Chapter Twenty-Nine

Callie linked her hands at the back of his neck as he carried her, wrapped in a fluffy white towel into the bedroom. Flushed with wine and the heat of the bath, she was relaxed more than she could ever remember. Jon laid her down on the water bed, the light ripple of the sheets below them caused a giggle but he resumed being all delicious and seductive.

Jon released her arms and stood back as if he was going to leave her there, he did for a second as he dimmed the lights all but the bedside lamp beside them. His skin, wet and slick glistened under the light as he hovered back over her. Her lips parted as his gazed dipped down to her breasts and she sucked in a breath. Maybe she wasn’t ready for this, to be this intimate and this open and naked with him?

She jumped when the tip of his index finger traced down her jaw, down the centre of her throat and followed the curve of her breast. She quivered as his eyes followed his finger right the way around as if seeing her skin for the very first time.

Callie watched his tongue lick his bottom lip slowly as his finger traced around her breast and over her nipple which harden in a second under his touch. Her skin was buzzing with an awareness that was new to her, she wanted him.

“Callie,” his voice was low and husky and it made her belly flip flop.
She swallowed and whimpered as his hand cupped her breast, and his thumb scraped over her tip.

“Yes?” she managed without sounding totally destroyed. He shifted his knee parting her legs as he leaned down to meet her lips. The kiss was slow and gentle but no less potent, as it went from simple to hot. The need to taste him, have all him had her arching up from the bed into him. The scent of lavender and rain engulfed her as she lost her hands in the wet ropes of hair that fell around her.

The heat of his mouth poured into hers, and her tongue lapped up every drop. He groaned as her tongue twisted inside his mouth and the sensations crisscrossed all across her body. He sank down further against her, and the hardness of his cock pulsed against her thigh. Something snapped inside her, consuming all self control and his mouth pushed away from hers to travel down the long line of her neck. Her hands gripped his shoulders, bracing herself as his mouth followed her skin all the
way down to her breasts.

“Oh god,” it came out her mouth instead of her head. His mouth was already destructive in THAT area. He took her whole, sucking and licking her nipple causing a wave on the bed as she did so. She was drowning in the bed, she was drowning in him.

His tongue swirled across the other one, and she bit down on her lip trying to lock the groan that was bubbling in her throat but couldn’t. She cried out into the room and her fingers gripped him tighter. Water turned to sweat and warmth turned to heat as he continued to destroy her inch by inch with his mouth.

The bond between them was strong, she couldn’t explain it – there was a force there like a magnet clicking them together. The hot swirl of tongue rocked her right to her core as he pulled away and his hand disappeared down into her thighs.

Callie closed her eyes as one finger slowly teased the centre of her, causing her to shift and make sounds she thought she was incapable of.

“Look at me. I want to see your eyes when I slide inside you.”

She popped her eyes open to find dark blue ones set off with the dimmed light staring right back at her. Her fingers twisted in the wet curls of hair and she rose up to press her lips against his once again. How kissing this man never could get old, she mused.

His lips took hers, and his tongue tasted everything she had to give. Her breath hitched when she felt his finger slide inside her and their eyes locked and foreheads pressed together. The slow steady pump of his finger lost all other thoughts until all she could focus on was him. They kissed, they laved and he matched her groan for groan as she was set alight.

Callie rocked her hips to the rhythm of his thrusts and pleaded with her mouth for more. God she needed more. His thumb found her most sensitive spot and double assault was enough as shockwaves punched through her body.

“Strike two,” he whispered kissing her nose.

She kissed him lightly as her afterglow burned over her skin, and then in one swift move rolled them both with a slosh from the bed so she was above him. Anchored with her knees on each side of his hips she leaned down and kissed his chest. The surprise that glinted in his eyes was worth it as he cradled his hands on her hips.

“Well now, Dr Richards – now you’ve got me here what do you intend to do to me?” his brow arched and lips curved.

She grinned wickedly, with all the confidence in the world behind her. “Treatment plan.” She wiggled back so his cock bumped her ass and he growled through his teeth.
Her palms flattened on his chest and her thumbs teased his nipples in unison.

“Fuck Callie!” he bucked his hips up and groaned.

