Chapter 339

They had a quick peek when they arrived home, the babies were sleeping and the nanny assured them , they were just fine.

Jon pulled her behind him, tonight was his night with her. He wanted to make her scream, whimper and call his name. He wanted to lose himself in her tonight….

The click of the lock in the door sounded like a death trap, the look in Jon’s eyes reminded her of a predator watching its prey, knowing its in a corner and there is no way to escape.

His jacket landed on the dressing table, his hands started unbuttoning his shirt but she stilled him, taking over the sensual gesture…she loved undressing him, exposing his gorgeous, tightly muscled body inch by inch.

His hands raked down the length of her curls while she kept herself busy with him.

Unbuttoning his shirt was slow torture. The shirt slipped from his shoulders, falling soundlessly to his feet, his skin was sun tanned, his muscles rippling beneath her touch. Fur tickled her palms and she stroked lovingly over it, her fingers flicking over his nipples, drawing a hissing sound from him. His hands tightened in her hair as her lips closed greedily over male nipples, sucking them to life, feeling them stab her tongue in excitement.

Jon flipped her hair over her shoulder, unzipping the dress, letting the cool night air brush against her heated skin. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her dressed in thigh highs and black stilettos.

Admiration smouldered in his eyes as he looked at the voluptuous woman in his arms.

“Hhhmmmm I like you this way….”

“I know you do…”

Cheyenne slipped his pants down his hips in seconds, Jon rid himself of his shoes and socks and stood in front of her in his naked glory.

Heat sizzled as their bodies touched, rubbing against each other as lust rode them.

His hands gripped her buttcheeks, picking her up as he backed her against the wall. His knees pressed against the wall to keep himself balanced, lifting her by the hips, so she could straddle his hips.

Their gazes fused together, locking in an age old battle of desire. Lips clashed ,teeth scraped against each other. Low growls and throaty moans filled the room, hands sliding over suntanned skin, muscular hands kneading silky smooth skin.

She felt him push inside her, his hips pushing up and hers pushing down to ensure the most intimate contact possible. Nature took over as their bodies strained against each other, demanding total satisfaction.

Jon gasped as Cheyenne’s teeth clamped down on his shoulder, he sucked at her nubs, their movement causing her breasts to push into him, her nipples moving up and down as their bodies’ rhythm changed into a frenzied pounding.

Her walls closed over him, milking him into a mind blowing explosion.

Their rushing breaths mingled as their mouths found each other.