Chapter Seven

Jon inhaled sharply as she sucked gently, then began to swirl her tongue around and up and down, closing her mouth around him snugly and then releasing, simulating. She felt him grow even harder as she took him deep into her throat and back out, and she looked up to see him leaning back against the sofa, his chest heaving.

She smiled. She had always been good at this. It made her feel even sexier now to have the power over him, and to give him the same pleasure he had just given her.

Jon shuddered as Erin released her hold on him, leaving him pulsing and aching for more. “Fuck,” he muttered. “You sure know what you’re doing.”

Erin raised an eyebrow. “As do you.”

Jon sat up and tilted her chin upward. “But I’m still not done with you.”

He reached down and grabbed the hem of her sweater, pulling it up and off her body, exposing her flat stomach and lace-covered breasts. He took hold of one of them as he leaned forward and sucked gently at her neck, then marked a slick trail down her chest. He slid off the couch to meet her at her level, and proceeded to slip her bra strap off her shoulder, working his way downward until his mouth met her breast. Deliberately, he ran his tongue around her nipple, kissing her here and there before his mouth enveloped her soft tip and coaxed it hard. Erin’s breathing turned ragged as she relished in the sensation.

Jon’s hunger for her could not be satiated. He had been fighting the urges all night – hell, he’d been fighting them since they met on that damn plane in San Diego. She was wildly sexy – confident, intelligent, sure of herself in a way that didn’t quite meet arrogance, and she knew just how to play him so that he broke down, defeated, whimpering for more. He hadn’t met anyone with that strong of a hold on him in years – it intrigued every one of his senses.

It never occurred to him that they were embarking on a one-night stand. Jumping straight to sex, to the physical, didn’t seem wrong at this point. At least not to him. He knew Richie, his best friend and mentor, would call him an idiot and berate him for acting so impulsively: it wasn’t the eighties after all, he wasn’t a frizzy-topped puppy anymore. He was a grown man and should “know better”.

But Erin was a grown woman. And she was delivering just as much as receiving tonight. Hell, she was delivering more than receiving.

And Jon planned to change that.

He stroked her skin as he continued to suckle her breast, reaching around behind her and unsnapping the bra clasp. It fell into her lap and he tossed it away, then he took her in – naked body and all.

She was simply beautiful – her long blonde hair fell around her bare shoulders, her eyes were heavy and lustful, her lips swollen with the activity a few minutes ago. He breasts were full and round, sloping dramatically below into a flat, slender stomach, which in turn flared out into her hips and toned thighs. She definitely worked out – it showed.

Jon winced as the throbbing between his legs became painful, and he allowed Erin to rip off his shirt and explore his chest and torso with her hands, taking advantage of his momentary cease in action.

They fell together in a heap on the floor, groping and stroking each other fervently, breathing heavily. Jon pinned her beneath him, enjoying the power and control he had over her, and at the same time going crazy with the desire to feel himself within her.

Knowing he shouldn’t get too forceful for fear of hurting and angering her, Jon moved with painstaking calmness. He grit his teeth against the desire to pound into her, and instead positioned himself between her legs slowly and deliberately. By the time he lowered himself over her he was shaking.

He had every intention of entering slowly, but when Erin thrust her hips up impatiently to meet his, Jon lost the last shred of self-control he had. Plunging himself into her, he steadied his arms on the floor next to her shoulders as she grabbed them. She gasped in surprise and tried to catch her breath as he began to drive into her as hard as he could. She whimpered with pleasure as her body instantly responded, and she arched her back, shutting her eyes tight and losing herself.

They moved together as if made for each other – dancing a feral dance that exhausted their energy. When Erin felt the telltale tremors zing through her body and vibrate in her center, she clung more desperately to him, digging her nails into his back. Jon stifled a small cry, and thrust faster, desperate to experience her orgasm.

After a few seconds she found her release, her body tensing violently and relaxing as she screamed his name. Jon groaned loudly as he spilled into her, intensely turned on by the sound of his name on her lips. He stay upright, supported on arms that quickly began to shake as he felt her squeeze him from within, her walls milking him until there was nothing left.

He collapsed into her then, breathing in her musky, sweet scent as her chest heaved. They lay spent for a moment before Jon tenderly pulled out of her and rolled off onto the soft carpet beside her.

“Jesus,” he said aloud. “Erin…holy shit.”

Erin rolled over to face him and laughed. “I guess that answers my question,” she smiled. “Dinner definitely wasn’t enough.”

~

They lay together for a few more minutes before Erin spoke.

“Mmm, I’m hungry,” she mused, gingerly rising from the floor.

Jon laughed. “Are you kidding? We have mind-blowing sex and you think about food?”

Erin looked down at him, her heart jumping at the sight of his rock hard, rigidly toned body lying beneath her on the floor.

“Yeah, well, some things make you work up an appetite,” she smiled and turned toward the kitchen. Now that she had satisfied her craving for him – for now – her seductive skills were back in play, and she touted them mercilessly. It was too much fun to tease him.

Jon sighed amusedly and hoisted himself up off the floor, following her into the kitchen.

“How about some chocolate cake?”

Erin smirked. “I don’t think so, buddy. I need something less rich. Dare I say it…something healthy.”

Jon scrunched up his nose. “Ew. Now why would you want to ruin a perfectly sinful evening with something good?”

Erin opened the fridge and found the package of strawberries she had bought the day before.

“Because,” she answered, handing him the package and retrieving a bowl of whipped cream from the freezer. “Sometimes something so good can be bad.”

Jon growled in the back of his throat as he followed her back into the living room. He was growing hard again already just watching her body sway as she moved, and the thought of what she planned to do with that whipped cream – and what he’d love to do with it – had him nearly seeing double.

