Chapter Fifty-Three

Callie melted into his arms as he turned her and slowly pushed her back towards the room. His mouth, hot and lethal burned down her neck. She gasped as she bumped into the door and he pressed his body against hers pinning her. Her heart thundered in her chest, could she really give herself over to him again? Could she really risk having her heart smashed into a billion pieces again?

Her belly flipped, and her heart sank. His genuine eyes and warm smile lured her in head first. “I-I-I.”

He cupped her jaw and kissed her, “I want to destroy whatever was Callie, so all you know, is me.” He punctuated each sentence with a kiss, her knees grew weak like arrows had been shot through them.

She wanted to be destroyed, in only a way he could. His thumb swept away her tears and his hands dragged up her body peeling her top off up over her head. His mouth followed slowly sipping from her. Her hands wound themselves through his hair, and his clever mouth found her nipple beneath the lace of her bra. She crashed against the door, hoping it would hold her as long as she needed to while she was coming under assault from his mouth.

The night howled around them but it didn’t matter, she stood in the eye of the storm where the sheer force of him could have flattened even the strongest structures. His fingers hooked under her knee and locked her leg up over his hip, giving him full access for maximum damage.

Fingers slid through denim until he found lace and heat, and her head fell back against the door. “Jon,” her breath stumbled in her throat and her eyes slammed shut he licked, nipped and teased the holy hell out of her. His thumb flicked her clit, and everything inside of her curled in and tightened. No one could touch her the way he could. His breath was hot against her neck and white-blinding heat bubbled up inside her as her last defences shattered in his wake.

Their eyes met and his lips curved, “clothing is now optional.”

She nodded as her hands bunched in his shirt, and fumbled with his buttons. She yanked it off his shoulders. He lifted her up and she wrapped herself around his waist, rain dripping off them leaving blotches all over the carpet. “I should get some towels.”

Her ass hit the bed and he arched over her flattening his hands on hers, “don’t care.” The kiss was slow, and his tongue curled around hers tasting every corner of her mouth. The smell of rain and sex swam between them as he popped open her bra clasp and filled his mouth with her breast. The room spun and she started to unwind, ten months of being wound up tighter than a spring had taken its toll. Why could he always make her feel so...free?

Her worries and her fears floated away as he made quick work of her jeans and boots, kissing down her belly. He opened her up and crawled back up over her bringing his mouth down to hers and flooding her with him. They met in a long slow kiss and she wound her arms around her neck and sank into him. Spice mingled with rain slicked hair as it fell down around her. It ached in her gut that she still loved him, as she’d lost the fight to not.

He pushed her hair back with his hand and kissed her forehead, nose and then her lips again. She reached down to his jeans and tugged on the buckle but he backed away down her body. She rolled her lip under her teeth and sank back into the pillow as his hair tickled her thighs, followed by his tongue.

“Oh god,” it rushed out of her as quick as the sensation of pure unadulterated pleasure winged up her body. Just them, just Jon, and god how much she’d missed that man. The one that could tilt her axis right off the scale in the best way. His thumb rubbed at her centre, while his tongue teased her slit. She arched at each flick, each precision of that glorious tongue driving her higher.

His fingers splayed out on her belly and the pressure from his mouth nearly spilt her in two. She reached out for him but only found sheets. “Jonny,” she propped herself up on her elbows and looked down the bed to two blue eyes glinting back at her. She bucked again when he took a long hard lick down the centre of her. Barely able to string a thought together she lay back and took his slow, long strokes.

She rose and she fell twice, shattering her into a million pieces. She needed him, more than she cared to ever admit to anyone. She loved the woman he made her feel like when they were together, and no one had ever made her feel that way before. She wanted to touch him, feel him close, and wrap herself around him until there was nothing but them.

