He stroked her hip, “you need to roll over before you burn.” She nodded her head, “hmm mmm” but she didn’t move. Jon shifted up on his elbow so he could look at her, she had a small smile on her face and her eyes were closed. He kissed the smile from her lips and finally her eyes fluttered open as she felt his tongue tracing her lips. Amber eyes gazed up at eyes as blue as the water that was crashing on the shore, “did you say something to me?” He chuckled as he lightly ran his fingers up and down her thigh, “I said you needed to roll over before you burned.”
Gazing down on her he could see that she was totally relaxed. The lines that had creased her forehead when had first seen her several weeks ago had eased to the point of almost nonexistence. The shadows that had haunted her eyes were gone and she smiled more easily these days. He was glad to see all the changes in her, loved seeing the woman he knew she was meant to be. She was more confident these days and he loved the humor and personality that he was seeing more and more of everyday.
Frannie watched him as he watched her, seeing something in his eyes, “what’s going on in there?” She stroked his cheek and tapped his temple lightly. He grasped her hand and kissed her fingers, “just thinking about all the changes I’m seeing in you and about how glad I am that I have been here to see them. You are an amazing woman Francesca Daniels.” She averted her eyes and tried not to look at him, feeling the flush of embarrassment at his words and arousal at his use of her full name.
“Hey” he tilted her face to look at him, “don’t look away. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You are amazing Frannie.” This time she didn’t look away, she held his gaze, “thank you.” He leaned in and kissed her gently, “you don’t have to thank me baby.” She stroked his face again and kissed him back “yes I do. You were there for me when I was at one of my lowest points and you helped me get back to where I am now. I have a lot to thank you for.” She slid her hand across his cheek up into his hair and drew him down to her, kissing him lightly, letting the tip of her tongue snake out to tease his lips.
At the touch of her tongue Jon opened his mouth and let his tongue tease hers, deepening the kiss and tasting each other fully. He could feel his arousal growing and he knew he should try to keep himself under control but damn she drove him crazy. He eased his way out of the kiss, breathing uneven. “God baby, what you do to me.” Her breath was coming in pants, “I think we do it to each other.”
Frannie rolled over, catching Jon unaware and he ended up flat on his back looking up at her. “What are you doing?” He wanted to see just how far she was willing to take this. Frannie dipped her head and trailed a line of kisses across his jaw and down his neck. He tasted a little salty from his sweat, a little bit like coconut from the sunscreen and all Jon. It was a heady combination. She trailed her tongue down his neck, stopping to nibble lightly at his adam’s apple.
Jon stroked her back, his hand seeking out the tie of her top at the back of her neck. She stopped and looked up at him, the question clear on her face. He didn’t want her to be uncomfortable, “Baby?” She looked around up and down the beach, seeing no one she nodded her assent. He untied her top, kissing across one breast, taking the rosy nipple in his mouth and sucking gently.
Frannie moaned as he continued, and let her hand wander across his chest, teasing his nipples with her fingers before sliding her hand down across his hard abs and toying with the tie on his shorts. He felt the tug and waited, anticipating feeling her hand on him. She slid her hand up and down his length over his shorts before slipping her hand inside, marveling at the velvety soft hardness as she stroked him.
He groaned at the feel of her hand on him and in one swift move, he had her hand out of his shorts and her flat on her back. His mouth found hers in a brutal demanding kiss as his hand found its way inside her bikini bottom, finding her more than ready for him. He moved over her, slipping his shorts down just far enough before sliding her bottoms to one side and sliding home in one thrush. “Oh God Baby” he stilled for a minute, trying to catch his breath.
Frannie didn’t want to wait. She moved her hips under him, urging him to move. “Baby, wait, I need to… ah fuck,” he thrust hard into her, unable to hold himself back. He came, groaning against her. He slid from her and rolled onto his back, tucking himself into his shorts. He looked over at her, “I’m sorry baby. I’ll make it up to you.” She ran her hand up and down his chest, “I’ve no doubt you will.” He reached and retied her top for her, kissing her gently, “you can count on that baby.” Jon stood, holding out his hand, “come on, let’s see what Geena and Sophie are up to before we go to dinner.”