For long moments they stood there in the moonlight, looking at each other, Jon waiting for Frannie to say something. “Baby?” She raised her eyes to his and he could see the tears that had gathered there, “what’s wrong?” Frannie shook her head slightly, “nothing. You love me?” His fingers grazed her cheek lightly, catching a tear that had escaped, “I do baby.”
The longer she stayed quiet the more nervous Jon got. He hoped he hadn’t scared her, but he had needed to tell her how he felt. It had been building most of the day and he had to get it out. “Frannie, you don’t need to…” she stopped him with a finger on his lips, “I love you too Jon. I just needed a minute for what you said to sink in.” He pulled her hand away from his mouth and lowered his head to hers, stealing her senses with his lips.
When Jon’s mouth left hers, Frannie moaned at the loss. He left a trail of light kisses down her neck, running light circles with the tip of his tongue in the hollow where neck met shoulder. Frannie felt his fingers toying with the straps of her dress and she stopped him, “not out here Jon.” He skimmed his hands lightly down her arms, bent and picked up their shoes. “Come on baby, let’s go.”
They approached the villa and it was dark, save the light Frannie had left on in their room. Letting Frannie enter ahead of him, Jon dropped their shoes right inside the door, sliding it shut behind them. “Now, where were we?” He pulled her back against him, moving her hair out of the way before nuzzling in her neck, kissing up by her ear, nibbling on her lobe. Frannie closed her eyes against the flood of sensations running through her.
She could feel his arousal pressing against her and she reached behind her. Her hands stroked his powerful thighs before sliding up and caressing him through the light material of his pants. As she reached for the button he stilled her hands, “not yet baby.” He rested her hands at her sides and felt for the zipper on her dress. He followed the path of the zipper slowly with his mouth, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses down her back. Straightening, he gave the straps a nudge and sent the dress to the floor, leaving Frannie in the scrap of red lace that he had caught a glimpse of earlier.
They moved to the bed together, Frannie helping rid him of his shirt, then stopping to stroke the skin that had been burnished gold by the afternoon sun. Her mouth followed the path her hands took, pausing to trace each nipple with her tongue, sucking lightly before nibbling her way back to his mouth. As her tongue invaded his mouth, her hand opened his pants, slipping inside to stroke him slowly. With her free hand she pushed at his pants, letting them fall to pool at his feet. Pulling her mouth from his, she slid to her knees in front of him, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest and across the flat of his stomach.
Jon sucked in a breath when he felt Frannie’s warm breath on him, then her tongue laving across his balls. His hands wound in her hair as she ran her tongue up the hardened length of him, circling the head, then slowing taking the whole of him in her mouth. She reveled in the feel of him, soft and hard at the same time. She moved her mouth slowly, savoring his flavor. When she took him deep she was rewarded with his low groan of approval.
With long sure strokes of her mouth she drew him closer to ecstasy. When he was close he urged her to stop, wanting to be inside her when he came. “Frannie, baby” he tugged his hands from her hair and pushed her back, helping her to her feet. He slid his hands around and down to cup her ass as he kissed her hungrily. Turning them, he gave her a nudge and, feeling the bed behind her, she lay across it. Jon slipped her panties from her, trailing his fingers up her leg and lightly tracing the insides of her thighs. Her scent called to him and he pushed her legs apart, needing to taste her. He ran his tongue up and down, teasing her clit and then dipping inside. Frannie was writhing on the bed above him, crying out as her orgasm washed over her. Jon lifted his head and moved over her, teasing her nipples as he slid into her.
“Baby, look at me.” Jon waited for her. She opened her eyes, trying to focus on him. “I love you” he told her as he moved, sliding out and then driving home again. They moved together, urging each other on. He laced his fingers with hers as he moved in her, “I love you” he told her again as they found their release together.
The longer she stayed quiet the more nervous Jon got. He hoped he hadn’t scared her, but he had needed to tell her how he felt. It had been building most of the day and he had to get it out. “Frannie, you don’t need to…” she stopped him with a finger on his lips, “I love you too Jon. I just needed a minute for what you said to sink in.” He pulled her hand away from his mouth and lowered his head to hers, stealing her senses with his lips.
When Jon’s mouth left hers, Frannie moaned at the loss. He left a trail of light kisses down her neck, running light circles with the tip of his tongue in the hollow where neck met shoulder. Frannie felt his fingers toying with the straps of her dress and she stopped him, “not out here Jon.” He skimmed his hands lightly down her arms, bent and picked up their shoes. “Come on baby, let’s go.”
They approached the villa and it was dark, save the light Frannie had left on in their room. Letting Frannie enter ahead of him, Jon dropped their shoes right inside the door, sliding it shut behind them. “Now, where were we?” He pulled her back against him, moving her hair out of the way before nuzzling in her neck, kissing up by her ear, nibbling on her lobe. Frannie closed her eyes against the flood of sensations running through her.
She could feel his arousal pressing against her and she reached behind her. Her hands stroked his powerful thighs before sliding up and caressing him through the light material of his pants. As she reached for the button he stilled her hands, “not yet baby.” He rested her hands at her sides and felt for the zipper on her dress. He followed the path of the zipper slowly with his mouth, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses down her back. Straightening, he gave the straps a nudge and sent the dress to the floor, leaving Frannie in the scrap of red lace that he had caught a glimpse of earlier.
They moved to the bed together, Frannie helping rid him of his shirt, then stopping to stroke the skin that had been burnished gold by the afternoon sun. Her mouth followed the path her hands took, pausing to trace each nipple with her tongue, sucking lightly before nibbling her way back to his mouth. As her tongue invaded his mouth, her hand opened his pants, slipping inside to stroke him slowly. With her free hand she pushed at his pants, letting them fall to pool at his feet. Pulling her mouth from his, she slid to her knees in front of him, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest and across the flat of his stomach.
Jon sucked in a breath when he felt Frannie’s warm breath on him, then her tongue laving across his balls. His hands wound in her hair as she ran her tongue up the hardened length of him, circling the head, then slowing taking the whole of him in her mouth. She reveled in the feel of him, soft and hard at the same time. She moved her mouth slowly, savoring his flavor. When she took him deep she was rewarded with his low groan of approval.
With long sure strokes of her mouth she drew him closer to ecstasy. When he was close he urged her to stop, wanting to be inside her when he came. “Frannie, baby” he tugged his hands from her hair and pushed her back, helping her to her feet. He slid his hands around and down to cup her ass as he kissed her hungrily. Turning them, he gave her a nudge and, feeling the bed behind her, she lay across it. Jon slipped her panties from her, trailing his fingers up her leg and lightly tracing the insides of her thighs. Her scent called to him and he pushed her legs apart, needing to taste her. He ran his tongue up and down, teasing her clit and then dipping inside. Frannie was writhing on the bed above him, crying out as her orgasm washed over her. Jon lifted his head and moved over her, teasing her nipples as he slid into her.
“Baby, look at me.” Jon waited for her. She opened her eyes, trying to focus on him. “I love you” he told her as he moved, sliding out and then driving home again. They moved together, urging each other on. He laced his fingers with hers as he moved in her, “I love you” he told her again as they found their release together.
5 comments:
Stephanie, that was a great chapter. Hot sex, and romantic the way Jon was worried about Frannie's reaction to his declaration.
Have a great time at the show!
~ Hath
Loving this story. That last chapter was great!!
Such a lovely, romantic way to celebrate the recognition of their love. I also liked how you revealed their thoughts in earlier chapters, demonstrating the dawning realization that came to fruition in this chapter! Great stuff!
Nice chapter Steph...Sexy and romantic with them admitting how they feel about one another.. :)
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