Jon Black's Woman (6 page)

He gave her a little warning and a
few mumbled words, but she didn’t understand them and kept on
sucking him. When he pulled her away and lay her on her back, she
understood he wanted something else.

Would this be when he tied her up
and took her? He could always secure her hands above her head and
her legs to the post at the foot of the bed.

Ready for the bondage to come into
play, Molly was surprised when he put on a condom and went for the
missionary position. By no means was she disappointed, she simply
hadn’t expected it.

With only the crown of his cock
buried inside her pussy, the air caught in the back of her throat.
She brought her knees up and splayed them a little wider. The move
tightened the entrance to her slit. She hadn’t meant for it to
happen, but his groan made the move worthwhile.

He leaned on his elbows and watched
her get used to him being there. His cock’s presence, no matter how
minimal, felt right. She knew pleasure marked her face and didn’t
care. Emotions and feelings raced through her heart and body, so
why not let him see her passion for him?

“You all right?” He asked the
question while starting to move a little bit deeper before pulling
out again.

“Beautiful,” she murmured and gave
him her truth. “I want more of you. Give me everything and I’ll
love it all the more.”

After taking in everything he could
about her in a few brief seconds, Jon moved a hand between them.
Even though he rested on her, with her being stretched to an almost
painful point, she still gasped when he circled her clit. It was a
single step back from being too much, but it pulled unadulterated
need from deep within her soul.

She wanted to open her legs even
wider and groan her joy as he pleasured her. Trying to spread out
further brought a pinch to her nub and another round of unfettered
circles from his finger. She couldn’t hold it back. She groaned
until it almost became a scream as he pushed even more of his cock
inside her.

There was no break. He continued to
tease her excited nub and move his cock further in and out of her
wet pussy. When he finally was buried to the hilt inside her, she
breathed out and looked up at him.

“I’m completely full of you and want
nothing else,” she told him with a smile.

“Nothing? No thrusting, no fucking,
no humpy-pumpy?”

“Humpy-pumpy?” She laughed hard and
might have pushed a small portion of him out. “What man calls sex
humpy-pumpy?”

“Me, and you can thank my aunt who
said I was a rambunctious nine-year-old boy who was already curious
about the birds and the bees.” He moved back into her, then pulled
out a bit further before pushing back in. The man was a sex machine
and she was glad to have him between her legs. Originally his size
was admittedly daunting, but she got over any concern she may have
had rather quickly.

She wanted him to love her and her
body.

“Please, Jon. Please take me until I
can’t take anymore.” She didn’t care if she begged.

“Is this all right?” he asked as he
pulled more of his cock out than he had before and pushed it all
back in.

Her breath caught on a
hitch.

“More, please. Keep going.” Bracing
one of her feet between his legs gave her the ability to bump her
hips upward. It wasn’t much, but enough for him to make a few
changes. Once he opened her inner lips, leaving her clit completely
uncovered, he pushed his pelvis more firmly against hers and pulled
his hand out.

Jon was able to fuck her freely, and
he did. She was still tight around him, but not as much as before.
He was able to move more quickly and, somewhere along the line, he
added a circular motion.

“You okay?” he queried as he thrust
most of his length in before pulling the rod free.

“Great! I’m great. Keep going,” she
murmured. As he fucked her, she only cared about being with him,
lost in the abyss of pleasure.

They had a rhythm to what they were
doing, or they did until he grasped hold of a breast and held it
out as he leaned down to run his tongue around the hard
tip.

“Oh, oh my. Oh, Jon,” she cried as
her hands gripped his head. From there, all words became grunts,
moans, and groans.

He bit, tugged, and sucked the
nipple and it seemed to have a line straight to her pussy. With
each loving touch from his mouth and teeth, she wanted to wrap her
legs around him and absorb everything about him. An idea slipped in
her head how he didn’t need to fuck in and out of her as long as
his mouth worked on her breast. All was beautiful, then he would
slide his cock in and out, and her eyes would roll back in her
head.

The time came when he shifted her
leg and held the knee pressed to the bed. Without any warning, he
pushed in and she started to climax as he pulled free. The release
was in the back of her throat until she screamed his name, then it
moved down to rapidly pulse in her pussy.

Jon was more than a sex machine. He
was a living, breathing, thinking man who gave her things she
hadn’t known she wanted. Sex with the coach had always followed a
routine. They’d strip, fuck in missionary or from behind, come, and
they were done. There was nothing habitual about this man and she
was thrilled by the discovery.

