167 - When She Loves You

Stepping through the clutter in the small room and over the sleeping Meatball, Jon let his gaze float over the room. In typical Ari fashion, there were papers scattered across nearly every surface in the room. Along with her collection of assorted clothing, pregnancy books and other materials, it made a sight for sore eyes. Not that she was a slob, per se, because she would know exactly where everything was. To be nice...it was more of an organized chaos.

 

Reaching the bedside, he stepped out of his jeans and he reached behind his head to tug off his shirt. On second thought, I better leave it on. He needed her undivided attention, so he could give her the apology she properly deserved. With him naked, he was sure he wouldn’t have it. Looking down at his lower half, he slipped under the sheets for that little extra reassurance.

 

"What's with the t-shirt, rock star? Getting modest on me?" Ari asked, leaning against the doorjamb, wearing nothing but a sports bra.  

 

"Nadda chance. I just need you focused here,” he pointed two fingers at his eyes, “and not here,” then at his crotch.

 

With a devilish grin, she crossed the room to his side of the bed. “Well… I’d like to focus on this,” she cupped his semi-hard cock under the sheet, “inside of me.”   

 

Hell, hath no fury like a horny pregnant woman. Especially when said woman is yours and standing naked in front of you. But as much as he wanted to indulge in her every need he needed to do this first.  

 

"In a minute. We need to talk."

 

"Didn't we just do that?"

 

"Not really."

 

Accepting his helping hand, Ariana climbed up onto the bed and straddled his lap. “Okay. I’m listening.”

 

“Leaving you here sucked and was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. I could see it in your eyes. You were scared, and that there was not a damn thing I could do about it, and it killed me. Yeah, I know Ma was here in case of anything, but it’s supposed to be me. It’s my job. It’s what I promised you on that chilly night in March, when we said our vows in front of our friends, family, and Lili.” His finger traced over her faded tattoo, “You and me.” he whispered. “We go way back and you helping Tony was your way of shutting down that fear. I know this or better yet, I should have known it. But I didn’t, why you ask?” He pressed a finger to her lips. “Because my need to control everything took over, over something I had no control over. I am sorry, sorry for treating you like one of my employees and not as my partner, my friend. Sorry for threatening to sic my lawyers on you like you were some business deal gone bad. But most of all, I’m sorry for not trusting and knowing you enough to not put our daughter’s life at risk.”

 

“I’m not gonna lie and say you didn’t hurt me. Not by your actions, because we go back that long and ‘the great Bongiovi’ has spoken bullshit is something I have never put up with, but more by your lack of trust in me.” She joined their hands over her belly. “Jon, I waited my entire life for this, me… you…. her. And knowing that, you also know I would do nothing to jeopardize her. Not in a million years. That’s what hurt me the most.”  

 

"Forgiven?”

 

“Hmm… that depends.” she purred innocently as her fingernail drew lazily around his navel.

 

Snorting, Jon crossed his arms behind his head. “You’re the conductor of this train, Crash. Show me what you got.” 

 

Impishly tapping her chin, Ari clenched her bottom lip tightly between her teeth. Where should she start? She felt a little torture was definitely warranted. Not too much, though. His cock was already twitching and thickening, and she hadn’t even touched him yet. There wasn’t an inch of his body she didn’t have committed to memory or couldn’t touch enough of. Roaming her hands over his body, she spread her fingers wide across the planes of his muscular chest, raking her fingernails over his nipples, down the thin trail of fur to his stomach. Lingering, she scraped her nails over the rounded protrusion of his hipbone along the defined indentation of his vee.  

 

A long, low moan pushed out from his throat when he felt her fingers slip between their bodies to stroke his hard cock. She longed for him for so long now that the ache between her legs pulsated with her every breath. His rock-hard body underneath her, she pressed her knees into the mattress, never breaking eye contact, and guided him to her entrance. Lowering herself slowly, she took him one hard inch at a time. The mixture of uncomfortable and exquisite burn as he stretched her felt like coming home. 

 

“Fuck!” they both moaned from the absolute feeling of completeness that they stayed still for a moment to enjoy it.

 

“Have I… told you… how much I like you like this?” Jon panted between each of her upward movements.

 

Her green eyes darkened and a wonderfully loud, shaky moan passed her lips. 

 

“Do you like me when I do this?”   

 

Not disrupting the rhythm of her hips, she drew her hand up her undulating body to her breast, gasping as her thumb and forefinger slid along the soft cotton. Unable and unwilling to stop there, Ari dragged her free hand towards the rising coil of lust between her thighs. Pleasure shot through her fingers, slipping between her already moist lips over her bundle of nerves. 

 

Jon drew in a breath when she opened her eyes and fixed him with a gaze. Her physical pleasure alone was enough to bring him to his knees, but what truly enraptured him was how she unashamedly rode him. Her head lolled back, gasping wantonly as she touched herself. Digging his fingers in her ass, he steadied her movement, but she was the one with control. She was the one always in control.   

 

 “Fuck, Crash.” Jon groaned dejectedly. “This is gonna be over quick if you keep that up.” 

 

Putting an extra twist on her hips, she clenched around him, lifting almost off of him, slamming back down, taking him deeper. 

 

“No, it’s not.” 

 

A deep sigh and throaty laugh escaped him at her smugness, and soon his hips were rising off the bed, moving in sync with hers. His each upward movement tender, yet animalistic. 

 

“Oh, fuck.” Ari heard the loudness of her words, but couldn’t be bothered by how much noise she was making. “Do that again.”

 

Jon allowed himself a wicked grin at her command, but kept a small part of his focus on not losing himself. A feat not easily achieved with the erotic scent of sweat and sex filling the room and his green-eyed lover sitting atop of him.

 

“Are you listening?” 

 

One rock of her hips was all it took, and the end came quicker for him than he expected; two more thrusts upward and Ari’s body bent back like a bow. Her muscles clenched around him and a long, deep cry erupted from her throat.