Chapter Five

Jon’s tongue lightly traced the line of Sieta’s lips, and they parted to allow him access. He plundered her mouth, thrusting deep. He cupped her head and tilted it just so, and wound his other arm around her back, pulling her flat against him; crushing her breasts to his chest, and his cock to her belly. He wound his hand into her hair and pulled gently, eliciting a moan from her as her head tilted back.

“You like that?” he asked roughly, trailing kisses across her jaw line to suck on her earlobe.

“Mmm, yeah,” she said distractedly, as her hands played across Jon’s shoulders. She traced the muscles of his upper arms, and shivered at the thought of the physical power this man had. She had delicious thoughts of him turning some of that power and strength at her, and shivered.

Jon pulled her hair a little more, and kissed and sucked down her neck. When she tried to move, he held her fast. With his mouth, he peeled first one strap then the other of her bra off her shoulders, planting wet, open-mouthed kisses in their wake. He flipped open the front catch of her bra and pushed the cups off her breasts, groaning at the sight of them. They were tanned and taut, the dusky nipples standing proudly at attention.

Sieta loved not being able to move her head. The loss of control was intoxicating, and she felt her womb tighten at his possession of her head. Jon’s muscles were sculpted perfection, and the strength in his hands made her weak. When he had unfastened her bra, she sighed. When he took the first stiffened peak into his mouth, she sighed and dug her fingernails into his back, making him hiss. When he shifted attention to the other point, her legs buckled.

“You all right, baby?” he asked her.

“Almost,” she whispered.

Jon smiled, took her hand, and led her to the stairs and out of the pool. She followed him to the cabana, where he gestured to the couch. “Sit there,” he said quietly, and closed the door.

Sieta shakily crossed the room, and perched on the edge of the couch. Trembling, she looked up at Jon.

“Sit back and spread your legs a bit,” he commanded softly.

She did as he bid, letting her knees fall open.

He knelt before her and grasped the sides of her panties, pulling on them. Sieta lifted her hips to allow him to pull them off her. He smiled at the little tiny groomed patch of hair, and stroked the smooth skin all around. He pulled her hips forward a little, and leaned down to lick at her. That first contact of hot tongue to cool flesh had Sieta moaning. Jon smiled and latched onto her clit, making Sieta whimper. He held her down while he licked and sucked, and was rewarded by her hands fisting in his hair.

Sieta had never felt so decadent in her whole life. She was spread wide, and had this God of a man kneeling in front of her and ministering to her. Her breath caught when his tongue slipped inside her, and he hummed with pleasure at tasting her. He scooped at her with his tongue, like he would an ice cream, and the tip of his tongue touched THAT spot. The spot that made her arch from the couch with a scream.

Jon pushed her hips down and held her hard, muscles flexing against her resistance. He licked at that spot again and again until Sieta was crying for mercy. Instead, he moved back to suck her clit, and roughly thrust two fingers inside her, pumping her hard and fast while he continued his assault with his mouth.

Spots began to dance in front of Sieta’s eyes, and the whole world spun. She cried out “Jo-o-o-o-o-o-on-n-n-n-n-n!” on a long breath, and shuddered one last time before passing out. Jon felt her entire body go limp and smiled. It had been a while since he’d been able to do that for a woman, and he was quite proud of himself. He placed a gentle kiss on Sieta’s core, shucked his trunks, gathered her into his lap, and waited for her to wake up.

Several minutes later, Sieta blinked rapidly and looked into smiling sky blue eyes. “Welcome back, beautiful,” Jon said to her. She shifted a little, and could feel the hot, hard press of his erection against her ass.

“What the hell just happened?” Sieta asked, confused.

Jon had a shit-eating grin on his face. “You, my dear, passed out cold.”

Sieta was horrified. “I did not!”

“Oh yes you did.” He smiled at her. “You’re welcome.”

“Oh!” she said, indignantly, and stood up, swatting at his shoulder. Jon laughed and caught her wrist before she could swat him again, and pulled her down toward his lap once more. This time, she maneuvered so she straddled him, and sunk onto him quickly, wiping that smug smile off his beautiful face.

With a slow roll of her hips, Sieta began loving Jon right back. Each motion had him twitching inside her, and she wanted to feel the rush of him when he came. Jon’s head dropped back onto the back of the couch, and Sieta leaned in to bite his neck. She licked away the sting, and did it again, devouring him like a tasty treat. She felt his hands at her waist urging her to faster, and she complied, locking her mouth to his and tasting herself on his tongue.

Jon’s fingers dug into Sieta’s hips, marking her. He was in heaven, having this beautiful creature writhing above him. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back, when she wasn’t biting him. That was wonderfully erotic, and he almost hoped she marked him. He felt the tightening in his balls, and knew it wouldn’t be long. She sensed it too, because she arched back just a little, changing the angle, and she started to fall. Jon licked his thumb and flicked it across her swollen clit, making her scream. She hammered down on him harder and finally, his release came, along with her name on a long low moan. Sieta kept the rotation of her hips going until she thought she would pass out again. When Jon started to whimper, she smiled and slowed.

“You all right, baby?” she asked him, throwing his words back at him.

“Almost,” he said, “but I need a few minutes before we can try to make it better.”

He wasn’t done.