Jon Black's Woman (5 page)

“Veggies are ready,” he said as he
placed his hands over hers and closed her blouse. While buttoning
it up, he told her what to expect. “We’ll eat, then leave for my
house.”

“Okay,” she eventually told him with
a quivering voice.

“You’re going to climax tonight,
Molly.”

“Yes, yes, fine,” she agreed on a
whisper as she picked up the plate filled with grilled
veggies.

“Wait.” He reached for a wedge of
lemon and squeezed it over the asparagus. Smiling at her, Jon was
momentarily caught by her beauty. She was the woman for him. The
passion bouncing between them was big and open to go wherever they
wanted.

With her hands occupied holding the
dish, he again pinched both nipples and twisted until her lips
opened in a delightful ‘o’.

“Later,” he told her with a tug and
let them go. When he realized her feet were locked in place, he
took the dish from her and put his other arm around her shoulder.
Leading her into the house, he laughed. Happiness was a frisky
woman at his side, a hard-on in his pants, and time to enjoy it
all. He had what he wanted and then some.

“We’re ready,” he called out and
placed the plate on the table. With a bussing type of kiss, he then
helped her sit down before he sat at her side. “Let’s eat,” Jon
said to no one in specific, but then turned to her and quietly
said, “…then it’s on to the pleasure course.”

Dinner was delicious. They liked
their friends and spending time with them, but it was time to
go.

“We’re going for a walk, then to my
place. Good night,” Jon announced to the room at large. He stood up
and held a hand out for her to take. There was little doubt she’d
take it. After she stood, Molly collected her sweater from where it
was draped over the back of the couch.

“Thank you for a wonderful dinner.
Good night, everyone,” she calmly stated as she made her way toward
the front door. Jon was there and they left immediately. All in
all, it took mere seconds for them to leave. They weren’t in a
hurry to get anywhere, but Molly figured they both wanted to be
alone with each other.

Things had taken a wicked turn while
he grilled, and they hadn’t forgotten any of it. In fact, dinner
had been almost uncomfortable. She knew her nipples were pebble
hard from the moment she’d shown them to him, and an insistent
throbbing in her pussy followed. She only wanted one thing: to be
with him, naked and in his arms.

They made their way down the path
and eventually took a dirt road to the right. The pace wasn’t fast,
although there was a purpose with each step. He draped his arm
along her shoulder and she had one around his waist. Contentment
spread through her, but she was still thinking about what would
happen later.

Sex.

Yes, she wanted them to get
physical, and enjoy each other’s bodies. Of course she wanted to
orgasm and she definitely expected him to come. Shoot, no matter
how she put it, she wanted them to have sex.

She wondered whether she should tell
him about her tattoo or wait to see if he noticed it, then tell him
the minimal amount of details.

Arriving at what had been labeled in
her mind as their spot, Molly took a deep breath and absorbed the
beauty stretching out before her. Montana. On a small ledge, with
trees at their back, the clearing before her was brightened by the
bright moon. The space was open and fresh, full of rolling hills,
trees, and cows.

This was not England, Japan, or
anywhere else in the world she’d visited. The land was unique,
beautiful and she loved being here.

Jon moved to stand behind her,
wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on the top
of her head. Happy to be there and in his arms, she shifted a hand
until it rested on his thigh.

Closing her eyes, she inhaled the
fresh air and knew she wouldn’t want to be anyplace
else.

She hadn’t realized how breathing
deeply pushed her breasts out further. It was not an intentional
move, but the results were magnificent.

His hands opened and gently cupped
her large mounds.

There was no way she could hold in
the moan of pleasure produced from his touch. There was no reason
to, either. She wanted him to hear her desire and do with it
whatever he wanted. She’d learned this earlier at the grill. She
wanted to be his plaything. She would do what he asked and be
rewarded. Had she not been excited to new heights by opening her
blouse to him and the night?

Big strong thumbs stretched up and
strummed her hard tips. A hard rod poked a bit above her backside
and she knew what he wanted. Her. She dropped her sweater and held
onto his other leg. They had a connection and she wasn’t letting go
for anything.

“Shall we go to my
place?”

“I’d like that,” she relaxed further
into his embrace.

All sorts of naughty ideas raced
through her head, but she’d leave the specifics up to him. There
were no doubts he’d go to great lengths to please her. Eager to get
started, she turned her head and smiled up at him.

“I want you to go without a bra as
much as possible. They bounce and sway beneath your blouse, keeping
your nipples hard and excited as they brush against the fabric.
They are treasured morsels,” he confided as he pinched the hard
tips over and over again. He plucked them, encouraged them to stand
out even firmer. “I will never grow tired of playing with your
breasts.”

“When I can, I’ll leave the garment
off, although you can always take it off for me.”

“Now there’s a solution I like the
sound of,” Jon laughed as he spoke, and she had a feeling she’d
handed over the keys to the castle. It didn’t matter because she’d
never do something she didn’t want to do, no matter how sweetly he
asked.

He bent down to pick up her sweater,
then held out his hand. She took it and they walked back along the
dirt road to the main one stretching down until it ended at his
house. Molly had seen it before, but had never been
inside.

A tidy front yard with a few bushes
surrounded a basic log cabin. She could see a few lights on inside,
and it was enough. He opened the front door wide and she walked in,
ready for whatever this new phase brought her way.

The living room was full of leather
and looked comfortable. Jon showed her around; the cabin was much
larger than how it had looked from the outside. Besides the living
room, there was a chef’s kitchen full of all the latest gadgets and
a stunning screened-in back porch. All the fireplaces set up to
heat the place caught her attention. It must mean lots of chopping,
but his plot of land seemed to have loads of trees.

