7 - Tequila Sunrise

Ariana woke up to the annoying hammering in her head, and her mouth tasting like she gargled with a dead possum.  Was this her divine punishment for trying to forget the events of the last couple of days?  

Well, if it was, so be it.  She’d do it again – but not until after a trip to the bathroom. 

Her attempts to move were useless.  The dead weight of one very masculine arm was pinning her to the mattress.

Jon.  He came for me.  It wasn’t a dream.

Neither was the insistence of both her hangover and her bladder.  She tried lifting his wrist to free herself, but when she did, he only squeezed tighter.

"Going somewhere?" he mumbled. 

"Bathroom!  I need to turn off the jackhammer in my head.” 

A whispered kiss dusted the back of her neck, and his grip loosened. "Hurry back."

Ever so slowly, she eased her head off the pillow and feet to the floor, where she paused.  If she didn’t take a moment to let herself to adjust to the new position, she would fall flat on her face before she took the first step. 

Her head and stomach didn’t get any better, but they didn’t get any worse either.  Calling it a win, she carefully stumbled in the direction of the bathroom, the hard floor indicating that she’d reached her destination. 

Ariana cringed when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and turned away from the pathetic sight to grab her toiletry bag.   Rummaging inside, she finally located the makings for what she liked to call an Excedrin breakfast.  Popping the cap off the pain relievers, she shook the bottle until three little pills were in her hand.  

She threw back her head and swallowed them, trying to remember the last time she needed to have one of these.  It had been long enough to make her forget how bad they sucked. 

After a quick brush of her teeth, she pulled her hair up and made her way back to the bedroom.

Jon laid in the same position as when she left, so she slid gently slid under the covers in an effort to not wake him.  Ariana had always loved to watch him sleep because he usually looked so peaceful, but the dark circles and puffiness under his eyes stole away the peacefulness this morning. 

Tenderly brushing a strand of caramel-colored hair out of that tired face, she continued her exploration by delicately tracing a finger down his sun-kissed cheek.  She traced along the prominent bone there on her way toward the finely set line of his jaw and across the chin that was covered with scruff. 

It fascinated her that handsomeness had so many different textures, and she appreciated each one on the way to her final destination – his lips.  Sumptuous, honeyed lips that, when indulgently savored, could make her almost forget anything and everything.

                                                                                                     
One sleepy eye cracked open to peer at her as Jon placed a delicate kiss on her finger.

“Mornin’.”

“Hey there.”

They looked at each other without speaking.  They didn’t have to.  Their eyes said everything, and there was sympathy in the sea of deep blue watching her. 

Jon was drowning in another sea – the one of sadness he saw in Ariana’s eyes.  Lifting his hand to gently brush the side of her face, he guided her closer until their lips met in a softly intimate kiss that might even hold a tinge of apology.  Time stood still as they reacquainted themselves with the familiarity that history brought them, but it didn’t stay still long enough. 

He was compelled to break the kiss so that he could look into the eyes that were like puddles of water.  So clear that he could see into her soul and know that it was taking all her willpower to hide the forming tears from him. 

She finally gave up and hid them behind closed lids. 

“Baby, look at me.  Do you wanna tell me what happened last night?”

“No!”

“I think we should, considering the state I found you in.”

She could feel her tears swelling again and cursed to herself.  She didn’t want his pity now; all she wanted was for him to hold her.  To love her. 

“Jonny, if you want to help me, make love to me. Please... love me until the hurt is gone.”

The sadness in that “Jonny” told him that lingering would only prolong the pain.  He needed to move on, and so he lifted a hand to gently pull her dark chocolate locks from their ponytail.  When they fanned freely across her shoulders, he eased those shoulders back to touch the mattress so she was lying next to him. 

Eyes closed, she inhaled deeply in an attempt to control the overwhelming swirl of emotions.

