Chapter 14

After thanking their hosts for a delicious dinner, and complimenting the chef on his choices, Jon fetched a blanket from the trunk of his car and led Valerie out onto the rocky beach.

“You’ll want to take off your boots and walk in the water’s edge for a little bit,” Valerie said, doffing her own. “The rocks will play havoc with your ankles, and it doesn’t turn to sand for a little while.”

The two quietly strolled barefoot up the beach, hand-in-hand, aiming away from the inn. Up around an inlet in the harbor was a secluded stretch of sand, and Jon spread the blanket here and motioned for Valerie to sit. He sat behind her, and pulled her back to lean against his chest. After a few minutes, Jon tucked one hand inside the halter of her dress, loosely holding one breast and running his thumb across its peak gently. They sat that way for some time, just watching the water. There was very little wind, so there wasn’t much for waves, but watching the tide coming in was no less mesmerizing.

Jon leaned in to trail kisses along Valerie’s neck. “Dance with me?’ he asked; his voice a mere whisper in her ear.

“There’s no music,” Valerie said softly, recalling words to one of the most bittersweet songs she’d ever heard.

When I asked you to dance,
You said there’s no band there’s no radio
I gut up real slow, started singing real low
When I was melting in your arms I had to let go…

Jon stood and pulled her into his arms. “We can make our own music,” he said. Holding her close, he started to sway with her. Their heartbeats blended together, forming the beat they moved to. The gentle flow of water provided the melody. The frogs and crickets and katydids sang beautiful harmony. The pair danced together for a long while; long after the lights went out at the Inn. Jon put a gentle hand under Valerie’s chin, and raised her face so he could look at her. He put his hands to either side of her face, holding her gently, and brought his mouth down to hers. He stroked her throat with his thumbs, and they stopped moving altogether; just holding each other close while their tongues continued to dance.

Jon’s kiss was so potent that Valerie’s legs threatened to buckle out from underneath her. He took pity on her and lowered her gently to the blanket, stretching out next to her. He had his arms wrapped around her, and was holding her tightly while his mouth continued to plunder hers. He loosened one hand trail down to her hem. When he went to lift it, Valerie stiffened.

“What are you doing?” she asked, looking around as much as she could.

Jon chuckled. “If you don’t know, then I guess you did have too much to drink.” He kissed her again gently. “Relax, sweetheart; we’re all but hidden here. Nobody can see us.”

Valerie didn’t quite believe him. She sat up and looked around, needing to see for herself. Satisfied, she smiled down at Jon, who was propped up on one elbow, and watching her with an amused look on his face. “In that case,” she said, “I do believe it’s time for some payback.”

Jon laughed sexily, and arched an eyebrow at her. “Oh really?”

“Yeah, really.” Valerie pushed Jon’s chest until he was prone on the blanket. She knelt over him, straddling his waist, and let her hands lightly play over his face and neck. When he reached for her, she said, “No, Jon. Let me. Let me try to make you feel the way you make me feel.” She unbuttoned Jon’s shirt the rest of the way, and opened the plackets. She pulled him up by the shirtfront and eased the garment, off of him. Kissing him gently, she leaned forward until he was forced to recline on the blanket again. As she leaned down over him, her hair cascaded around her shoulder to tickle his side and make him twitch.

“What’s the matter, baby?” she asked, smiling against his mouth.

“Your hair tickles,” he replied, tucking a hand into her hair and anchoring her mouth to his. With a final little kiss, Valerie pushed back so she was once again straddling Jon’s waist. She gathered her hair in one hand, and leaned down, making the ends of her ponytail trail across Jon’s chest. He hissed and twitched, and when he’d have grabbed for her, she stopped the gentle torture. Valerie had slid down enough to feel the evidence of his desire for her against her core and chuckled.

“Well hello there,” she said softly, undulating gently against him. When Jon’s breathing quickened, Valerie stopped moving. She eased off of him, and slowly unfastened his pants, pulling them from him. She looked her fill of him. Clad in only tighty-whities and cowboy boots, he made quite the erotic picture. Valerie gave him a squeeze, which made him moan and loll his head to one side. She leaned down to bite him gently through the thin fabric, and Jon arched off the blanket, her name on his lips like an oath.