After peeking into one bedroom, the
next one they went into had to be the master, or at least the size
claimed it to be. The house was obviously his, but his personality
was strongest in this room. The colors and textures were all him. A
leather chair, crisp white sheets, and a stunning leather and
shearing blanket covered a bed. The bed itself was uniquely
constructed with four sturdy and tall trunks at the corners and
branches of wood running between the posts.

“What a beautiful bed, and very
you,” she said as she released his hand and walked over to run her
hand from post to post.

“Me?” he asked as he moved close
behind her.

“Oh yes, it’s full of strength,
power, and comes straight from nature. I think all of it is
unequivocally you,” she shared.

Jon moved behind her and kissed her
neck as he reached around to unbutton her blouse. She breathed
deeply, quickly, and eagerly while she waited for him to finally
touch her flesh. She wanted to feel his flesh coasting across hers.
Wishing there was nothing between them had her pushing her skirt
off and stepping out of her shoes.

Gooseflesh swiftly spread across her
body as he pulled off her blouse. Molly tried to turn around to
help take his clothes from him, but he held her fast. The tattoo.
She’d forgotten about it and hated to mar a moment of their time
together by talking about him.

“Your father?”

“No!” She couldn’t get the denial
out fast enough and was sure Jon noticed she was getting tense. She
wanted to move on from the subject, only couldn’t. He wanted to
know who she’d had permanently inked on her back and couldn’t fault
him. She’d wanted to tell him, just not yet. Molly hadn’t wanted
that man to intrude in any way on their special time
together.

“He must be someone important to
you,” he told her as he wrapped his arms around her and held her
close.

“Was! Was important, but hasn’t been
for more than five years.” She wanted to confide in him, although
right then she wanted his passion more than his
compassion.

Turning around to face him, she was
naked except for the tattoo, and a thread of shame started to wind
around her. No, he—another man, the one who had been her
coach—should be ashamed, not her. Molly reminded herself who Jon
was as she looked into his eyes and made her request.

“Can we talk about it later? Right
now I want you, only you, to love me.” She gave him her truth and
he responded immediately. Not with words, but actions.

With large hands holding her head,
he kissed her not with gentle seduction but passionate zeal. The
lust he encouraged in her was beyond her wildest imagination. She
hungered for him and he gave her everything she wanted.

Their tongue-wielding kiss soon
moved down to her nipples and further to her pussy. His mouth was
everywhere. The grip she had on his head was fierce and necessary.
Without her hold on him, she knew she’d immediately fall to the
ground. When he used his fingers to reveal her clit, Jon dove right
in to make her come.

“Jon,” she moaned and gripped his
dark hair more firmly, maybe even tugged on it when he bit her nub.
The need for a release raced from her feet to her head and back
down where it settled in her mound. A pulsating beat kept drumming,
insisting she find her climax. When he tugged her clit while
thrusting one, maybe two, possibly even more fingers in and out of
her wet slit, she shattered into a million pieces.

He wrapped his arms around her hips
and rested his face against her bare belly. She held him there and
tried to regain her breath.

“Oh Jon,” she murmured, not sure
what she’d planned to say. He surprised her by standing up in front
of her. The moment he looked at her, Molly was taken by the need to
hold a place in his eyes. He looked at her with an almost palatable
essence.

Without a word, he led her to the
bed and helped her onto the high mattress. She sat on her knees in
the center and waited for something, although she wasn’t sure what.
All they did was look at each other before he started to take his
clothes off. Boots, jeans, underwear and finally his t-shirt were
left scattered on the floor around him.

He opened the bedside drawer, pulled
out a couple condom wrappers, and set them on the ledge.

Crawling onto the bed, he kneeled in
front of her and reached out a hand to lift one of her breasts.
“How do you not play with these bodacious fleshy mounds all day and
night?”

Rubbing his thumb gently across the
nipple, he was transfixed by them. While he played like a child
with marbles, she glanced at his hard cock, stunned. Molly had felt
him and knew the man was on the big side. As far as she was
concerned, he was a perfect size large. He was definitely no child,
and she looked back at his face with more knowledge.

“You’re big,” she told him, as if he
didn’t already know.

“Trust me, there are bigger. Not to
worry, flower. I’ll fit and give you great pleasure, promise,” he
confided with some humor.

“I believe you, but first I must…”
She didn’t finish what she was going to say; instead she took hold
of his cock and leaned down to place a kiss on the crown. An
intoxicating aroma circled around his groan. She couldn’t put a
word to the scent, but found she liked it. Putting her mouth around
the first inch of his rod for more of a taste, she savored the
connection.

Molly knew he let her lick and suck
him by what he did. Even though he ran one of his hands through her
hair, the other one held his hard-on, ensuring she could take only
as much as he allowed. While she’d prefer a quick hard thrust and
filling, she was good with how he possessed her body. There was no
way she could swallow his entire length, but she could make him
think she did.

Circling the tip with her tongue,
picking up all the pre-cum she could manage, she then slid her
mouth over what he let her have. He may not have expected her
laying a hand next to his. There was no intention to stop or
encourage him further with her touch. It was simply a natural place
for the hand to rest.

Over and over again, she licked and
swallowed, and savored every stroke her tongue made.

Jon wasn’t immune to her blowjob.
His hand tightened in her hair and he groaned, but otherwise the
man was as cool as a cucumber. Or, at least, she believed he was.
Being proven wrong was as much a joy as having his cock in her
mouth.