Chapter 33
Amber looked up at him hovering over her, propped up on his elbows so his weight didn’t crush her and she could only smile. Her girlfriends went to great length to get them back together and even as inebriated as she was, she understood it meant a lot to both of them that their friends had done this. Lifting her hand to his face, she brushed the soft feathers of hair from his eyes. “Hi.”
Seeing the twinkling in her eyes, his lust battering his senses, his lips curved up into a wolfish smile “hi, yourself”, lowering his head to seal her lips in a searing, soul-melting kiss. Fingers tangling in her long tresses, unwilling to waste one more second on conversation when his cock was in pain, screaming for release after hours of wanting her and being denied.
Her arms reached around him, tracing the muscles of his back as they shifted under her fingers, losing herself in the feeling of him over her and the sensation of electricity coursing through her, pulsing in her core. Groaning as his mouth trailed hot, wet kisses across her jaw leaving a trail of fire behind that turned cool when the air hit it, sending shivers down her spine. She wasn’t certain how long she’d be able to endure this before she’d cum from just his touch.
Sucking and nibbling on her earlobe, Jon couldn’t get enough of her, yet the intensity of his need was too much to ignore, sliding her up on the bed, he slipped one hand down her side, his mouth back on hers, hungrily tasting, memorizing her with every stroke of his tongue. He moved so he was straddling one thigh, desperate to know she was as ready for him as he was for her. Finding her drenched with pearly fluid, his finger brushed against her clit and was rewarded with a desperate mewing sound, slipping inside her with two fingers he almost lost it when she clenched around them, growling at her “I can’t wait any longer”.
Quickly readjusting his position, he lifted first one and then her other leg, draping them over his shoulders and drove deeply into her with one solid thrust. The tight, hot walls of her womb welcoming him, her body arching back as she cried out, begging him to hurry. His brain went on auto-pilot as his body propelled him on. Thrusting deeper as she pleaded for more, harder when he wanted to feel her clenching around him, faster, panting, grunting, both of them frantic for this, for that slice of heaven they’d found in each other at her house months before.
Her body arched, bucked and then stiffened, teeth came down on her bottom lip and her eyes closed tightly as he drove in one last time before she screamed his name and flew towards nirvana, Jon exploded at the same moment, pouring his seed into her and collapsing on top of her, her name a prayer on his lips as his mind blanked out. Moments later having just enough presence of mind to roll on his side, holding her tightly, still joined with her although he was slowly withdrawing when it dawned on him that he hadn’t used a condom. Praying silently that she was on birth control and that Rafael, the asshole, didn’t give her any diseases, not that he was going to even broach that subject.
Hearing the sound of her slow, even breathing, Jon closed his own eyes, it had been one hell of a day and evening. He was exhausted from the show and had far more to drink than was intelligent, sleep was calling to him too. That was his last thought as he drifted off holding her close.
The light from the open window hurt Amber’s eyes and her head felt like someone drove a Hummer through it, not to mention that the mud from its wheels were coating her mouth. Cracking one eye open, she saw that Jon was still soundly asleep, apparently sunshine flooding the room didn’t have the same effect on him that it did her. Wiggling away from him, she groaned as she lifted her head that was pounding like Tico’s drums. Holding it seemed to help as she walked to the window and closed the drapes throwing the room in deep shadows, walking into the bathroom, she took care of her most immediate need. Found a bottle of aspirin, took two and then stole Jon’s toothbrush to scrape away a couple layers of the sludge that seemed to be coating them before she returned to the bedroom and crawled back in next to him.
Watching him sleep in the soft shadows, her head propped up on one elbow, she couldn’t help but trace the outline of his tattoo closest to her, the softness of his skin over sleep-slackened muscles a surprisingly sensual discovery. Reaching across him she smoothly scratched her fingers across his chest, amusing herself with the crinkly, graying curls that would spring back up when she crushed them. Finding one of the round flat disks in amongst his chest hair, or fur as her friends called it, she put her finger in her mouth and then traced its outline with her now wet fingertip. Blowing lightly on it, she grinned at the way it puckered in response. Thoroughly enjoying her play, she repeated the action with the other nipple and glanced down to discover his cock was at rigid attention. A wide grin spread across her face at the random thought ‘six month ago who would have thought that I’d be waking up in bed with Jon Bon Jovi’. Letting her hand drift downward, she stroked the satin smooth, rigid length of him, encircling it with her fingers, testing its width, length and rigidity with her hand. Leisurely circling the top rim of it with her nails, captivated by the feel of its heat and the pulse within it.
Cracking open one eye, Jon saw the delight in her face, “enjoying yourself, darlin’?”