Smiling to herself, she scratched her fingernails up his chest as she continued gently nipping at him. He groaned her name, his hands fisting into the blanket to keep from reaching for her, hauling her up, and fucking her stupid. Valerie smiled and dragged Jon’s briefs down and off his body. His erection sprang free with a jaunty bounce, making Valerie chuckle. “Everything OK, baby?”

“Everything’s fine,” Jon said huskily, “just fine.”

“Oh,” Valerie said with a pout. “I guess I’ll have to try harder then.” She winked at him. “You should be feeling way more than ‘just fine’.” She bent down and took him into her mouth, her hair hiding her face from him. Jon gathered her hair away from her face, and watched as she pleasured him. Seeing her move up and down on him was almost unbearable, and he felt the familiar tightening that had him tugging gently on her hair. Valerie took her hair from his hand and sat back. “What’s the matter?”

“I want to feel you around me; under me,” he said.

Valerie chuckled. “The next one,” she said, and dropped her mouth onto his cock again. This time, when Valerie saw Jon’s thigh muscles tighten and his abs flex, she stopped her motion but didn’t remove her mouth. She crept one hand down to Jon’s balls and squeezed while the other hand crept up his chest to pinch one pebbled nipple. She squeezed them in time with her head’s motions. When Jon hissed and moaned, Valerie dropped her mouth down just a bit more, deep-throating him, and he lost control. Calling her name, he emptied into her mouth, while Valerie kept up the pulsing on his balls and nipple. Soon, Jon was begging her to stop; the sensations were just too much. He felt as if he were flying and falling all at the same time. He didn’t know whether to laugh or scream or cry. He was dizzy with desire, and wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with this woman for the next hundred years or so.

Valerie removed her hands from Jon’s body, and slowly let him slip from her mouth. “Mmmm,” she said. “Now that’s good.” She licked her lips and smiled down at Jon. He opened his arms, and Valerie settled into them laying next to him, and rubbing lazy circles on his chest. The pair lay listening to the sound of the water. Jon had closed his eyes, and was trailing a hand up and down Valerie’s arm, making her shiver. The breeze was picking up, and the waves were hitting the shore with a little more intensity than before. She kissed Jon’s cheek and said, “Everything still OK, baby?”

Jon chuckled. “Oh yeah. More than OK. Everything’s perfect.” He opened one eye and looked at her. “Well, except for one thing.”

“Oh? What’s that?” Valerie replied playfully, her hand stealthily making its way down to his member again.

Jon grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from him, giving her a look. “You have far too many clothes on.” In a quick motion, he flipped Valerie onto her back, and thrust a thigh between her legs. She instinctively rubbed against him, making him laugh. Pinning her hands above her head, he reached behind her neck to unfasten the top of her dress and exposed her breasts to his view. He kissed down her neck, biting and nipping gently, until he settled on one rosy-tipped breast, and suckled greedily. Valerie moaned, and turned her head away, losing herself in the sensation.

Jon released her hands, and raised the hem of her dress. He ripped the panties from her, and tossed them behind him. Valerie’s dress was now bunched from both sides at her waist. Jon kissed his way down her chest, skipped the bunched fabric, and continued down her stomach until he was kissing her intimately. He drove his tongue into her, making her cry out his name. He continued tongue-fucking her until she started to tense. He sat up and looked at her, flushed and writhing, and grinned. “Everything OK, baby?”

Valerie just looked at him, giving him a look that made him chuckle. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, and bent back down to finish what he started. He slowly opened her to his view, and latched onto her clit, making her scream. Jon slid two fingers, then a third into her as she whimpered and begged for him to take her over the edge.

“Please,” she breathed, not sure what she was asking for. She was confident he’d know what she was talking about. He sucked harder on her, and buried his fingers in her as deep as they’d go. He could feel her walls starting to convulse, and when she screamed his name this time, he withdrew his hand from her and thrust his cock into her, burying himself to the hilt. He pounded into her, driving her up and over again, and lost himself in her cries. When they were both spent, Jon pulled from her and lay next to her, cuddling her close.

“No falling asleep,” he said drowsily. “I SO don’t want to wake up covered in bugs.” He leaned up on one elbow and looked out over the water. “Or carried out to sea –” Whatever else he was going to say was lost in laughter; great, gulping laughter that had Valerie chuckling without even knowing why.

“What’s so funny?” she asked between giggles.

Jon couldn’t talk. He just dragged her up and pointed. Her panties had been taken up by the tide, and were slowly floating away.