Ariana had insisted they go to her house in Half-Moon Bay for their house guests - his parents and kids. She was still nervous even though she had already called Cassandra, her long-time neighbor who always looked after the house when she had to go to work and explained exactly what she wanted done. Even went as far as having her stock the house with all the kids' favorites.
That meant catching the red eye after the show last. Which was fine with him. They’d have a normal bed and the soundtrack of the ocean waves lapping at the shore to sing them to sleep. It was a little after two by the time they crawled under the pillowy comforter and not much after they were asleep.
So why in God’s name was he up so early?
Ari curled up asleep on the edge of the bed. That’s why!
His dick twitched as he inched closer and slid his hand over her hip. Just as he expected — bare. She had an ongoing battle with her wardrobe that was becoming quite convenient for him.
“Wakey. Wakey.”
She was slowly gaining awareness as she blinked away a sleepy haze. The warmth of his body, his soft kisses on her neck, his hushed whispers in her ear.
“Go away!" she growled sleepily.
“No can do.” His fingers traced lazy circles down her back.
“Sleep. I want sleep.”
“And I want you." His voice bathed her ear as he nipped on her lobe.
“What else is new?” She bumped him back.
“Don’t tell me you don’t want it as well.”
“Um, no.”
“No...?" his fingers brushed over her hip to her belly, round and round.
Ari bit down on her lip. Every nerve in her body was focused on the barely there brushes of his fingertips.
“Betcha, I know what I’ll find if I...” his fingers brushed the outer edge of her sex. “Mmm-hmm, just what I thought.”
Giggling, she reached up, wrapping her hand behind his neck and leaned into him. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?"
“And you love me.”
“I do.” She moaned into his mouth.
Pulling away from the kiss and giggling like a school kid, he swiftly disappeared under the covers.
“What are you doing?” Ari lifted them up, finding him positioned between her legs.
“Punishment time.”
“Whaaaaat?” She cried as he tickled the inside of her thighs.
“You were a bad, bad groupie. Time for your tongue lashing.”
Ari didn’t have time to respond, as Jon ran his tongue up and down along the outer lips, then blew a slow, cooling breath over them. Calloused fingers spread her wide open, granting him access to what he needed and craved. Hearing her moan, he closed his lips around the little bulb and sucked.
“Jon!” she pleaded in pleasure and dug her heels deeper into the mattress.
Using his elbows, he pressed her thighs down and in quick successions; he licked and sucked repeatedly before swirling his tongue around her opening, dipping just beyond, and moving it along her inner walls.
“This,” Jon whispered against her, “tastes sweeter every time.”
“More.” Her neck arched, her breath coming in shallow pants as Jon’s tongue stroked her and his thumb pressed firmly down on her clit.
One finger slid between her folds, this time her body arched, chasing his finger and the pleasure. “Oh God, please!”
A second finger followed, causing her body to grind against his hand.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she panted in a soft moan.
“And this?” his hand moved, pumping his fingers, once, twice as his lips clamped down, hitting the knot of nerves sending her tumbling from that peak she’d been climbing.
Fisting her hands in his hair, she tugged him upward. As not to crush her with his weight, Jon braced his forearms on either side of her. Smoothing the damp curls away from her face, she looked up at him, her body still quivering from her orgasm.
“Kiss me.” She whispered.
He did what she asked and leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips, never taking their eyes off each other. She could taste herself in his mouth, on his tongue, which begged for entry, and she happily granted.
Curling her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer, letting her legs falling further apart to accept him as he entered her slowly. It felt like home when they were together like this. Him hard and heavy between her thighs, her sheath wrapped tightly around him.
His thrusts slowly and deeply. Their tongues tangled, hot and sweet, neither one fighting for dominance. Together, here... now, going nowhere.
Using her heels to hold him more firmly inside her, she could feel him tensing up, holding back his release, waiting for her. She groaned wordless encouragement into his mouth, and they came together, endlessly, mindlessly.
Jon carefully braced himself on his forearms so not to collapse on top of her. They said nothing; they didn't have to. They just stared at one another wide-eye and bemused until he dropped a peck to her nose and rolled off of her.
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The chime of the doorbell caused her to nervously look around one last time.
“Crash, everything is fine. Trust me. They’re kids, they will not care if the counters are clean.” Jon placed a kiss on her hair and took her hand as they went to the door.
“Your parents will.” She leaned against him as he pulled open the door.
The little blonde-haired, brown-eyed boy leapt into his father's arms. “Daa-dee!” he squealed.
“Hey there.”
Jon caught his rambunctious son, the momentum throwing him off balance as a steady flow of people came through the door, saying their hellos. Carol and John were the last ones through the door, ushering the children inside. After performing a quick head count, Carol went over and embraced Ariana.