“Uh huh, good morning sunshine.”
Grunting his response as the reality of his hangover hit him, wondering exactly how much participation he’d be able to manage in his current state. “What do you have planned there?”
Seeing the twinkling in her eyes, his lust battering his senses, his lips curved up into a wolfish smile “hi, yourself”, lowering his head to seal her lips in a searing, soul-melting kiss. Fingers tangling in her long tresses, unwilling to waste one more second on conversation when his cock was in pain, screaming for release after hours of wanting her and being denied.
Her arms reached around him, tracing the muscles of his back as they shifted under her fingers, losing herself in the feeling of him over her and the sensation of electricity coursing through her, pulsing in her core. Groaning as his mouth trailed hot, wet kisses across her jaw leaving a trail of fire behind that turned cool when the air hit it, sending shivers down her spine. She wasn’t certain how long she’d be able to endure this before she’d cum from just his touch.
Sucking and nibbling on her earlobe, Jon couldn’t get enough of her, yet the intensity of his need was too much to ignore, sliding her up on the bed, he slipped one hand down her side, his mouth back on hers, hungrily tasting, memorizing her with every stroke of his tongue. He moved so he was straddling one thigh, desperate to know she was as ready for him as he was for her. Finding her drenched with pearly fluid, his finger brushed against her clit and was rewarded with a desperate mewing sound, slipping inside her with two fingers he almost lost it when she clenched around them, growling at her “I can’t wait any longer”.
Quickly readjusting his position, he lifted first one and then her other leg, draping them over his shoulders and drove deeply into her with one solid thrust. The tight, hot walls of her womb welcoming him, her body arching back as she cried out, begging him to hurry. His brain went on auto-pilot as his body propelled him on. Thrusting deeper as she pleaded for more, harder when he wanted to feel her clenching around him, faster, panting, grunting, both of them frantic for this, for that slice of heaven they’d found in each other at her house months before.
Her body arched, bucked and then stiffened, teeth came down on her bottom lip and her eyes closed tightly as he drove in one last time before she screamed his name and flew towards nirvana, Jon exploded at the same moment, pouring his seed into her and collapsing on top of her, her name a prayer on his lips as his mind blanked out. Moments later having just enough presence of mind to roll on his side, holding her tightly, still joined with her although he was slowly withdrawing when it dawned on him that he hadn’t used a condom. Praying silently that she was on birth control and that Rafael, the asshole, didn’t give her any diseases, not that he was going to even broach that subject.
Hearing the sound of her slow, even breathing, Jon closed his own eyes, it had been one hell of a day and evening. He was exhausted from the show and had far more to drink than was intelligent, sleep was calling to him too. That was his last thought as he drifted off holding her close.
The light from the open window hurt Amber’s eyes and her head felt like someone drove a Hummer through it, not to mention that the mud from its wheels were coating her mouth. Cracking one eye open, she saw that Jon was still soundly asleep, apparently sunshine flooding the room didn’t have the same effect on him that it did her. Wiggling away from him, she groaned as she lifted her head that was pounding like Tico’s drums. Holding it seemed to help as she walked to the window and closed the drapes throwing the room in deep shadows, walking into the bathroom, she took care of her most immediate need. Found a bottle of aspirin, took two and then stole Jon’s toothbrush to scrape away a couple layers of the sludge that seemed to be coating them before she returned to the bedroom and crawled back in next to him.
Watching him sleep in the soft shadows, her head propped up on one elbow, she couldn’t help but trace the outline of his tattoo closest to her, the softness of his skin over sleep-slackened muscles a surprisingly sensual discovery. Reaching across him she smoothly scratched her fingers across his chest, amusing herself with the crinkly, graying curls that would spring back up when she crushed them. Finding one of the round flat disks in amongst his chest hair, or fur as her friends called it, she put her finger in her mouth and then traced its outline with her now wet fingertip. Blowing lightly on it, she grinned at the way it puckered in response. Thoroughly enjoying her play, she repeated the action with the other nipple and glanced down to discover his cock was at rigid attention. A wide grin spread across her face at the random thought ‘six month ago who would have thought that I’d be waking up in bed with Jon Bon Jovi’. Letting her hand drift downward, she stroked the satin smooth, rigid length of him, encircling it with her fingers, testing its width, length and rigidity with her hand. Leisurely circling the top rim of it with her nails, captivated by the feel of its heat and the pulse within it.
Cracking open one eye, Jon saw the delight in her face, “enjoying yourself, darlin’?”
“Uh huh, good morning sunshine.”
Grunting his response as the reality of his hangover hit him, wondering exactly how much participation he’d be able to manage in his current state. “What do you have planned there?”
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