Confusion and anxiety started to pool in her gut. Worry for Elena and a clawing need to connect to someone ate at her. This man. This time. It wasn't perfect and it wasn't something she was proud of. He didn't deserve to be used, but she just...God, just one night. One night she needed to feel something besides the empty void she'd felt for so long. She wanted to hold onto something. She wanted him.
Before she could change her mind, she rose onto her toes and pressed her lips to his.
His brain reeled as her lips touched his and his need for her rose like the tide. He'd fought showing it for so long, giving her the time she needed, but she was kissing him and he couldn't stop it, no matter how he wanted to, he couldnt stop it. Fingers slid through her hair to cup the back of her head as he pulled her closer, his tongue flicking out to tease and taste her lips. The softest groan whispered from him as the kiss deepened, her scent teasing his already frayed control into a shattered existence.
The taste of him was overwhelming, hot, spiced with whiskey and a flavor that was uniquely Jon. Her tongue tangled with his as the power of it shuddered through her. Moving closer, she slid her thigh between his until they were flush. The worn denim swishing against her own as she plastered herself to him. Her tongue replaced by teeth as she nipped at his lower lip. Her fingers slipped inside his jacket to grip his back, shoving the shirt up to feel the smooth skin at his back.
His hands slid along her spine and up under that emerald green sweater to caress her milky white skin, his lips moving to nibble on the slope of her shoulder. He was lost in a maelstrom of sensation, from her lips on his to her hands and scent. He was edging past logic straight into the realm of insane need, for her kiss, her touch and her body.
"Your bed," she whispered as she pushed his shirt up to find a nipple, latching onto it with ruthless precision. Her palm and fingers spanning over the lean mucles of his chest to the warmth of his belly, moving lower. "I need this under me," she curled her tongue around the flat disk, flicking over the rigid tip. "I need you above me," she looked up at him, nipping at his chin. "Behind me. I want it all."
He lifted his head, his smoky blue eyes staring into hers with a dazed precision. Without a word he bent and picked her up as if she were a feather and turned to walk to his room. With a barely restrained groan he whispered, "Are ya sure Katie?? Really sure?"
She gripped his shoulders, yelping a bit. She wasn't the type to be carried. Her curves and her rather solid build had always attracted a man's lust but very little in the way of romance. "I'm tired of being alone," she said with a tremor to her voice. Clearing her throat she fisted her hand into his hair. "Don't be gentle, I want to feel all of it. Every little bit of this thing between us, I want it."
He walked into his bedroom and bumped the door closed with his ass. Slowly he slid her down until she was standing before him, his hands moving to the hem of her sweater before pulling it over her head. Pulling her back into him he again captured her lips with his as his hands slowly moved to her jeans, undoing the belt and zipper and sliding them down over her curvy ass.
As the jeans fell he walked her backwards to the bed until the back of her knees hit the bed and she sat. Ripping his own coat and tee-shirt off he moved between her knees and pushed her backwards, his body following until they were chest to chest and lip to lip again.
Her fingers tunneled into his hair. All of it flowing around her face like a curtain as his lips, oh God, his lips...they were like sin and chocolate's best friend, rough and soft at the same time as he pressed into her. His fingers laced with hers as he pushed her arms above her head.
His body rocked against hers, the position pushing her breasts high as the lace struggled to hold her in. He gasped and leaned back a bit scraping his teeth across her jaw to the sensitive line of her shoulder.
She could feel the heat of him, the curve of his cock pressing against the peach and black lace of her panties as he rolled his hips. Straining against him, she arched underneath him.
He groaned deep as his he nuzzled at the scraps of lace holding her in. Pulling her up slightly he reached back and unclasped her bra and flung it backwards as he lay her back down, his busy hands sliding lower to pull her panties away. Reaching up with one hand he again grasped her wrists in his hand, his mouth falling to take one firm nipple in between his teeth, nipping and tugging at its sweet perfection.
He reached lower with his free hand and pushed at his own jeans, needing to feel her skin against his cock, his heart beginning to trip with indescribable need. As the rooms chill hit his swollen cock-head he groaned and ground against her harder. "I can't wait, baby, I cant," his words muffled against her breast as he seated himself deep within her, his hips beginning to wildly plunge as his teeth grazed against the satiny softness of her breast.
Her thighs welcomed him. Her body cupping him and arching for him as each thrust battered back the darkness. Her hips arched against his and the slap of his hair roughened skin tore a grunt of need from her. Her ankles locked around his hips and just held on against the torrent of lust that soaked the air.
He nipped, bit and teased her skin with his teeth, from each full breast up along her neck and to her ear. He couldn't get enough of her taste and scent, each little bit served to drive him higher. Reaching for a pillow he slid a hand under her ass and pushed the pillow under, tilting her slightly as he plunged deeper, his thrusts growing longer as they fell deeper within her.
The first bright shock of orgasm dropped her into an abyss that only knew Jon and the dark, punishing sex that had long since been missing from her life. Holding on, she took each thrust and pushed back; wanting...no needing to keep some semblance of self as he tore through her emotions and battered against her defenses.
Her nails raked down his back and clutched at the firm muscles of his ass as it clenched and bunched under her hands.
He bit down harder on her shoulder as she drove her nails into his ass, the movement sending him into a wilder frenzy than he'd ever felt before. Pulling back he ripped the pillow from beneath her and with a quick roll turned her on her belly. Pushing her to her knees he drove into her again instinct and need driving him as he arched and ground further into her. Reaching around her with one hand he slid fingers over her clit teasingly, the gentle tugs and whisper soft touches at odds with the pounding of his cock from behind. Bending forward he drug his lips and teeth over her spine, the need to taste each inch of her sweat sending his senses soaring even higher.
Fighting the need to scream, her body burned at the pounding rhythm of his body. The slapping of skin slick with sweat and his restless fingers had her nearly hyperventilating to catch up. Her hand covered his and she felt the steely shaft of his cock burying itself inside of her, the swollen need she couldn't deny even if she wanted to and the building scream that was so close to the edge.
Lowering herself to arch up against him she felt him deeper and couldn't stop the hicupping moan that fought its way out of her throat. His fingers folded over her own and pressed against her clit. She could feel herself and him. The excitement building as he used her own hand to give her pleasure as his other hand gripped her hip and continued his mind bending thrusts.
He felt himself tightening as she began to fist around him, pulling a growl from his throat as he revved his movements up another notch, his teeth working over each inch of her skin as he continued the motions of his hand and hers against her clit. He wanted to hear a scream of release and was determined to keep up the pace until she did so.
Slamming back against him she dragged the pillow under her face and tried to muffle her cry of release. Shuddering, her thighs quivered even as he replaced his hands at her hips. The scrape of his teeth at her back eased as he rose onto his knees and increased the tempo.
Vicing around him, she gripped his thighs with her nails as the scream couldn't be contained any longer. Harsh and guttural she felt the dots dance before her eyes.
