129 - Slow Hand

“I’d thought he’d never leave.” he said as he turned the deadbolt on the bar door.

“Oh c’mon. He’s happy for us and wanted to celebrate.”  

“It’s three a.m.! He had enough time to be happy.” He walked throughout the room, looking for her. “Where d'ya go?”  

 

“Back here.”

 

He followed the sound of her voice towards the kitchen, where he found her bent over with her head inside one of the kitchen's refrigerators. Leaning back against the dishwasher, he cocked his head to the side and traced his eyes up her knee-high leather boots, up the back of her thighs. Legs clad in skintight, whatever you call them, showing off the plumpness of her ass.  

 

“Mmm... mmm... mmm.” he said, admiring her ass bounce as she moved to the music playing overhead.

 

“You gonna just stand there and ogle my ass, or are you gonna help?” she asked, not picking her head up. “Hand me those trays?”

 

Ignoring her question, Jon slid up behind her. Running his palm over the smoothness of her ass, he gave a squeeze. “I wanna do more than ogle!”

 

“Yeah, well, if I don’t put this food away, Gabriel will have a coronary.”

 

“Gabriel. Shmabriel.” Jon joked as he watched her put the remaining aluminum trays away. There was no way he was touching those trays. He knew all too well how Gabriel felt about his kitchen before, now that it was brand new and sparkly, he could only imagine. When the last tray was tucked neatly in its place, Ariana shut the refrigerator door. Resting a shoulder against it, she tapped the tip of his nose.

 

“You know I’m right.”  

 

Jon didn’t give her a chance to answer as he pushed her up against the steel box. His lips hungrily eating at her, nibbling and tugging until they parted, then taunting and teasing until she opened wider and let him in. Wedging his foot between hers, he nudged her legs apart, his knee coming up to rest high between them. Ariana moaned her satisfaction into his mouth as his hand slid down over her hips to cup the back of her thigh.

 

His kiss consumed her, and she knew if she didn’t catch her breath soon, she’d pass out from lack of oxygen. Tugging his hair at the nape of his neck, she turned her head, causing his mouth to shift from her lips to her neck. Nibbling, he drew the flesh hard between his teeth in a rough love bite.

 

Ariana felt her eyes roll back beneath her closed lids. She was aroused by what he was doing. Hitching her leg up and around his hips, she pressed her overly stressed nerves against his thighs. “Jon, please!” she begged.

 

Immediately, his hand reached for the hem of her sweater, pulling it over her head, and threw it off to the side. Reaching behind her, he unclasped the white satin bra and, in one simple move, he pulled it off. The glint in his eyes when they landed on her bare breasts was all the warning he gave her before his mouth closed over her right nipple. She winced, both from pleasure and pain, as his blunt teeth nipped at the sensitive nub. His free hand closed around the other breast, kneading first, then pulling at her erect nipple with calloused fingers.

 

Ari growled in frustration when he pulled away and knelt before her and pulled on the heel of her boots until they joined the pile of already discarded clothes. Sliding his hands up the inner surface of her thighs, Jon hooked his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and slid them down her legs, exposing her matching white satin panties.   

 

Using one hand, she tugged at his tousled hair and brought his mouth back to hers. This time, it was her doing the devouring tongues thrashing, teeth clanging. His hand went to work between her legs, hooking his pointer finger in the soaking wet crotch of her panties. Before she could even think, he penetrated her with two long, unyielding fingers, instantly soaking his hand with a pool of liquid.

 

Dislodging his mouth from hers, she guided it to her breast. Jon nipped the neglected bud, then blew a soothing breath before sucking it into his mouth. Ari mewled. God, he was going to kill her. Desperate for more, she slid her hand down the rigid seam of his jeans.

 

“Uh-huh.” he moaned against her breast.

 

“Please.” she asked, flipping open the button of his jeans and pushing her hand inside.  

 

The soft heat of her palm squeezing his thick shaft elicited a soft growl from him, which soon turned into a breathless curse. “Fuck! Crash, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna come in my pants”

 

“So?” she growled, only clenching tighter. Savoring the weight of his arousal and its smooth texture in her palm, Ari continued stroking him. Long! Slow! Torturous strokes.

 

Sensing how this was going to be, Jon let his tongue trail up her chest, to the hollow of her throat and neck just as his mouth hit that spot behind her ear, he whispered, in a hot, heady breath, “What am I twelve?” 

 

“Sometimes.” she giggled

 

Pulling away, Jon surveyed her eyes, dark with desire. He had his answer, but wasn’t about to give in so easily. “Your call.” he hissed.

 

Truthfully, this was not how she imagined her wedding night, but this was them. Uninhibited. Watching him get off from the touch of her hand was one of the most erotic things she’d ever seen. “Age before beauty.”

 

Giving in to his wife's wish willingly, he nuzzled his face into hers and sucked at her skin. Her fingers still caressing his cock, Ariana tightened slightly and stroked his length. Harder and faster. His low groans rumbling in the back of his throat and the pearl of pre-cum she felt were evident he was close. 

 

“Jon-ny!” she cried, trying to grind down against the two strong digits tunneling deep through her body. She needed more. Every draw of his fingers pulsed between her legs, told her she was close. Jon knew it too, so much so. He began timing the thrusts of his fingers into the clenching of her inner muscles.

 

“Ready?” Jon asked, his voice low and husky.

 

Panting, she nodded and pressed her forehead to his. “Ready.” 

 

Tension rose between them as her body clamped tight around his fingers and his muscles throbbed in her palm and together they shouted out their release. If not for the steel box pressed against her back, her jello-like muscles would have had her withering to the floor.

 

Their ragged breaths slowly calmed. Ari removed her cum filled hand from his jeans. She was half tempted to lick every last drop just to see his reaction, but held it up to his face instead.

 

“Get that shit away from me.” He demanded, taking two steps back.

 

Smiling, she tiptoed and kissed him on the nose, “Hey, make sure you wipe my ass prints off Gabriel's refrigerator while I clean my hands.” Walking out of the kitchen wearing nothing but her satin underwear, she headed towards the bar.

 

For the second time that night, he found her bent over, this time it was the sink behind the bar and unlike a little while ago, the only thing different was that her ass was completely on display, thanks to the flimsy piece of material separating her cheeks and her breasts freely swaying as she washed her hands.

 

Tilting her head in his direction, she half laughed, half grinned as she turned off the water. “Ogling again?”

 

“Damn straight! It’s my God given right.”

 

“Is that so?”

 

“Yup! By the power invested in Father Gaetan, you are mine to ogle and do whatever else I want to do to you.” He watched as she sauntered over to where he stood, stopping just shy of her naked body touching his. His right hand skimmed over her hip, traveling till he was palming her bare cheek. “Now get your ass upstairs so I can fuck my wife properly on our wedding night.”

 

“My clooo….” Her eyes widened in surprise at the feel of his hand slapping her bare bottom. “Did you just slap me?”

 

“Uh-huh. And I’ll do it again if you’re not upstairs in 5… 4…. 3...”

 

“Hey slow down.” she said, making her way to the back stairs. “Pregnant woman here.”

 

“Twooooooo!” Jon laughed as he watched her scurry off.  

 

Giving her a few extra seconds, Jon made sure everything was securely locked up before he began his ascent up the flight of wooden steps leading into her… their home now.

 

“One…. Ready or not, prepare to cum!”