Chapter 37

Frannie and Jon walked hand in hand, their shoes dangling from their fingers, across the sand back toward their villa. The moon was high and bright, bathing them both in its silvery glow. Jon tugged Frannie to a stop, turning her to face him. He dropped his shoes and trailed his fingers lightly up her arm, tracing small circles on her shoulder. Frannie closed her eyes as he placed feather light kisses across her forehead and down her cheek before finally claiming her mouth in a soft lingering kiss.

As his mouth moved to her jaw and then down her neck she inhaled sharply but she wasn't going to give in this easily. "Is this the best you've got rock star? I'm still not telling." She felt him smile against her, "this is just the opening act babe. You ain't seen nothing yet" he paused, trailing his mouth to her ear, "Francesca."

She trembled at his use of her full name. The way it rolled off his tongue, the cadence of his voice as it rumbled from his throat, the heat of his breath at her ear and the slight nip of her earlobe were nearly her undoing. He felt her shiver and knew she was, little by little, giving in to him. He nibbled across her shoulder as his hands slid around her and up under the back of her top, caressing the soft skin he encountered there. When he felt the goose bumps break out across her skin he released her and picked up his shoes.

Frannie didn't want it to be this easy. He was driving her to the edge of insanity and she wanted to be able to hold out, but she knew she was in trouble when he used her full name. She was almost glad that he had let her go right then. She nearly had herself back in check when Jon took her hand again. There was something in that simple gesture that had her trembling again. Maybe it was the way his fingers barely touched her skin as they slid down her arm and across her palm before grasping her hand, she didn't know and was nearly beyond caring. All the light touches, the caress of her foot and calf during dinner, the light skimming of her forearm while they drank coffee, the circles on her shoulder, they all had her so aroused he could have taken her right there on the sand and it wouldn't have mattered.

When they stepped into their room they dropped their shoes and Jon turned to Frannie, "don't move." She stayed where she was and watched as Jon lit the candles he had scattered around earlier. He came back to where Frannie was standing and took her hands, leading her to the bed. He ran his fingers across her chest and up around her shoulders to her neck and into her hair. His voice was a whisper in the near dark. "So soft, your skin is so soft." She felt his lips moving against her hair as he spoke. "I want to see more, want to see you." He slid his hands across the bare expanse of her back to her top, finding the zipper at her side. As her top fell to her waist he cupped her breasts, thumbs caressing her nipples, coaxing the tips to their full hardness.

Frannie closed her eyes against the sensations that were coursing through her. He's too good at this she thought. I'm never going to be able to hold out against him. She gasped when she felt his hands move from her breasts. She felt him tug on her top, pulling it up from her waist and off of her. She opened her eyes and reached for him, only to have her hands stilled, "not yet baby, this is just for you now." She nearly whined, "but I want to touch you too." Jon just shook his head no and continued, searching out the tie of her skirt. He grappled with the knot, very nearly growling in frustration before it gave way and the skirt fell to the floor.

Jon laid Frannie back on the bed and just looked at her, taking in the vision before him. Her chestnut hair was spread out behind her; the candle light had her skin aglow. Her nipples were standing proud and, his eyes traveled over her, the scrap of white lace called to him. She was stunning. He peeled his shirt off and, starting at her feet, he tasted and touched every part of her. She was writhing beneath him as he nipped her through the white lace, moaned out his name on an oath as he drew a nipple into his hot mouth, sobbed out her frustration as he touched her everywhere but where she so desperately wanted and needed him. When he moved from her she reached out, grabbing his arm, “where are you going?” He pulled her hand from his, kissing her fingers, “shhh baby, just right here.” She watched as he stood and removed his pants, his cock straining with the need for release, with the need for her.

He moved back to the bed, his tongue leaving a wet trail up her thigh, encountering her need for him before he even got to his mark. He ran his tongue up and down, circling her clit, dipping into her briefly, circling again, teasing. He felt her hands tugging in his hair, “Jon!” He raised his head to look at her, “I’ll tell you anything you want to know, but…” she closed her eyes and her voice trailed off as he slipped a finger inside her, “I need you, I need you NOW!” With a final kiss to her inner thigh, he nipped his way up her trembling body, claiming her mouth briefly before holding himself over her. “Frannie, baby, look at me.” She opened her eyes and blurry amber met tumultuous blue as he drove into her.

Frannie arched up, her orgasm rushing through her like wildfire. Jon held on and as she shuddered he moved, driving her again, urging her higher. He pumped into her harder, faster, his own need for release taking over. He dipped his head, nipping her lip with his teeth, “come for me baby, come with me.” As his mouth trailed over her she could do nothing but what he had asked. “Jon” she cried out as they fell into oblivion together.

Sometime later, when they could both breath again, Jon moved so they could crawl under the covers. He dragged Frannie close, feeling her trembling still. “You okay baby?” She looked up at him, eyes heavy-lidded, “oh yeah.” He chuckled, “now, what was it you were going to tell me?”