Jon pushed himself up to straddle her thighs and lightly cuffed both wrists in one hand, lifting them over her head.  They sank into the downiness of the pillow while he sank into the downiness of her.  A trail of feathered kissed trailed along the exquisite curve of her shoulder, and his tongue brushed the delicate spot where her neck and clavicle connected.   

“I love you Ari. God, I love you!” he whispered across shivering skin without ceasing the titillating torture of his mouth.

It continued to sample the flavor of her skin while Jon’s free hand roamed toward her breast.  When it found its intended target, he used a fingertip to draw little circles over the hard peaks that were barely hidden by her tank top.  It only took two rotations before a breathy moan escaped her lips. 

“That’s it.  Let it go baby.”

His tongue licked straight down the squirming torso beneath him, slipping past her belly button to be stopped by the band of her boy-shorts.  Freeing her from them, Jon dragged a calloused finger over the faded ink that was now visible. 

Remembering exactly when and why she had gotten it, his heart swelled as tender teeth scraped across the intertwined words “you” and “me”. 

Ariana’s thigh pulsed along with the hard cock pressed against it, and working a hand free from his grip, she slipped it down to the denim-covered bulge.  The first stroke of fingertips across the straining fly earned her a throaty growl, and Jon lightly recaptured the naughty hand. 

“Not yet,” he chided into her eyes before moving sliding to her side and propping himself.  It had been too long.  He wanted to savor it for just a second. 

With her hair spread out on the pillow and eyes closed, she was the personification of a lyric he’d recently recorded – tragic and beautiful.   It made him ache in both the best and worst ways, until he needed to ease it.

“Open your legs for me, baby.” 

Ariana did as he asked, and Jon ran a hand over the soft curls that were now exposed.  They made him thirsty.  It would be so tempting to quench that thirst, but he willed himself not to.  This was about her and the pleasure she’d asked for.  What she needed. 

Her wetness told him she was ready, and he inserted one finger, then another.  Both moved in and out until she whimpered and began to buck against the palm of his hand.

“Oooh. Jon, please! I want you inside me!”

“Ari, come for me first.  Then I promise I’ll make love to you.”

Without waiting for her agreement, Jon pumped harder and stroked a thumb over the taut bud of her clit.  Desire dripped coating his hand, and silky muscles rippled around his fingers. 

She was close, and with a whispery breath and whiskey voice, he gave her the push she needed...

“Let it go!”

An electric shock stiffened her limbs and stole her breath as it coursed through her body, leaving Ariana quivering and gasping in its wake.  Rather than chasing away the tears, unexpected and almost unwilling worship was creating new ones.   One would think the crying would create a craving for tenderness, but the tears only made her feel carnally needy. 

Carnally greedy. 

Feverishly pushing his hand away, she sat up and commanded, “Clothes off.  NOW!”   

Responding to the heated arousal in her eyes, Jon laid back to push the cumbersome jeans over his hips.  With a sin-sational smile on her face, she swung a leg over his thighs and seated herself on the tip of his engorged cock.

“Now, you’ll get inside me!”

On those words, harsh fingers dug into her hips, steadying them to accept his sharp, upward thrust.  The fierce impact of connection had them both taking sharp breaths and then… they were motionless.  For a precious instant, they were utterly paralyzed by how well they fit together.  Neither said it, but they both knew they’d just returned… home. 

Her hips gradually found movement, dancing to a deliberately agonizing rhythm as she rode him. 

“God, Ari you feel so good!"  

He pulled her closer for a kiss, and their tongues twined together.  All he could think was that she tasted like passion.  Rough and demanding.  Uncontrollable.  She made him lose control, and he wanted to watch her beautiful body respond to him. 

Jon flipped their positions so that she was under him. 

Holding on to her thigh, he came out almost all the way before stopping… and then slamming into her hotness.  He increased the tempo with each stroke until he couldn’t restrain himself anymore.

“Baby, open your eyes and look at me.”

Her eyes popped instantly open, locking on his as she demanded, “Now! Jon, take me now!”

One last thrust had them both falling over that blissful edge, screaming out each other’s name.