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The girl that sat perched across his lower belly wasn’t the girl he’d met weeks ago, she was a different girl that now sat here in control. He’d wanted nothing more to lay her down her and sink into her spilling himself deep, but she was worth more than that to him. He wanted to explore every part of her, and now he wanted her to explore every part of him. If he could last five minutes to let her, was a different story.

Her bright blue eyes shined in the light, and her skin was flushed pink. She was gorgeous, and in a class of her own in his opinion. She bent down and laid her lips on his mouth and then skimmed them over his chin and down his neck. His hands moved to the sheets fisting them as teeth scraped down his adam’s apple.

Jesus Christ.

He swore to god, he’d come all by himself shortly. The tips of her breasts brushed against his chest as she manoeuvred further down kissing any skin her sweet little mouth could get hold of.

She found his nipples waiting and wanting her attention and he bit back a growl as she teased the ever loving hell out of him. This was so not a good idea, he was used to it being him but the sweet hot pleasure she was drawing from him was too much.
His mind was foggy and any thoughts of anything except the beautiful girl, his wife... was the only thing he focused on. Even for a moment if he played house, she was his wife... he’d for whatever reason picked her in a drunken haze of stupidity.

He couldn’t really have done much better.

Jon felt like his throat was being clamped shut as she continued to pour her sweet heat all over him and slowly slid down his body. God, no. Fuck he wanted her lips around his cock more than anything right at this moment, but in the pit of his stomach he wanted her to be different. Different than the other girls he’d let use his body and his cock.

He raked his hands in her hair as her tongue traced down his pelvic line as she sank lower down his body. “Callie,” it came out more as a strangled cat than anything but it didn’t stop her and his fingers loosened as her fingers curled around his shaft.

Fuck, it was all over now. If he stopped her now he’d deserve a medal.

She pumped him the same way he did to her, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Her able mouth found his head, and her tongue licked across the tip ramming him back down into the bed with a hollow splash.

“Fuck!” his voice bounced off the walls in the room. This was insane, but god if it wasn’t delicious.

She licked and teased along with her pumping and he felt like he was about to burst.

“Callie, no – god – fuck c’mere” his hands waved desperately to find, touch or hell to grab her but the blinding white heat that crept up his body was making anything rationale hard to adhere to. Her free hand cupped his balls and he swore to god, it was time for the curtain call.

She hummed along his length the vibrations send sensations bolting through him.

Sweat rolled off his temples and his body twisted at her complete mercy. He didn’t get time for anything else as the light blinded him and he shouted the orgasm out.

Light simmered away and soon all that was left was his shallow breathing and wet
thighs. He looked down as she crawled back up to meet him lying flat against him.

“Strike three?” she asked pushing the sweaty mess he called hair back from his face and kissed him squarely on the lips.

He couldn’t even answer as his body settled with whatever the fuck had exploded through him. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her hard back.

“I’m still getting the last say here,” he rolled her back pinning her to the bed.

His cock still hard as his eyes fell down her body, naked and beautiful waiting for him. He snapped a condom quickly from its packet and sheathed himself before he hovered over her. He clasped her hands in his and held them up above her head. God he needed to be inside of her, he needed her to say it – needed to hear it from her.

“Do you need me Callie?” he wanted to be needed by someone like her. Someone so different that anyone he’d ever met. But he needed to be needed, by her.

She nodded slowly as her fingers tightened around his. “I need you Jon, now.”

Such simple words drove him deep inside of her. Her staggered breaths and groans were enough to plummet him over the egde all over again but he needed to relish this with her. “Be my wife,” he rocked his hips forward his cock throbbing inside her as she clasped hard around him.

“Oh fuck,” he whined.

He plunged his mouth on hers, and it took it slow but her tongue found his showing him she didn’t want it slow and gentle. He buried his face in her throat sucking and biting as he rode with her, murmuring her name over and over into her skin. The strokes were perfect and he released her hands so he could angle her in for another kiss, their eyes locking as they rode in rhythm.

“Callie—“

“Oh god, Jon!” she screamed arched up and her body quivered under his setting his off as he came with her.

The next thing he remembered was waking, the heady scent of sex wrapped around them with the silk of butter cream sheets. She was lying sprawled across his chest dead to the world and he was holding her tight.

They’d passed out? Holy fuck, what was that all about? He reached over and flicked the light plunging them into darkness. He drifted his fingers along her back, feeling her grow heavy against him. And at that moment, it gave him every comfort in the world to have her there safely nestled into him.