Thursday, December 24, 2009

Chapter 215

Cheyenne kept herself busy clearing the table. Jon poured them each a glass of wine his eyes following her hungrily.

She was on fire already and her tummy made strange flips but she kept her expression neutral and walked through to the kitchen, Jon following her closely.

He sat on the marble top, watching her as she put everything away, packing the dishes in the dishwasher, every movement and glimpse of her breasts making his pants even more uncomfortable.

“What did you do with yourself, while I was gone?”

“I visited Jake and Shelby. They are inseparable. I spent the day with Dot. You know she is a great woman! She does a hell of a good job on the kids. I admire her.”

“That’s why I married her. She is a remarkable woman, an excellent mother and she was a good wife to me. But since I met you I’m glad I had to go through a divorce, otherwise I would have never met you or I would have had the full blown affair and not Dot.”

She walked in between his thighs.

“What makes you think I would have had an affair with a married man?” She tipped his glass towards her taking a sip, her eyes twinkling playfully into his blue burning ones.

“Oh I think you would have. I just have this raw animalistic charm, woman cannot resist. I would have ripped my shirt of and then you would have been putty in my hands.” His sexy grin made her heart thud, the self assured look in his eyes gave him a sultry look.

“You are so damn sure of yourself, mr.Bon Jovi. How would you have known that I like hairy men?”

“Baby I picked that up on our first meeting. Your eyes kept going back to my chest and I sure as hell knew it had nothing to do with my shirt or my jewellery.”

She gave a husky laugh and Jon felt his hair stood on end.

She looked down at apex of his thighs, her fingers “walking” up towards the bulge.

“Is that for me rock star?” She gazed up to him and her eyes seemed smoky, sending his lust in overdrive.

He leaned back with his head against the cupboard, sipping his wine.

“That’s all for you baby every hard inch of it.”

Her fingers opened the zip, freeing the steel she had been longing for.

Jon’s heart was hammering in his chest, his breathing picking up a notch.

Her fingers feathered over the tip, teasing it to an even harder state.

She heard Jon’s soft laugh as she pressed her face into his chest, taking a deep breath of male scent, her tongue flicking over the tight male nipple.

She smiled in his chest.

“What are you laughing about?”

“You are so predictable. ”

“Complaining?” She sucked a nipple..

“Sssssss…..God no I’m not complaining!”

Her fingers opened the buttons, pushing the shirt back onto his shoulders, giving her even more access to his glorious hard body. She took her time just watching him, realising that his breathing got heavier the longer she stared.

Her fingers raked from his shoulders down his waist, stopping at his thighs.

She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, Jon hissing as her mouth closed over him unexpectedly.

“Good God, baby….hmmmm that’s nice….”

Her hand took his length, stroking it rhythmically while her tongue licked the salty pearls from his swollen tip.

Jon grabbed at her hair as she took his length deep into the warm cavern of her mouth. She sucked at him, Jon groaned like a wounded animal, her hand keeping its rhythm, the other squeezing at his tight sack.

His hips started bucking pushing deeper into her mouth. His hands tightened in her hair as a mind blowing climax ripped through him, leaving him breathless.

His seed shot into her mouth, she swallowed every last bit, licking him as he sagged back against the cupboard.

He had a sated look when their eyes met, pulling her closer for a knee buckling kiss.

“I missed you so much baby. But if that’s the welcome I get when I come back I’ll have to go away more often.”

“Don’t you dare….mister. I might just give up on welcoming you back.”

He nipped at her throat growling against her skin.

“Not you baby…..never you. You will always be here and always be the one to welcome me back.”

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