Chapter 46

The cart of food sat, forgotten next to the bed, as Jon crawled back in next to Frannie. She was still lying there, waiting for him. She had pulled her shirt down and Jon frowned, “you moved.”

She looked over at him, “I didn’t want to give the room steward a free show.” He smiled, “okay, I’ll let it go this time.” He pushed the shirt up and off of her now, letting his gaze roam over her.

He picked up the paint brush again, stroking the whisper soft bristles across her stomach and up, under the curve of her breast. He stroked her softly, working his way up, circling the hardened tip, making it pucker further.

Leaning in, he took the pebble hard point in his mouth, wetting it, teasing it. Pulling back, he blew on it gently, “Jon.” He looked up; Frannie was gazing down at him, her face awash with pleasure. “Baby, please” she begged. He shook his head, “oh no baby, not yet.”

Jon trailed the paint brush across her chest, stroking lightly, teasing her other breast. He moved on, the butterfly light touch of the bristles raising goose bumps on her flesh. Frannie shifted restlessly on the bed, wanting more, wanting him. Her hands reached out, stroking his arms, his shoulders, anywhere she could reach.

When he moved further down on the bed Frannie's fingers slid through the silky strands of his hair and she braced herself for what she knew was coming. Jon looked up at her as he circled her navel with the brush, “you okay baby?” A breathy “yes” and a slight nod of her head was his answer. Jon set the paint brush aside as he stroked the pale blue lace that was hiding the heart of her from him. “Very pretty baby” he whispered as he hooked his fingers in the lacy band and slid them from her body.

Kneeling by her feet he picked up the brush again. He slid it lightly up the inside of her calves, traced circles around the insides of her knees and, slowly, ever so slowly, traced a path up the inside of her thighs. She was writhing under his touch as he stroked up the crease of her thigh. He had touched her everywhere but where she wanted him to the most. He looked up and their eyes met, she could see just the hint of a smile there, “Jon, please” she begged. He shook his head, “I’m not done yet.”

He slid the brush down lower and when it crossed her clit she came apart. Jon sat back on his heels and watched her, loving how she looked at the height of pleasure. He hurried to rid himself of his jeans, his cock having nearly burst through the zipper. He crawled up over her, kissing his way up to her mouth, “so beautiful” he whispered before claiming her mouth. As his tongue found hers, he thrust into her. Her warm wetness surrounded him, “god baby” he groaned out as he buried himself in her.

Frannie wrapped herself around him, moved with him as he pushed her higher. She felt the second wave coming and she wanted to, tried to hold back. Jon pushed harder, “let it go baby.” With a final thrust Frannie shattered; her tremors and contractions pulling Jon with her. He groaned through his release, before collapsing alongside her.

She rolled into him, resting her head on his shoulder, “you’re an evil, evil man.” Jon smirked, it was all he had the energy for, “you didn’t seem to mind babe. Are you ready to eat now?” She pushed at her hair and sat up, “I think I am. And you, you’d better refuel.” He smiled as he pushed himself up, “why’s that?” She picked up the paint brush, “it’s my turn next.”