He opened his eyes with a soft groan and pushed himself into a seated position. Glancing at the clock he winced to see it was still relatively early, even for him. Glancing down at the sleeping redhead he grinned, one finger reaching out to brush over the line of her body from shoulder to waist.
Doctor Katy, his own special medicine for all that ailed him, and truth be told made him insane. She was a puzzle, even to this day, never really talking of her past and the things that drove her, and damn she was driven. She was worse than him when it came to career goals.
The only hint to her past had been the night they'de went out and she went ballistic on that sax player. There was story there, and he knew it wrapped her in distrust and confusion. It explained her restraint around another musician, and her own thwarted music as well. Even though hed damn near begged her repeatedly to play she'd always refused and he knew it had to do with that man.
A slight smile played over his lips as he watched her murmur in her sleep. They had rocked and rolled til the sun started lightening the sky that morning, and now she slept exhaustedly, but he was wound tight. There had to be a way to get her to open up to more than just her medicine. Had to be a way to have her finally admit how she felt. He could see it simmering in those beautiful eyes of hers even as she dug in with her control and refused to voice it.
He whispered to the room, "One day sweet Katy, you'll admit to me you care as much as I Do." Leaning over he brushed a soft kiss to her cheek and chuckled, "Time to wake up Katy, Jonny has plans."
She cracked an eye open, her vision blurry on the handful of hours they'd managed to keep their hands off each other and fall into an exhausted sleep. "Where's my incentive?" she mumbled into the pillow.
His arm slid around her waist as fingers grazed over her inner thighs slowly, "steak, eggs, all the fixins just to start with." His fingers dipped into her still wet lips as he wiggled a finger near her core. "Or we could just stay here and fuck ourselves blind, but I sorta wanted to be with you without surround sounds."
She sucked in a swift breath and muffled a groan. "You are an evil man. No zero to sixty when the eyeballs aren't even all the way open yet." She rolled with him and realized the music was playing still. "Damn, the croony stuff was better than this crap." She settled herself on top of him and pressed a kiss into his chest. "Gonna feed me, Sugar?"
His hand wrapped around the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss, feeding her lips and tongue as his other hand trailed along down her spin, calloused fingers slowly dipping into each sexy little curve. "Ya mean like that?"
"Well I always said that overindulging doesn't count when you're on vacation." She trailed her lips down his neck and nibbled on a patch of freckles. "You taste better than steak any day."
He shifted and quickly rolled her to her back as his lips descended into a swift assault of her skin, teeth nipping, fingers gliding as he tweaked one rosy nub then another the lightest of nibbles promising more pleasure than she could fathom. "If i keep this up we wont ever see the park or ....." his hips rolled against her sensually, teasing the moistness he felt heating against his skin.
How could one woman do that? By the flick of a tongue or finger any plan he could make would vanish in the searing fire that was her. Delving lower his mind derailed as he decided to enjoy one more moment before taking her out into the world for breakfast and talk.
She arched, her fingers tangling in his curls as his far too talented mouth teased her relentlessly. He overwhelmed her when he gave this much, always this much. Never held back, just pushed her to give more each time. She tried to push him back, the emotion catching her off guard as she let out a startled, "Jon!"
He seemed to feed off of it, sparking off another little fire here, another one there until she was so consumed she couldn't find herself in the middle of it all. The obnoxious new wave music in the living room drowned out the shout she didn't intend to let rip free. She fought against it, but he held her firm.
His lips slid to her shoulders along her arm to nip at the crease at her elbow before following down, taking each finger into his mouth before moving to the side and along her belly. His tongue swirled around her belly button then lower, as his hot breath whispered over sensitive nerves. As his tongue flickered there his fingers delved deep before wiggling. He wanted her screams, her moans, he wanted her to again lose control and give back all she had, that he knew she was afraid to let loose. "Your soo sweet Katy mine." His whisper feathered over her like fire as he slowly moved higher, "Like the best honey and wine combined."
She closed her eyes against the mine. She hated that she wanted that, hated that she wanted to believe it so very much. Instead she lost herself in the passion. She could understand that. She could believe in that. She caught his mouth and wound her thighs around his hips. "Take me," she whispered against his mouth.
He slipped into her slowly, inch by painstaking inch, his lips sliding over hers as his tongue thrashed slowly against hers. Hard and fast drove her to distraction, now was the time for slow and easy. He moved slowly each roll of his hips allowing him to touch her deeper before pulling nearly all the way out only to slowly move deep again, never more than an inch or two at the time. He sought the connection he wanted, the deep mind bending searing that joined two hearts and minds, that only slow gentleness could bring. "You take me higher than I've ever been Katy mine, You make me real again."
Her eyes popped open at that, the shudder blindsided her. Her fingers found his rough cheek. "God," she brushed her thumb over the high arch of his cheekbone. "Jonny," she whispered. She wanted to say it back to him. She could feel it on the tip of her tongue, but it wouldn't come. She wanted to agree with all that sweetness...with all that overwhelming emotion. She cupped his face instead and held on.
He continued his slow gentle movements as one hand slipped to her leg and lifted it higher on her waist, his lips brushing over her cheek to her ear as he bit down tenderly. "You're one in a million, all fire and stubbornness, the other half of my fire, my drive. You make me want to fly, and you do it with a smile." He arched inwards, his hips tilting as her leg rode high; his hand pressing between them to lightly tease the tiny bundle of nerves at her core. "One in a million, Katy mine, One in a million."
The tears came out of no where as she pressed her forehead to his. "I want to be yours," she whispered brokenly. "I do," she buried nose in the musky scent of his hair, the heat of him and the promises he kept pushing on her. God, she wanted to believe. She wrapped herself around him and let herself fall, his name on her lips.
His movements slowed as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, "I want you to be mine, Katy mine." His movements started again, the slow glide beginning to thrum deeper, "Be mine, let me be yours." His gentle whispers kept washing over her ear as his movements quickened, his lips teasing her shoulder, her ear, her lips, even as his words continued to pour from deep within his soul. "Make me real, only you can."
Overwhelmed and outmatched she felt the orgasm slam into her, relishing the connection as she felt him let go at the same time. Mine! Mine! her brain screamed, but her lips simply said his name.
He placed his head on her shoulder, his heart thundering even as his breathing slowly returned to normal. "You'll be the death of me, but damn I like the way I'm gonna go Katy mine."
"Doesn't every man want to go out in a blaze?" she laughed as her body went loose with good sex and an even better orgasm.
He pulled her close and held her tight, sensing the simmering emotions underneath her skin. Tipping his head he whispered against her ear, "You don’t have to be afraid of me, I promise, I'll be there for you forever, I'll never hurt ya Katy mine."
