112 - After We Make Love

Flattening her hands over her dress, Ariana took a moment to think about how she would answer the young girl’s question. Clearing her throat, she looked down at Stephanie, “I’ve worked for your father for many years.”

 

“I know that already, but how long have you known him.”

 

“Stephanie Rose, she just answered you.” Carol interjected. “If she worked for your father for many years, she would have had to know him just as long too.”

 

“But...” Stephanie opened her mouth to answer her grandmother.

 

“No, buts. It’s the same answer. Now stop badgering Ariana.”

 

Furrowing her brow in frustration, Stephanie decided she wouldn’t push the issue now, but later she’d ask her father. There was obviously more to the story. A lot more. 

 

Ariana gave Carol a tight smile and excused herself. Once she made it through the crowd and backstage, she headed for the solitude of Jon’s dressing room. Falling backwards against the closed door, she let out a sigh. She was grateful that Carol had shown up when she did and derailed her granddaughter. For now, at least. There was no doubt in her mind now that she needed to talk to Jon about this again.  

 

Rummaging through her bag, which sat on the glass top coffee table, Ari pulled out her phone, kicked off her shoes and plopped down onto the couch.  

 

A few games of angry birds, then I’ll go back out there.

 

She could hear Jon thanking the crowd as she hurried down the corridor as fast as her four-inch heels would let her. As she approached the underground, everyone had already gathered and was waiting for the band to come off stage. Had she really missed the entire second half of the show? Hopefully, nothing too important happened. Like the entire arena singing happy birthday, she’d hate to explain why she left in front of all these people.  

 

Ari joined her waiting group of friends and family just as Richie descended from the steps. He pulled a very surprised Andi into his arms, spun her around a few times before planting a wet one smack dab on her lips. Dawn waited for Jon, who was right behind Richie, with a fresh towel and shirt. There were high fives and accolades all around. Matt arrived with Vince and a few others to usher them out to the waiting caravan of black vans. There would be no waiting around tonight. Jon wanted to waste no time in getting back to LA.

 

Once at the airport, Romeo insisted that Jon be the first up the steps and onto the plane. Pushing his father playfully up the stairs, a smiling Vicky greeted Jon.

 

“Sorry,” she shrugged. “It wasn’t my idea.”

 

Not sure what she was talking about, Jon gave her a baleful stare as Romeo pushed him further into the plane. Once inside, he understood more. They decorated the plane with streamers and signs. There were handmade ones from his kids which read Happy Birthday Daddy and We love you. Along with the generic store-bought ones stating, Over the Hill and Old Man.  

 

“Surrrrrpriiiise!!!!!” the little boy screeched.

 

“Was this your idea?” Jon pointed to Ariana, who was kneeling on the seat.

 

“Nope. It was all Romeo’s.”  

 

“Even those?” He pointed to the generic ones.

 

“Nope, those were mine,” Matt slapped his brother’s shoulder, “Now let’s get this bird in the air. I want some cake!”

 

Jon shook his head and laughed as everyone prepared for takeoff. Vicky rested a hand on her boss’ shoulder, “I’ll bring you that glass of wine before we takeoff.”

 

“Thank you!”

 

As promised, once wheels were up, Vicky rolled out the birthday cake. There was another chorus of ‘Happy Birthday’ along with the jokes regarding the FAA regulation handbook, section five, article 9.5, that under no circumstances were there to be THAT many candles on one cake. Of course, none of which were lit.

 

For the rest of the flight, the drinks and laughter were plentiful. There were a few gifts exchanged, as well as stories from a proud mother. All and all, it was one birthday he would cherish the memories for a long time and before long they were once again sitting in the back of a van heading to the hotel.

 

♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱

 

After saying goodnight and promising his kids that he would meet them for a late morning breakfast, Jon placed his hand at the small of her back as he ushered Ariana out of the elevator and down the quiet hall to their room. 

 

The door had barely clicked closed, and he had her pushed up against the wall, pawing and fumbling at her dress like some horny teenager about to get his first piece of ass. He worked her dress up over her head, knocking free the hair clip that held her long, bouncy curls. His breath hitched at the sight of her standing in front of him in nothing but a sheer white bra and her heels.  

 

“Ms. Moretti, your panties are missing again.” One heavy boot hit the floor, then the next.

