“Welcome to Monday Madness!” Max shouted as she ran past him for the fiftieth time.
They had been running non-stop for the last three hours, and her feet could attest to that. She was shocked she was still going. It had been after 3 a.m. when Jon woke her with his late-night-drunk-dialing-long-distance booty call, as he put it. Even in his drunkenness he knew just the right words that would make her do just about anything.
From the minute she heard his voice she knew she would say yes. She missed him just as much, but she loved to tease him. He was begging and pleading, and when she was about to grant him his little request, the line went silent. At first, she thought he had dropped the phone since he had already done that a couple of times, but then she realized he had passed out cold in mid-sentence.
She had tried to go back to sleep, but couldn’t. Every time she closed her eyes, he was there doing all the naughty things he said he wanted to do to her. He stirred a need in her, a need she fought with for most of the day, no matter what she did. A long run around Lafontaine Park, organizing her clothes. She even tried doing something she loathed; shopping on Mont-Royal Avenue.
Nothing helped. Even now, in this crowded room, her clit pulsed against her dampened panties remembering their conversation. The minute Max didn’t need her any more, she would go upstairs and scratch the itch that left her hot and bothered.
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Ariana crawled up the length of her bed and plopped down, her head sinking into the snuggly softness of her new pillows and she buried her face under their matching comforter. They were just some of the items she splurged on today. When she set out on her little shopping adventure this morning, her intention was to buy a new mattress, but she stumbled upon the quaint little antique store on the Avenue and fell in love with a nineteenth-century, cherry colored four-post bedroom set. She didn’t hesitate when the saleswoman approached her offering her assistance. The larger items would be delivered in a few days, so in the meantime she could enjoy the linens.
Goose down now that was the only way to go as far as she was concerned. It was like sleeping on mounds of fluffy clouds. She loved to wrap herself up in a cocoon, sorta like she was now. Rolling on her side she glanced at the clock... 2:47 a.m.
What a surprise. Isn’t this how I started my day? Lying in bed thinking of Jon?
It was too late to call him. He had left a message earlier thanking her for such a thoughtful gift, but after thoroughly following her direction, it was not quite the same as the real thing.
Ariana wondered if this is how it would be during the tour, their constant want and desire for each other. Though it wasn't the first tour she hadn't worked, it would be the first where they were officially together. Rather than fighting her slowly closing eyelids, she let herself succumb to both the sleep she most definitely needed and, hopefully, to dreamland.
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It was a beautiful clear night. The moon was full, and its brightness reflected off the ocean as the waves crashed against the shore. They had a quiet dinner on the deck, a little music, a little wine. They even danced.
Ari was putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher when Jon crept up behind her, wrapping his hands around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. He told her to leave the rest and come sit outside. He had something he wanted her to hear.
Kissing her neck, he released her and disappeared into the living room.
He’d often played for her whenever she’d ask or if he was working on something and wanted her opinion. When he appeared at the door, he was carrying his guitar. Taking a seat on the chair next to her, he rested the guitar in his lap and placed one hand around the neck, while the other plucked a few chords. Without saying a word, he began.
His eyes concentrated intently on his fingers until he reached the chorus. Slowly he lifted his head, his brilliant blues eyes looking deeply into hers. That’s when she realized this was for her.
Baby, I don't want to fall in love with you
I try, try, try but I can't get around the truth
Please don't say my name, give this heart a break
I don't want to make the same mistakes, it's too late
I'll leave on the light
These arms are open all night
She felt every word as they rolled off his lips. It wasn’t the first song he had written for her, but the feelings were always the same, as if it was. A smile grew from one corner of his mouth to the other.
I got your taste in the back of my mouth
I want to reach in and pull it out
And I'd be lying if I didn't say
When you're this close I'm afraid
The way I'll feel if I touch your hair
The way I'll miss you when you're not there
And that I'll see you when I close my eyes
It's too late, I've crossed that line
And It breaks, it aches, it takes your breath away
I'll still be around come closing time
His words and the feelings they were invoking took all she had to stop herself from crying. This time when he sang the chorus his voice was a little more rugged.
I don't want to fall in love with you
I try, try, try but I can’t get around the truth
Please don't say my name, give this heart a break
I don't want to make the same mistake but it's too late
I'll leave on the light
These arms are open all night
The last three words tugged on her heart.
Save me, baby
Jon was on her before she could blink away her tears. His mouth was assaulting hers, their tongues invading each other’s mouths. It wasn’t rough, it was more of an urgency. They kissed like that for what seemed like hours, but it was mere minutes before he pulled away and looked down at her.
He straddled her thighs and unbuttoned her sundress. Pushing it open, he exposed her bare breasts and yellow satin panties. She was about to say something but he silenced her by placing his index finger over her lips. The calloused tip caused her skin to prickle. As if he sensed what it did to her, he began to run his finger down her neck, into the valley of her breasts. His touch was soft, but torturous.
He continued as he traced around her areola, then to her nipple. She tried to arch into his touch but he placed his hand on her belly and gently pushed her down. He flicked and pinched till her nipple hardened, then he moved on to its twin, repeating the same slow, treacherous torture.
But he wasn’t done there. In a slow ‘S’ like motion, he traced his finger down her abdomen stopping at her navel, where he drew little circles around her skull belly ring. Bending to pepper it with wet kisses, his tongue dipped into her navel then moved over to her tattoo, his tongue tracing it’s outline before nipping at it. Feeling the dampness pool between her legs, she tried to rub her legs together but couldn’t because of his weight on them.
She was pretty sure she mumbled something incoherent, because she heard him laughing then she felt his fingers slip beneath her panties and into her folds. While his thumb worked her swollen nub, he slid one, then two fingers into her slick sex. He pumped in, out, curling his fingers so he hit that spot he knew drove her crazy. She felt her walls begin to clench.
Oh. God. Yesssss. Jon.
“That’s it, baby come for me.”
Ariana’s eyes flew open, and looked for the source of the voice that had interrupted her dream.
“JON! What are you doing here?”
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