She sat back down on the floor, pushing their discarded clothes to the side.

“I take it you like strawberries and cream?” She raised an eyebrow at him questioningly.

“I like cream,” Jon said boldly, throwing her own sarcasm back in her face with a side of seduction.

Erin held his gaze for a second longer before tearing her eyes away. “Well, good, then this should be fun.”

She popped the lid off the whipped cream bowl and opened the package of strawberries, retrieving a fat, juicy berry from the very middle. Dipping it into the thick white whip, she brought it to her lips, parting them slightly before letting her tongue lick away all the cream.

“Mmm,” she said pointedly. “Almost as good as layers of chocolate cake.”

Jon realized he was smirking like an idiot, and decided not to say anything. He wouldn’t let her win. She was trying to pay him back for his torture earlier, but he wouldn’t let her come out on top. He still had a few surprises left in his play strategy.

Erin took the berry into her mouth and softened it with her tongue, relishing in the luscious blend of juice and cream that slowly oozed out. She held Jon’s gaze steadily, and when she swallowed he reached out, gently wiping away a bit of cream from the corner of her mouth. She smiled, then gestured to the food.

“Don’t you want any?”

Again, Jon smirked stupidly.

“I certainly do,” he replied, not leaving her gaze. “Oh, you meant the strawberries?”

Erin rolled her eyes and tsked. “That was lame. You’re fired.”

Jon chuckled. “Am I? All right, I’m done. But you’re not. Lay back.”

Erin raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

Jon grabbed the bowl of whipped cream and moved toward her. “I said, lay back.”

Uncertainly, Erin did as she was told. Jon slowly hovered over her, holding the whipped cream in one hand. He dipped his fingers into the white sweetness and scooped some out, gathering it on her breast.

Erin giggled. “Is that all you got?” she asked teasingly. “Just a cliché act of foreplay?”

“Hey,” Jon stopped and pretended to look hurt. “You brought the strawberries and cream out, remember?”

Erin stopped giggling and tried not to smile. Oh yeah.

Jon continued to gently cover her breasts with the whipped cream until there were two small mounds of white on her chest. Then he reached for the strawberries and delicately placed one in the center of each mound, creating a sexy and picture-perfect scene right out of a Frederick’s catalogue.

Erin watched as he finished his preparation, then inhaled deeply as he looked into her eyes and lowered himself over her, his mouth dipping into the delicious mixture of berry and cream. His tongue scooped up the strawberry and he crushed it in his mouth slowly, savoring the luscious explosion of juice.

Once he finished the strawberry, he slowly continued to lick away the whipped cream, mouthing it with his soft lips. When he reached the bottom, Erin groaned softly as his mouth and tongue softly slid along her breast, licking off the remnants of the cream and teasing her hard again. His lips were so soft, his movements so gentle, she could hardly stand to lay still. Once he finished one breast, he moved on to the other.

“You’re so sexy, you know that?” Erin muttered as she watched him lick away the rest of the cream from her other breast.

Jon looked up at her grinned wickedly. “So I’ve been told.”

An hour later, the strawberries were gone, the whipped cream bowl was nearly empty, and both Jon and Erin were sticky with sugar.

“Holy shit, look at the time,” Erin said in surprise as she glanced at the clock.

Jon grinned. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

“Now where have I heard that before?” Erin winked, rising up off the floor.

“Where are you going?”

“Relax, mister, I’m not giving in. I just want to bring these into the kitchen before we stain my clean carpet.”

Jon smirked. “I think it’s already been stained, baby.”

He followed her into the kitchen and watched as she bent over to put the last of the whipped cream into the freezer.

“Nice ass,” he teased as he came up behind her and swatted her.

“Hey!” she yelped, laughing.

“You really kicked my ass tonight, woman.” Jon pulled her into him, his stomach jumping at the feel of her entire bare body against his.

“I kicked yours?” Erin asked incredulously. “You’re a machine!”

Jon laughed. “Yes, yes I am. But you might just be the end of me.”

“What, don’t tell me you’ve never met your match,” Erin said nonchalantly. “How could you not have?”

Jon cocked his head to one side. “What do you mean?”

“I’m sure you’ve been with many women,” she explained.

Jon shook his head. “That’s a common misconception,” he said softly.

He brought his lips gently to hers and kissed her softly. Erin’s heart skipped several beats – ironically, after the crazy, wild evening of passion they had just shared, that simple kiss was more intense and electrifying than anything else they had done.

They gazed out the kitchen window silently, watching the silent neighborhood. Only one car passed, driving slowly and calmly on the dark street.

Erin leaned into Jon from behind, and he immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him. She smelled like sex and strawberries, and he rested his chin on her shoulder, breathing in the invigorating scent.

They stood in silence for a moment longer before Jon spoke. “Didn’t that car just drive by?”

Erin looked out the window and saw a car coming from the other direction, driving slowly like the first.

“Probably lost,” she muttered, as she took his hand and led him out of the kitchen. “Who cares anyway?”

Jon smiled and surrendered to her, allowing himself to be led up the stairs and into the bedroom.

It had been a night of passion, a night of discovery, a night of new frontiers and intense pleasure. Both Jon and Erin’s minds were wandering, wondering what the hell they were doing, and at the same time, accepting it without question. Neither could deny they hadn’t been brought to such ecstasy in a long, long time. And neither was willing to forego it for the sake of “taking things slow”.

Erin shut the door behind them and closed the curtains before they climbed into bed together. Her body still smelled sweet and enticing, and Jon was only too happy to taste her as they tangled themselves beneath the covers.

Neither of them saw the car pass by a third time.

Friday, November 14, 2008