 

“Oops!” She smiled sweetly. “I must have left them in the plane’s bathroom.”

 

“Fuck me!” he whispered naughtily while tracing his finger over her overflowing breast. “I want to do so many naughty things to you, I don’t know where to start.”

 

Cupping her breasts, Ariana offered them up. “You should start right here.”

 

Like a kid being with his favorite toy, Jon’s eyes grew wide. “Really?”

 

“Um hmm.”

 

Jon’s hands replaced hers as she reached behind her to free herself from the simple garment. Enjoying the weight of her swollen breasts, but not wanting to hurt her, he softly kneaded the two globes before gently caressing her sensitive, distended nipples. Torn between the pain and arousal from his touch, she bit her lip and let her head fall back, hitting the wall.

 

“If I’m hurting you, I’ll stop.” He lifted his head.

 

“Yes! No! I mean... don’t stop!” She combed her fingers in his hair and guided his head back into the valley of her breasts. Where he continued to massage, nip, and suck until she writhed and screamed for him to stop.

 

Jon let out a soft growl, planted a soft kiss on her warm skin, and pulled away from her. Eyes closed, back arched in pleasure, her skin flushed with arousal. He could’ve taken her right there, but rough sex against the wall wouldn't be good on her back.

 

Unzipping his pants, he pushed them down and stepped out of them. Taking her hand, he led them to the nearby chair and sat down. Looking up at her naked form, Jon rubbed his hand over Ariana's pregnant stomach as she straddled him.

 

“I love you.” he said.

 

“I know.” She stroked him and rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit.

 

“Crash!”  

 

Lowering herself onto him, a moan erupted from her lips like no other. The way he filled her, stretched her. It had never felt so good. Enjoying the sensation, she slowly rotated her hips. Right at first, then left, and before long, Jon matched her movement with slow and steady thrusts.

 

One hand on her hip, he let the other reach for her breast, rubbing his calloused thumb over the taut nipple before taking it into his mouth. Ariana fell forward and quickened her rotation.

 

“Baby, I can’t wait.” he groaned against her skin.

 

“Almost there.” She hissed, reaching for his hand, and bringing it between the two of them. “Mmm... harder.”  

 

Changing the movement of her hips from side to side, to back and forth, he felt her walls clench around him. He found the swollen bundle of nerves above where they were joined and as he continued to thrust, he pushed his thumb against it, causing Ariana to let out an almost feline like yowl and sink her teeth into the soft spot where his shoulder met his neck. Thrusting up once, twice, he joined her on the other side of paradise. 

 

♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱

 

Cuddling next to him, they both felt the immediate kicks against her belly. “Looks like we woke the bambina.”

 

“Maybe she didn’t like you poking her in the head?” Ari teased.

 

“God, that’s wrong!” Rubbing his hand over her belly.

 

“I know what she’s doing, she is waving happy birthday daddy.” As he bent to kiss her stomach, another kick greeted him. “What’s that? Ah! I see... Well, let me see what I can do.” He placed another kiss. “Be right back.”

 

“You know how goofy you look, sitting here naked, sex rumpled hair, talking to my stomach.”

 

“This is important stuff we are talking about. I don’t think she’ll mind what I look like. Speaking of....’’ he nodded at her belly. “Lil Bambina here doesn’t like that we call her ‘she’. She wants to know if we have chosen a name?”

 

“Hey that reminds me.” Kicking off her shoes she leapt from his lap and took off running into the other room. When she returned, she held a little square box with a red ribbon tied around it in her hand.

 

Sitting on the chair's arm, she placed her feet on his thigh. “Before you open this, I want you to know that if you don’t like it, we can change it. It’s just something...” She brushed a strand of his hair off his brow. “Well, since we found out we were having a girl - just feels right.” She handed him the gift. “Happy Birthday Jonny.”

 

“But.. What does this have to do with...”

 

Giving him her typical eye roll, she sighed. “Just open it. You’ll see.”

 

Jon pulled on the ribbon, causing the bow to fall open. He dragged it across her bare thigh and left it there, then opened the little black box. He felt the single tear form at the corner of his eye. It was the most perfect birthday present. Without removing the round metal charm, he gently grabbed her waist and pulled her down into his lap. Resting his head against her chest, he whispered, 

 

“Hiya, Lily.”