Chapter 23

Frannie was bristling with need as they left the elevator and headed back to their room. Jon hadn’t said anything more than “it’s later” and she was wet with anticipation. She watched as Jon put the do not disturb on the outside of the door and then the click of the lock had her trembling, and not in fear.

Ever since their interlude here before they went to the arena and then when she had helped him out in his box she had been more aware of her need for him. Every time he had touched her, every time he had even been close to her, she felt her body react to him. She was about ready to explode.

Jon walked toward her, like a hunter stalking his prey, and he could see her eyes dilate. He had known exactly what he had been doing earlier with all those seemingly innocent touches. She was so wound up it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge, and he was going to make sure she enjoyed every second of it.

Coming up in front of her Jon could see Frannie visibly trembling. He ran his hands up her arms, “are you cold baby?” She shook her head and a shaky “no” escaped her lips. His hands slid around behind her and dragged the holder out of her ponytail and he ran his fingers through her hair. “Then why are you trembling?” He knew full well why she was but he wanted to hear her say it. Frannie licked her lips and kissed him lightly, leaving a trail across his cheek. He felt her breath at his ear, “because I want you so bad I can taste it.” He groaned as her mouth found his in a hot demanding kiss.

Their kisses grew in intensity and Jon urged Frannie closer to the bed. He slipped his hand up under her shirts, sliding them up and off. Her jeans went next, pooling around her ankles. He helped her step free of them and then pulled her close, stroking her cheeks, bared by the thong as he dipped to kiss her again. “God baby, you should wear a thong all the time” he told her as he caressed her ass and trailed kisses across her shoulder, grabbing the bra strap with his teeth and moving it off her shoulder. “If this is what it gets me, I’ll wear one every day from now on” she breathed as she traced the shell of his ear with her tongue.

Keeping his hold on her Jon backed up to the bed and sat down, his face even with her chest. He reached behind Frannie to release the catch of her bra, baring her breasts to him. She closed her eyes as she felt his mouth on her skin, his tongue laving a trail from one hardened nipple to the other, pausing to suckle lightly on each. Frannie’s head lolled back as she felt his mouth nip and kiss down across her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel, pausing at the waistband of her thong, inhaling her sweet scent.

Jon stood, stroking her through her panties briefly before sliding his hand around to her ass again. He pulled her against him as he called out to her, “Frannie.” She felt him grind his hips against her as she opened her eyes. Her pupils were so dilated that her eyes looked almost black. Jon wasn’t sure she could even see him. Frannie gazed at him through the haze of arousal and found his mouth, kissing him with abandon.

As their mouths battled, Jon felt Frannie’s hands move down his body, she stroked him through his jeans before releasing the button. He helped her get the tight denim over his hips and they fell to the floor. Jon eased her back on the bed grinning as she reached out her hands to him. He crawled up next to her and lightly ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh.

His name was a sob off her lips as his fingers continued their sweet torture. Her hips undulated against his fingers, wanting, needing a firmer touch. He kept his strokes agonizingly slow and frustratingly light. Frannie reached for him, but he stopped her knowing all it would take was a touch and it would be all over.

Finally he slid her thong down her legs, kissing his way back up, stroking her with his tongue. Frannie’s hips bucked up off the bed when she felt his mouth on her, “Jon, please!” He moved up over her and with one thrust was home. She was so ready her orgasm crashed over her. Jon drove into her over and over, driving her up again and again until he could hold back no longer as he took her over the edge a final time.

Long moments passed with the only sound in the room being their labored breathing. Jon was acutely aware of someone lightly stroking his back. He picked his head up from Frannie’s shoulder and looked down at her, “you okay baby?” A small smile was on her lips, “can it always be later?” Jon laughed and shifted off of her, moving them both to the top of the bed and under the blankets.