The rain splattered against the windows and the wind chased through the open door and swirled around them, but they didn’t care. All that mattered was them, in this moment. He rose back up across her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, the last ten months had been hell if she had to be honest with herself. She broke herself apart trying to balance everything, she needed to do it, and she needed to see what Jon saw in her. What she was capable of achieving, on her own.
He chuckled as he kissed her tenderly on the lips, “just us.” She sighed and let her hands drift over his shoulder to his arms.

“Just us,” she repeated. She tugged on his jeans and he groaned, arching into her as she found him hot and hard in her hands. She massaged gently from base to top, scraping her thumb over the tip eliciting a groan from him. Could there ever change be just them? His life was so crazy, and it wasn’t about to change anytime soon. Her life was just the same, a mind fuck at times...could they really work? Could she LET them work?

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and rolled him over, skin pressed against skin as kissed down his neck nipping over the Adam’s apple. His moans vibrated against her mouth as she headed south down his throat to his chest. His arms coaxed her gently across her back as her mouth roamed around his pecs licking the tips of his nipples. His dark flavor both excited her and made her feel alive, like no one else ever had.

His cock bumped against her ass as she moved slowly down him, tracing her tongue down the smooth groove of his v. Hands gripped her shoulders, and their eyes met. She raised an eyebrow but he pulled her back up onto his chest.

“Jon, I want to—“

He smiled but it didn’t quite meet his eyes, “No, not this time. I want you here.”

She relaxed against his chest and their noses bumped as their mouths met. His hands glided down her back and over the curve of her ass, cupping it. “I want to be here,” she teased her tongue over his bottom lip. He rolled her and locked her legs around his waist, resting at the entrance of her.

“Beautiful.” He shucked his jeans off and his lips buzzed down her neckline and
around to her ear. He linked his hands in hers and pinned them beside her on the bed and slowly entered her. She stretched around him, and accepted him whole as he swelled inside her. Her fingers tightened around his as he moved slowly keeping the movement minimal but intense. Her breaths hitched as he moved forward, driving deeper into her.

“Jon,” she whispered and swept his hair back, taking his face in her hands, angling the kiss.

His hands cradled under her back, scooping her up into his arms, she wanted to let him take, take all of her in this moment. Her fingertips dug into his shoulders as they found their rhythm with the new angle. She pressed his forehead against his, “faster.” Her breathing caught in her throat and she closed her eyes.

“I need to see you when you cum.”

Her eyes flew open, her lips curved, and he tucked a ropey strand of hair behind her ear. “I always feel so safe with you.”

His eyes locked on hers and he smiled. “Ironically, I do too.”

She moaned against his shoulder as he drew her in closer, her nipples sensitive against the soft downy fur on his chest. He cupped her ass and lifted her, dipping his mouth down to her breast. Callie shuddered as his hot wet mouth rocked her into another orgasm, still pumping inside her. Her teeth scraped freckled shoulders as he rolled her flat on her back and lifted her leg over his shoulder.

“Oh god,” overwhelmed by sensation, he kissed away tears that rolled right off her cheeks before meeting her mouth as he rolled his hips in tight. He was destroying her, little by little.

He leaned over her, increased the pace and groaned when she tightened around him once again. Sweat splashed down on her skin from his, the sound of skin against skin, and heady breaths outweighed the whistling night. She was annihilated but held on for more as his grunts grew louder, they both shouted into the night before he collapsed to her side. Her legs were tangled in his, and she binked away stars that burst before her eyes.

The sheets stuck to her skin, and soon the bitter night air chilled the sweat. She tried to roll, but her arms and legs felt like sand bags.

“Hey,” an arm reached out for her and rolled her in. She curled into his side, hooking a leg over his.

“It’s cold, “she whispered, her hand sliding into his chest hair.

“Blanket.” He heaved the blanket from the bottom of the bed and wrapped it up over them to their shoulders. He was still warm and she could feel the steady thump of his heart against her cheek. She didn’t know what this meant, had she let in back in for good? Had she forgiven him after he admitted where they went wrong? More importantly, could she really go back there, for good?

Only time would tell.

Their breathing settled and he planted a kiss on her forehead as he tugged her in close, “mine.”