Chapter 20

They spent the rest of the daylight in bed, worshipping each other and learning every square centimeter of each other’s bodies. Valerie lost track of the number of times Jon made her scream with delight, and he lost track of just when exactly she had gotten under his skin. He knew she had to leave in the morning, but he wasn’t ready to let her go. He had meant what he said to her, that just because the weekend was over, it didn’t mean they couldn’t still see each other. He just had to figure out how to make that happen, what with the tour starting soon.

Valerie stirred and mumbled in her sleep. Jon cuddled her against him and smoothed the hair from her forehead, whispering soothing words to her until she relaxed again. He watched her for a few minutes, and saw her frown. He ran a finger down between her eyes, and the frown lines disappeared, and a small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes opened, lids heavy with desire, and she smiled wider.

“Well hello there,” she said, and stretched her lips forward to kiss him.

“Hello yourself, Sleeping Beauty,” Jon answered, smiling.

“I’m sorry I keep falling asleep on you,” Valerie was blushing. “You just take something out of me, I guess,” she said.

Jon rolled so he was on top of her. Valerie opened her legs to let him settle between them. “I’d much rather put something into you,” he said with a lascivious grin.

Valerie laughed. “Good luck with that,” she said, knowing that the past couple days of lovemaking had left her tense and tight.

Jon kissed Valerie softly, and stroked her closed lips with his tongue. She made a little moaning sound in the back of her throat, and opened to him. He caressed her tongue with long, sure strokes, and gently tunneled the fingers of one hand through her hair. The strands flowed like silk through his digits, and the smell, like that of a newly bitten peach, drove him to the brink of insanity. He rolled off her slightly and trailed his other hand lightly over her collarbone, down between her breasts, over her taut stomach, and down into the small thatch of curls. He unerringly found the little button hidden there and rubbed it with the lightest touch.

Valerie thought this gentle torture was going to kill her. Her body was so sensitized that the fingers in her hair were making her squirm, never mind what the other hand was doing. She tried to relax, but the slow, lazy circles Jon was making on her had everything south of her waist tingling. She broke the kiss to look into his eyes, and saw heat and lust and something else that made her heart skip a beat.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Jon asked, before leaning in to nuzzle her and nip at the delicate curve of her neck.

“Nothing,” she said breathlessly, as she felt the now all too familiar tightening in her womb. “You’re driving me crazy,” she said.

“Oh, do you want me to stop?” Jon asked.

“NO!” she said, as she arched her hips, silently pleading with him to increase the pressure or pace or anything.

Jon chuckled, and slowed his movements even more. Now he was barely grazing her with his fingertip. Valerie’s hands pulled weakly, helplessly against Jon’s forearm, trying to urge him to give her the release she so desperately needed. Finding no respite, she decided to drive him as crazy as he was driving her.

Valerie scratched her nails along Jon’s thigh, which was positioned perfectly for her. She’d scratch roughly from knee to balls, enjoying the sound of the rasp her nails made on his skin, then sooth the scratches with tender, teasing fingertips. Jon tensed and relaxed with each rasp and sooth, and as his agitation increased, so did his pressure on her sensitive clit. Valerie let out a sigh of relief, and surrendered herself to him, turning her hand to encircle him. She squeezed just a little, then played her fingers over the velvety length gently, avoiding the tip and the vein underneath.

Jon’s head dropped forward and his eyes closed as Valerie’s gentle torture brought him perilously close to oblivion. He didn’t want to go over the edge into the abyss without her, so he increased his motion. Valerie angled her hips slightly, and Jon took the invitation, slowly inserting one then a second long finger into her. He felt her squeezing his fingers impossibly tight, and groaned when her hand matched the intensity of that pressure on his cock.

“Val, my love, you have to stop,” Jon said.

Valerie’s heart leapt at the endearment, but she didn’t stop. “Why, baby?” she said.

“Because I want to share this with you,” he gasped, and bucked away from her, forcing the issue, “and I’m too close”.

Valerie chuckled. “Come back here,” she scolded, and reached for him. “Look at me,” she said, and he did; locking his eyes with hers.

She increased the pressure and quickened her pace. Jon did the same.

Valerie grabbed the bedclothes as the waves threatened to overtake her. Jon just growled.

Val’s eyes started to roll back, but she fought it with all her might until she felt the strong twitch of his member a split second before his seed spilled into her hand and onto her thigh. She nearly cried when her own release came, and she held fast to Jon even though the pressure was killing him. When her eyes finally opened, she smiled wickedly.

“What are you grinning at,” Jon asked, kissing her temple.

Very slowly, Valerie raised her hand, still covered in Jon’s seed and licked her fingers and palm, making little happy moaning noises.

“Sweet fuck,” he said.

“Yes it was,” Valerie agreed, licking her lips. “And salty, too.”