27 - I Love A Rainy Night

The sky was dark, thick with thunderclouds, and a slight drizzle had started.  They were on their way back to the room when there was a sudden, deafening rumble of thunder, and the heavens burst. Torrents of rain came pouring down over them. Jon held his suit jacket over their heads to ward off the harsh rainfall as they immediately made their way back to the main building.

Arriving at the rear entrance, he yanked open the door, and they hurried in, drenched to the bone and shivering from head to toe.  Jon dropped the wet jacket to his side as they found their way to the room.  His eyes tracked the sway of her hips as she climbed the stairs to the second floor.  The wet silk of her dress clung to her body, making it virtually translucent.

After fumbling with the key, Ariana managed to open the door. Walking into the dim suite, she shook out her hair, giggling like a carefree child.

Lightning streaked across the sky, lighting up the room for a split second as Jon stood seduced by her beauty, sensual and pure at the same time.

He wanted her.

Two swift strides and he was behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and tugging her close.

"Have I mentioned how sexy you look?" His hands explored her body until he cupped her breasts, her nipples, already hard from the rain had pierced through her dress. "I wanted to fuck you the minute you stepped into the bar." His sultry voice and cred words had her aching for the same thing.

"Mmm..." Resting her head on his shoulder, she reached back and began running her fingers through his hair. "Why didn't you?" she mumbled as she tugged him closer and kissed him, crushing her lips with his. She could still taste the strawberries as their tongues feverishly explored each other.

"We never would have made it to the chopper." he responded when she finally let him up for air.

"And now?" She pressed against his erection.

Jon clutched at her dress with one hand while the other slid down her body. At his touch, her silky panties became as wet as the exquisite silk clinging to her body. "I want to bend you over this couch."

Her sharp intake of air sparked a hunger deep inside of him. He walked them forward, "bend over." he ordered.

Bending at the waist, Ariana propped her arms on the back of the couch. Her skimpy dress rose, exposing the delicate wine-colored stipe nestled between her exposed cheeks. The thunk she heard was Jon's buckle hitting the floor.

"I assume you didn't want these?" he inquired as his middle finger lifted the flimsy material. One quick jolt had the undergarment fall to the floor.

Her sultry dark eyes peered back at him. "Not anymore."

Without warning, he gripped her bare hips, the length of his arousal slammed into her. The couch lurched forward at the force of the jolt. An ecstatic wail pierced the relative silence of the suite, building into an unbridled scream as he began to thrust roughly.

"Yes. Yes. Faster." she panted as she matched him thrust for thurst.

His gasped breaths alternated with hers, and they skyrocketed sweat slicked, the salt mingling with the evaporating rainwater. At the sounds of their skin slapping, he could feel the tingling in his lower spine, knowing he was close. "Ari, are you close?"

"Yes!"

"Then come!" With a yell, he could feel her pussy tighten around his cock.

"Oh. God... Ariii..." he cried as he seized, collapsing against her back. Releasing his grip, he brought his arms around her waist, clutching her. "Damn Crash. The things you do to me."

They remained like that for a moment, trying to catch their breath. Ariana could recall the number of times they had sex where his desire for her was more, that he needed to take and she let him.

"Ugh..." she moaned as her knees weakened. "I need to get up."

"Sorry." Straightening himself first, he helped her up and zippered up his jeans.

"For what?" She lifted her shoulders in a circular motion, working out the knots.

"Your backache."

"Totally worth it." She relaxed against the back of the couch to remove her shoes and rub the soles of her feet one at a time.

His hands supporting him, Jon leaned back against the couch, bumping her shoulder with his. "What do you say we move this party into the bedroom?"

"I say the party's over, I'm beat."

"Sleep it is." He hooked his arm around her neck and pressed a kiss to her cheek as they headed to bed.

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Ariana was in the middle of the best dream, Mmm... chocolate chip pancakes and maple syrup, my favorite, when she felt the bed dip. "Nooo ..." She rubbed her nose with the back of her hand. When she eventually opened her eyes, she saw Jon, his hand tucked under the pillow as she watched her.

"Morning, sleepyhead."

"You're dressed already? What time is it? She rubbed her eyes this time.

"About ten," he replied.

"That's it. Why are you up so early?" She shifted closer, so they were sharing the same pillow.

"Jeanie called, there's been a change in plans. It's still raining, so no helicopter. We will need to fly back."

"Ahh. I was having the best dream about chocolate chip pancakes. It was almost real."

Jon laughed.

"What?"

"Baby, it was real. Room service just delivered breakfast." His finger lazily traced circles on her exposed shoulder. "Crash, about last night..."

"Uh-huh," she held a finger to his lips. "Last night was beautiful. Every single moment."

He grazed the pad of her finger. "It's just..."

She interrupted him again, with her hips this time. "We're good. I'm good. Honest. Now, can we please eat? I'm starving." She shooed him off the bed.

"Okay... okay." He hopped off the bed to fix her a plate. "I know better than to get between you and your food."

"Hey, Jon. I have no clothes." Wrapping the sheet around her, she got out of bed.

"Your bag is on the bench in the bathroom, but the sheet gets my vote." He gathered their plates and joined her at the little table by the window.

"Yeah, yeah of course it does." she declared as she grabbed the plate from him. "So, what time do we leave?"

"The car will be here in an hour. Should get us back at the St. James by two. That gives us ample time to get ready and grab a late lunch before we head to Petit Soho."

"Sounds good to me," she mumbled between bites.

When they were done, Ariana went to dress. It was still raining pretty heavily, so Jon called to check on the car. They were expected to take off on time, which was perfect. He would hate to have her miss tonight after she'd been looking forward to it. Jon was putting the last of his things in his bag when she came into the room.

"Gimme." She reached for the dress shirt he wore last night. "I'm a little chilly."

"It's a little wrinkled." He gave it a firm shake.

"S'okay. I'll wear it like this." Ariana pulled the tank-top she was wearing over her head and tossed it in his bag. She slipped into Jon's shirt with ease, buttoning a few of the middle buttons before she tied the two tails of the shirt in a knot. "See." she rolled the sleeves. "Viola."

He picked up their bags and followed her to the door. "Wait a second," he stated, as she was about to open the door. He maneuvered both bags to one hand, and with the other drew her in for a kiss.

"Now I'm ready." He smiled and pulled open the door for her.

"Same." She ran her thumb across his lips to remove the remnants of her lipstick.

Ariana didn't need an explanation for the kiss, she knew why. It still made her stomach flutter.