“Hello Sweetheart. I hope my darling son isn’t stressing you out too much. I know he would never do such a thing.”
“Ma! Can’t you ever just come in and say hello like a normal family.” Jon quickly responded to his mother.
“You know, normal would be boring. Besides, Ariana and I are on the same team now! We’re gonna gang up on you and the boys.”
A stampede of small children interrupted the debate. "Dad, can we please go look around?”
Slapping a gentle hand on Jon’s shoulder, Ari moved toward them. “Yes. Let me show you around and to your rooms.”
Ariana showed them around her home, explaining that it was once where she and her father lived. She started with the entryway since it was where they were standing. The living room wall devoted entirely to books enamored Stephanie. Not that Ari ever had time to read. Lili had collected them over the years and would give them to her as gifts. The kitchen, the next obvious room, was situated off to the living room, giving the rooms an open view of the ocean. Ari was thankful she had gone ahead with those renovations a few years ago. She now had plenty of room with the large island and sitting area she had put in.
Moving right along, she neglected to show them the master bedroom, instead stating that it was on the main floor while the other bedrooms were upstairs, fully stocked. This pleased Stephanie the most, as she wanted away from her younger siblings. She set off to claim a room and unpack immediately.
After they were all settled in their rooms, it was out to her favorite part of the house. The weather-beaten porch overlooking the ocean. This was why she loved the beach so much. Waking up to the sound of the ocean as a child. The soothing sounds of the waves crashing against the shore.
“Can Jesse and I go play catch now?” Jake asked. His first words other than hello since they arrived.
“Jake. You just got here. Why not hang out for a bit? Maybe later.”
Jake’s disgruntled expression had Ari putting a gentle hand on Jon’s arm. “Let’em go. Tours done. We can sit on the deck and watch from here.”
“Right here.” Jon pointed to the stretch of beach at the end of the property.
“Ari, why don’t you and I go inside and make some drinks and snacks. I’m sure we all could use a bite to eat.” Carol motioned with her hand for Ariana to follow.
Once inside, Carol headed straight for the kitchen like it was her own. “Here Carol, let me do that.”
“Nonsense. You sit right there.” She pointed to one of the bar stools. “And rest.”
Ariana smiled, “I can help, you know?”
“I know. But I want to do this. You have your hands full with enough, you don’t need to be waiting on all of us.”
“Honestly, I don’t mind. It was my idea that you all stay here.” Ari picked at the grapes that were in the bowl. “We’ve been in a hotel so much lately and I wanted this time to be easy on the kids.”
“You mean Jacob?” Carol looked up from what she was doing. “I see how he is and from what little Jon has told me. He’ll be fine. With a little space, he'll come around on his own. He is just like his father, you know?”
“I’m starting to see that. Jon gets so worked up over it, even though I’ve told him not to.”
“Yes, well, Jon gets worked up over a lot he shouldn’t.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“You don’t let him get away with it, I hope?” Carol asked, while she arranged some crackers and cheese on a platter. It amazed Ariana how she moved around her kitchen like it was her own.
Laughing, Ariana simply stated, “No!”
The two women were still laughing when Stephanie came through the French doors.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
“Nothing.” They both responded.
Rolling her eyes, Stephanie popped a grape into her mouth, “Dad said you have a clawfoot tub. I love them. Mind if I take a look?"
“Sure. Carol, are you coming?” Ariana asked.
The three women made their way down the hall to the master bedroom. Opening the door, the large maple fourposter bed drew eyes immediately, but once you looked past the large maple bed with the cream canopy, there was a small sitting area with a bookshelf and a fireplace, and two sets of French doors that both revealed small wonders.
“Wow! That’s a beautiful bed.” Steph said.
“Thanks. I have a thing for antiques.” Ari answered.
“Me too.” The girl replied as she trailed her hand over the matching dresser and full-length mirror.
Opening the French doors that led into the bathroom, Ari revealed the resurfaced claw-footed tub, and a newly tiled rain shower with clear glass doors. A double granite vanity topped all of this, freshly stocked with all the essentials.
“Oh, my!". Carol gasped, “that tub is exquisite.”
“Thank you.”
“Where on earth did you find it?”
“My neighbor, Cassandra. She’s an antique collector and watches the house for me when I’m not here.”
“I so want one a tub like that!” Stephanie exclaimed.
As they returned to the bedroom, Ari pointed to the second set of doors and led them out to a private sitting area on the beach with two Adirondack chairs and a firepit. Though it was mostly secluded, you could still see the main beach where Jon had now joined his sons for catch.
Romeo had caught sight of them and started jumping and waving back at them.
“Brothers.” The young girl huffed.
“Are great to have.” Ari laid a hand on her shoulder. “Now, what do you say we go bring your brothers something to eat?”
“Sure thing.” With that, the three ladies headed back through the house and prepared lunch.
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