Chapter 7

The pair was twined together, not moving while their breathing evened out and their heart rates returned to normal. “Wow,” Valerie said.

“Yeah,” Jon agreed, kissing Valerie’s cheek. “Wow, indeed.”

He shifted to Valerie’s side, and pulled her to him. They lay snuggled together for a while, listening to the ocean and basking in the afterglow of their loving. Valerie’s head was pillowed on Jon’s chest, and she was lightly stroking the soft hair there. Jon had one arm wrapped around Valerie’s shoulders, and the other pillowed behind his own head. He turned to lay rest his chin on the top of Valerie’s head. Valerie let out a contented sigh.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Jon asked, starting to lightly stroke Valerie’s arm, sending shivers through her.

“Not one damn thing,” she answered, as her own hand traced the contours of Jon’s chest. He was powerfully built; all muscle and bronze skin and soft, soft hair. She loved the feel of him next to her. Hell, she loved the feeling of him on and under her, too. Valerie’s mouth was positioned near one of Jon’s small, brown nipples, and her tongue darted out to lick it. Jon inhaled sharply, and Valerie smiled.

“What’s the matter, baby?” she asked, giggling.

Jon shifted so that Valerie lay on her back, and he propped his head up on his hand to look at her. He traced a hand gently over her face, as if memorizing her features. Valerie had just closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation, when Jon sat up. Valerie opened her eyes, questioning, and the lust she saw in his face took her breath away. She reached for him, but he smiled and shook his head, took her arms, and arranged them above her head. He leaned down to kiss her lips gently. “Stay,” he said softly.

All Valerie could do was nod. She lay there, watching his face as his hands traced over her arms to her neck across her collarbone, and around her sensitized breasts, avoiding their rosy tips. He circled around them, but didn’t touch them. He trailed his calloused fingertips across her ribs and stomach and down her thigh and back again. Over and over. Soon, Valerie was making little mewling sounds in the back of her throat, and her head had lolled to one side.

“What’s the matter now?” Jon asked, teasingly.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Valerie replied on a whisper.

“Is that a bad thing?” Jon was now circling Valerie’s belly button slowly, tickling her.

“N-n-no,” she said on a ragged breath, as his finger dipped lower, tangling in her curls.

Jon chuckled, and angled his finger lower, into the folds of her most intimate flesh, finding the hard little button hidden there and stroking it gently. Valerie moaned loudly, and let her thighs open slightly. Jon laughed, and moved his other hand so he could gently slide two fingers into her. He slowly stroked his fingers in and out of her, while keeping up the sweet, sweet torture of her swollen clit.

Valerie’s head was tossing back and forth, and Jon could feel her squeezing him; could feel her getting closer to the edge. Her breath came in quick little pants, and her arms were shaking at not being able to grab onto something, anything, to help her through this. “Jon,” she said, on a strangled cry, “I want to share this with you. Please.”

“You are, baby, you are.” Jon slowed his hands more, drawing out the torture. Valerie’s hips moved of their own accord, trying to speed up his motion, but to no avail. Jon bent to blow softly on her heated flesh, and that was it. Valerie screamed Jon’s name, and arched off the bed. He kept up the gentle stroking until Valerie’s breathing calmed down, then positioned himself between her legs. “Look at me,” he said.

Valerie looked through hooded slits at Jon’s gorgeous face. He locked that laser-intense gaze on her, and the raw lust in his eyes started the waves building again, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Jon drove into her with a hard thrust, making her scream again. Valerie wrapped her legs around Jon’s waist and held on for the ride. He pumped in and out of her roughly, bringing her to the edge and backing off, slowing his pace, until she couldn’t stand it anymore.

Valerie scratched her fingernails down Jon’s chest, leaving little trails of white against the tanned skin. He hissed, and pinned her arms over her head with his hands while he continued to stroke into her. He leaned down to capture first one, then the other hard nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily on them.

When he felt Valerie start to go over the edge, he stopped moving altogether, relishing the feeling of her constricting around him, milking him.

When he felt Valerie starting to relax, he shifted her legs so they were resting on his shoulders, and brought her to the edge again, driving her over with powerful thrusts. With a long, low groan, Jon emptied into her, flying off the precipice with her. He slowed his movements gradually, until he stopped altogether. Dropping Valerie’s legs from his shoulders, he lowered himself; his hands on either side of her face. He kissed her gently, smiling at the utter contentment he saw there. Jon collapsed in a heap next to Valerie, careful not to crush her, and gathered her close. He felt an arm snake around his waist, and a thigh nudge between his, and all too soon, he heard the slow steady breathing of a sleeping woman.

Jon just lay there, holding Valerie close, marveling at the happiness he felt.

After a while, he followed her into sleep.