Chapter 277

Richie decided to have and early night and Jon and Cheyenne retired to their room…Jon’s room.

Cheyenne walked out to the patio, lifting her face as a sweet, cool breeze blew from the Navesinkriver, lifting her hair slightly.

She sat down on the patio table, kicking off her sandals, resting her feet on the chair in front of her, staring at the silver street the moon left on the river. It was a beautiful night, the moon was full, bathing everything in silver. The smell of flowers filled the air and the breeze carried it even further.

“It’s a beautiful night, isn’t baby?”

“Hhhmm gorgeous. I love summer nights like these…”

He lifted her feet gently, sliding into the chair, placing both her feet on his thighs.

His hands glided from her feet over her calves up to her thighs. His hands were warm and gentle yet firm. He moved her dress up higher, exposing her lilywhite skin in the moonlight, his eyes taking in her slender beauty and silky skin.

“What are you doing?”

He smiled up to her, setting her heart at a dangerous gallop.

“Your skin feels like satin beneath my fingertips…”

She shivered slightly as his hands opened her thighs, his fingers sliding towards her panties.

The moon turned his blond mane into a silvery white, his eyes dark and glittering in the dark. The opening in his shirt was dark, too dark for Cheyenne to appreciate, but her mind was a potent instrument and she imagined rather than saw his gorgeous chest.

His fingers touched her nub, causing Cheyenne to suck in her breath, nipping her lips as a rush of passion filled her body.

Jon felt moistness forming on his fingers as her body responded to his ministrations. She moaned softly and his fingers pushed inside her, his thumb rubbing her swollen nub, his fingers moving in and out.

“OOOoh …..”

“Do you like it baby?”

“Ooooh yeah…”

Her eyes flew open as she felt him rip her panties, his sudden movement jerking her closer to the edge of the table. She gasped as his hands bit into her ass, lifting her and pulling her hips towards him in one motion.

He leaned forward, his tongue licking her pearly moistness from her, his hands digging into her soft flesh, keeping her right where he wanted her.

Her hips bucked against his mouth, trying to come closer to the pleasure his tongue was giving her.

Jon felt her body’s response and knew she was reaching her peak, her juices were dripping from her and her sweet, musky smell drove him insane.

“Please..Jon I can’t take anymore. I want you inside me….”

His hands moved from her and she opened her eyelids , staring at him.

He unzipped his jeans, sighed slightly as his shaft sprang free. His hands jerked her forward, causing her to slam onto his thighs.

The hair on his thighs brushed against her oversensitive lips, the slamming motion knocked the breath from her, her walls tightened at the erotic motion.

She lifted up and pushed him inside her, refusing to take this slow. She was burning up and her body was tightening, pleading to be released from the slow but heated torture Jon’ tongue had put her through.

Jon hissed at the sudden entrance into her slick, throbbing walls.

His hands rested on her ribcage, helping her to moved on him. Her walls milked him, swallowing him as deep as her body possibly could.

Buttons went flying as his hands opened her dress impatiently. He cupped her breasts, sucking her hard tips. Cheyenne threw her head backwards a high pitched cry escaping her lips as she shuddered through her climax.

“Oh God baby, ride me ….ride me hard….I’m so damn close.”

She picked up her pace, pressing into his lap, her hips making a circular motion, feeling his steel pressing into her walls, tightening and swelling as he reached his destination.

He shot into her, lifting his face with her hand, she crushed her mouth on his, sucking his tongue as his groan rushed from his throat.

He collapsed against her, his breathing harsh and unsteady.

They sat in silence, listening to the night coming alive as insects and frogs held their own summer symphony.

The breeze cooled the sweat from their skin, the moon playing over the couple as they sat quietly, still intimately attached to each other.