46 - The Way You Make Me Feel

Realizing it was Jon between her legs, she began to throw a witty retort his way but before she could, he began his ministrations again.  Gasping loudly, Ariana slumped back onto the bed as she stiffened beneath him.  Each time he’d bring her close to the edge...then stop.  Part of her wanted him to end her aching need, the other was curious to what he had planned next.

A gasp of air escaped her as he spread her swollen lips and ran his tongue oh-so-slowly over her clit, working the quivering nub until she writhed in ecstasy.  Holding her legs still he probed at her empty opening, then began to fuck her with his tongue.

 

God!  The things that man made her feel.

 

When he blew a warm breath over her pussy she had all that she could take.  Pushing herself up on her elbows she grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled him up.

 

“FUCK!  ME!  NOW!

 

His lips slick with her juices, he ran his tongue over them, then with one hard thrust Jon slid deep inside her causing her eyes to widen.  With a devilish grin he pulled out.

 

Ariana dug her heels into his ass and pulled him closer; she clenched her muscles tighter and began to buck her hips.

 

Two can play at this game.

 

Jon fell forward, planting a palm on each side of her head, locking his arms, he arched his back and extracted himself from her.  He wasn’t about to let her win this battle, he wanted control.

 

Looking down at her he cocked an eyebrow letting her know he’d be the one driving this train.  A few quick shallow thrusts then he filled her till he was balls deep inside her.  Their bodies slick with sweat, he’d repeated the rhythm; quick...quick...slam until he couldn’t take it anymore and filled her with his cream.

 

Ariana cried out his name as the mind-blowing orgasm ripped through her.

 

Shaky arms held his weight as he kissed the crook of her neck.  “Yep.  The real thing is definitely better.”

 

“You had doubts?”  Breathless, she panted into his ear.

 

“Abso-fucking-lutely not!”  His arms gave way and he toppled on top of her.

 

“Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing here?”  She nudged him off of her.

 

With not much room on the bed Jon rolled off her bringing her with him.  She snuggled close to his chest and draped her leg over his thigh.

 

“I don’t know really.  One minute I was in the shower whacking the weasel and the next I was sniffin’ your panties.  Before I knew it, I was in my car heading to the airport.”

 

Propping her chin on his chest she looked up at him.  “Whacking the weasel?”

 

“Uh-huh.  I had a hard-on from hell when I woke up and you weren’t around to help.”

 

“Oh, so now it’s my fault?”  Her fingers played with the soft patch of fur on his chest.

 

A playful ‘slap’ landed on her ass.  “Damn straight it is.”

 

“Hey.”  She flicked his nipple.

 

Jon pushed himself off the pillows.  “I can leave if you want.”

 

“No!”  With her palm pressed into his chest she gently eased him back down.

 

“Didn’t think so.”  His hands played helplessly with her hair.  “So, tell me what had you screaming my name in your sleep?”

 

“I was not.”  She declared in a matter of fact manner.

 

“Oooh, but you were.  I believe your exact words were, Oh. God. Yes. Jon.”  Thrashing his head from side to side he mocked her.

 

“Oh that.”  She shrugged her shoulders.  “That wasn’t your name, that was Johnny Depp’s.”

 

“You’re shittin’ me, right?”  He looked down his nose at her.

 

“I shit you not.”  Ariana rose and straddled his thighs.  Her hands splayed up over his tight abs and across his broad shoulders.  “You see, every girl has a thing for pirates and there is no better pirate than Captain Jack Sparrow.”

 

Thick wide palms landed hard on her ass causing her to fall forward.  “So, you have a thing for captains, do ya?”

 

“Mmm mmm.”  Ariana purred with a roll of her hips as she slid her hands up into his hair.

 

He yanked her closer till their lips were mere inches apart each one waiting to see who made the first move.  Without taking her eyes off his she kissed him.  An invitation he took, but let her control.  The kiss was gentle and lingered while her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

 

Ariana tugged on his bottom lip as she broke the kiss and shimmied down his body and took her place between his knees.  She watched him as she leaned forward, her lips gently brushing the tip, making him wish for just a little bit more.

