

It was ridiculous how much the casual observation pleased her.  Petey waggled her fingertips at him with a wink.  “I snuck it in where I could.”

“Mmm.  Toes too?”  The skulls shoes were dropped to the floor, and he found her toenails the same delicate shade of pink as her fingernails.  “Toes, too,” he answered his own question and pressed a simple kiss to the arch of her left foot.  The kisses continued along the inside of her ankle, up to her calf and knee where he stopped with a playful nip at the skin there.

Twisting her head against the lavish bedspread, she beckoned him with beguiling eyes.  “I’m a little cold.  Could you lose the pants and come cover me up?”

Wickedness exploded in his eyes, and he reached for his belt.  “I could probably do that.”  Petey’s eyes were riveted to the spot just below his navel where thick fingers opened his belt and pants.  The zipper eased down under her watchfulness, and the rousing trail of hair down his belly became more readily visible in the part of his slacks. 

An easy push had them hitting the floor, and the body that was too unbearably perfect for clothes gloriously entered its intended state of nudity.  The man was Greek god gorgeous with his thick manhood standing at attention, its base nestled in a darkly masculine thatch. 

That thatch scrubbed against her smoothness when he parted her thighs and came to lie between them.  Weight resting on his arms, he slowly lowered himself so that his chest rested only lightly against hers. 

“Kiss me,” she breathed.  It had been too long.  Hours ago she hadn’t known his taste, but now she craved it, and the few minutes since their last kiss was an eternity. 

He inclined his head, mouth fusing itself possessively against hers.  The soft moans and mewls of appreciation filled her senses, and her infatuation with him grew fanatical.  Her hands wouldn’t still, her legs tied themselves into his, her mouth sought to consume him and she writhed her entire body against his in carnal distress.

With a smothered curse, Jon flipped them so that they both lay on their sides and his hands could pillage her curves and softness unfettered.  He intimately clutched at her bottom, sneaking stealthily to dip in her pool of excitement and drawing out a gasp of ardor.

They knew one another’s bodies well, but tonight was a brand new exploration.  Every crevice, every secret spot, every erogenous zone was kissed, licked and petted until they were both wild with want.

“Jon.  I need you.”  The ebony mass of Petey’s hair slithered chaotically across the bedding as she twisted in agony.  “Sweetheart.  Baby.  Please.”

Jon’s heart thumped with a new cadence at the endearments and he pushed her to the flat of her back in one feverish motion.  “You fit me so good,” he muttered incoherently, as he propelled his hardness into the satiny sheath of her core. 

“Ohhhh!”

Notching the fingers of their hands together, he held them stretched above her head, squeezing with each cant of his hips.  “I can’t get enough of your mouth”, he rumbled against her lips, commanding entry for his plundering tongue.  His hips set the tempo and he followed through with his mouth until all of their motions were perfectly aligned in an intricately choreographed lovers’ dance.

Their bodies slickened with sweat and desire, he lifted his head even as he continued to spear her womb with a frenzied voraciousness.  “Look at me,” he panted, grinding himself against her.  “Look at me when you come.”

Petey’s heart added another three beat per minute at the sensually issued order.  She opened her eyes, the world around her liquid motion except for his face.  His beautifully handsome face was fierce and protective and… loving. 

“Oh… OH JONNN!!!”

☠ ☢ ☠

Jon nuzzled into the sensitive spot behind her ear.  “You know I’ve got a list of questions as long as my arm don’t you?”

She snuffled softly, peering through the dimness at the ceiling and curling her hand over the one he had laid against her stomach.  “Yeah, I figured as much.”

“The problem is…” Turning his head away from her, he fell victim to a jaw-popping yawn.   “The problem is that I’m too damn tired to ask them.”  His lips fluttered across her shoulder in a soft kiss.  “If I fall asleep, will you still be here when I wake up?”

The impulse to sneak out in the middle of the night waggled its tempting fingers at her, but Petey shook it away.  “Yes, I’ll be here.  I’ve got some questions of my own.”  She rolled onto her side, using her elbow to lift herself so she could steal one last kiss. 

“Mmmmmm.” Jon’s pulled her head close and stroked his tongue against hers, swirling them together in a lazy dance.  “You taste as sweet as you smell,” he mumbled sleepily, releasing her mouth to collapse into his pillow. 

“And you taste as delicious as you smell.”  Mouth curling into a smile and heart singing, she scooted away to her side of the bed so that he could sleep.

“Hey.”  A petulant frown lined his face and he snaked his hand under the covers for her.  “Come back here.”

“What?”  Always before they’d slept on their own sides of the bed.  Oh sure, occasionally a hand or foot would sneak over to the other side, but it was strictly ‘his’ and ‘hers’.

But now he cinched an arm around her waist and hauled her close, until her back was plastered against his chest, and her hips were nestled into his groin.  “Don’t make me explain,” he sighed against the top of her head.  “We’ll talk it all out over coffee in the morning.”