 

Resting her hands on his thighs, her thumbs rubbing his balls, she began to tease him.  Alternating between gently licking his balls and his head.  With every lick his cock hardened more and more.  Applying the slightest amount of pressure, she wrapped her lips around his shaft causing a droplet of precum to hit her tongue.

 

“I love the way you taste.”  Her warm breath vibrated against him.

 

“Jee-sus. Your mouth...” Jon pulled his fingers through her hair “... fucking unbelievable.”  

 

He tugged harder when she moved one hand under his sack and began to squeeze.

 

Her hands moved with her as she bobbed up and down the length, swirling her tongue over the thrumming vein, while her hands continued to work his balls.  She knew he was close when she heard the guttural moan that started deep within his tightened stomach.

 

“Fuck.  Crash.”

 

Increasing her speed, she continued to work his balls until he coated her throat with his hot juices.

 

Spent and too tired to move, Ariana dropped a kiss on his thigh before she laid her head down.  Sounds of his heavy breathing slowly faded as they laid in silence.

 

“Jon, why are you really here?”

 

“I missed you.”  He thought about going the witty route but changed his mind.

 

“It was your name I was screaming.”  Her fingers massaged that sensitive spot just behind his knee.  “I was dreaming of us making love on my deck in California.  The night you sang...”

 

“Open All Night.”  He completed her thought.

 

“How’d you know?”  Her voice started to sound sleepy.

 

“I won’t ever forget that night.”

 

At her lack of a response Jon looked down only to find that she had fallen asleep.  Gently lifting her head, he slid his leg out from under her and moved her up the bed and curled her into his arms.  She didn’t stir except for a small, contented sigh before curling closer to him.

 

“I love you Crash,” Jon whispered into her hair.

 

♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱

 

 The bright sunlight streaming through the blinds woke her, listening closely she heard Jon’s voice.  She couldn’t make out what he was saying, but from his tone she knew he wasn’t happy.  She knew something was bothering him, she always knew.  He had certain little tells, ones she was sure even he didn’t realize he had.  A few of them made an appearance last night, the biggest, his sudden trip.  Grabbing her yoga pants and a tank-top from the floor she set out to find him.

 

“I don’t give a fuck! She could have the New York and New Jersey houses and we can share the Hamptons, but I want access to the Sanctuary and the Inn.  The kids already have trust funds set up, give her one too.  I’ll continue to support her for the rest of her life, but, she is not, do you hear me not getting half.  Do I make myself clear?”  Jon paced back and forth in the living room.  “And another thing, I’ll keep my relationship with Ariana quiet until the tour starts and that’s it.  If she doesn’t like that, let her take me to court.”

 

Turning when he heard Ari clearing her throat Jon raised one finger motioning for her to give him a minute.

 

“Have the papers drawn up and sent to Jersey today.  I am going to see the kids tomorrow and will give them to her then.”

 

Tossing his phone on the couch, Jon adjusted the straps of her top and kissed her.

 

“I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t wake you, with all that?”

 

“Nah.”  She took his hand and lead him to the couch.  “Everything okay?

“I take it you heard?”

 

Facing each other as they sat, she took his hand in hers, while he just stared out the window.

 

“Jon, I want you to listen to me.  I’m not going to tell you what to do, I know better, but I will tell you that I am not going anywhere.  Promise.  If we need to wait, so be it.”

 

“That’s just it.  I don’t want to wait.  We’ve waited long enough.  You asked me why I came here.  I miss you.  I missed having you in my bed, falling asleep with you in my arms, waking up with your warm body next to mine.”

 

He moved closer to her.

 

“Ari, I want you on tour with me.  I need you there.  It doesn’t matter to me if you work or not, I just know I can’t go on the road not knowing when I will see you again.”

 

Jon stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckles.  “Please, say yes.”

 

His brilliant blue eyes pleaded with her.  He was scared.  Scared she would change her mind, like she had in the past, but she wouldn’t, not this time.  It was her turn to be there for him like he had always been there for her.  She knew what she needed to do.

 

His morning stubble scratched her palms as she cupped his face.  “If that is what you need from me, then yes.  I will come with you.”