As she started to come down to
earth, he shifted onto his knees and brought her with him, leaving
her head and shoulders on the bed. She wasn’t sure what to do with
her feet and there was no time to figure it out.

With his thumb once again circling
her clit, he moved his cock steadily in and out of her wet pussy.
She could hear the moist music created by their lovemaking, but
couldn’t focus on it. Lost to their passion and on the cusp of
coming again, she could only say one word to him.

“Please,” she panted over and over
again.

He breathed heavily, and his hair no
longer hung straight down past his ears but was mussed from her
hands. A part of her needed to know he was human. At one point she
wondered because he seemed to be all powerful, all
knowing.

“Please what, flower. Please what?”
He grunted and kept fucking her as he teased her excited bundle of
nerves.

“Please,” was all she could groan
before the flood gates opened. Apparently the previous climax had
been an appetizer. Her slit pulsated around his rapidly plunging
cock and tried to pull it in to hold the hard flesh captive. She
didn’t want to ever lose him being buried inside her
body.

A minute later—maybe more, maybe
less—he came and she tried to soak in every grunt and pulse
pounding beat he made. She wanted his seed and it seemed to be the
final stage in what they’d done, only his release rested in the
bottom of a rubber. They’d have to talk about specifics, although
she could say without pause she wanted all he had to offer. She was
on a birth control pill and had no STD’s, which meant condoms
wouldn’t be an issue.

When he finally relaxed on top of
her, she didn’t ask for air. Instead, she accepted him and his
weight, wrapped her arms and legs around him, and held on as he
breathed. This was the man Molly wanted to spend her life with.
There was much more to learn about and from him. She wanted and
hoped to experience everything life offered with him at her
side.

Molly couldn’t be happier as they
snuggled under a blanket on the long leather couch in the
screened-in back porch. The moonlight shined through tree branches
and made it feel almost like it was daytime.

They weren’t doing anything special,
unique or sexual. An occasional word or two was spoken, but they
simply sat quietly with each other.

It gave her time to think, not
dwell, but think through what had happened and what, if anything,
she’d change. There was only one thing: to not have the tattooed
portrait of a past partner on her back. If she wanted to label it,
then a monkey on her back would suit it best.

“How hard would it be to have my
tattoo erased?” She said it out loud and hadn’t actually meant to.
However, she sensed she should get rid of some unwanted weight when
she told him what was on her mind.

“Many, many visits to someone who
uses lasers, and each visit will cost a chunk.” The news wasn’t the
best, but he went on and gave her hope. “You could find a tattoo
artist you trust and, if they’ll do it, have them do a cover-up
tat. I’ve seen a few of those and you can’t see the original ink
without looking hard.”

“Interesting. You’ve given me an
option I hadn’t thought of,” she murmured and started to think
about a potential new opportunity to erase the ink. She wasn’t
ashamed of having a tattoo, but she was of having a past boyfriend
who, at the end of their relationship, treated her like dirt. It
actually sounded more like a viable solution and a great deal
cheaper. Maybe she could get rid of him and move on with life. She
wanted to get on with things and not be ashamed of her past or her
back.

What a joy it would be to shake off
the past and be free of a mistake she’d once made. The more her
tattoo circled around in her head, the sooner she realized exactly
what the first step into something new should be.

“From the age of twelve or thirteen,
somewhere around there, he was my coach for riding and eventually
eventing. He was my world. Everyday we’d meet up and for hours we’d
talk and do all things horse related. On my sixteenth birthday, we
had sex for the first time. I was an adult and we were starting a
life as a couple, at least to me.”

“Sixteen? We’re talking about a
child. You couldn’t make any decisions at such a young and
undeveloped age.” Despite their relaxed positions, he didn’t keep
the note of anger out of his voice. She knew he wasn’t upset with
her, but with someone else. It was nice for someone to see the law
said one thing and know human nature another.

“The legal age for consent in
England is sixteen. He didn’t break any laws, although I look back
now and know I wasn’t versed enough in life experience to make such
a decision.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered and held
her tighter. She wasn’t sure what he was sorry for, but it didn’t
matter. Being in his arms seemed to heal her open
wounds.

“Both my parents were Olympic riders
and it was my goal to be one as well. I figured it was in my blood
and therefore a given. I was going to win the gold and surpass
them, be better than them, and they encouraged me to think in such
terms. Eventually my father retired and worked as an advisor for
the British team. There was never an assumption I was entitled to
any special treatment by the rest of the team or me. Particularly
me, but my skill and numbers put me there.”

While they’d never been a
particularly close family, she hadn’t anticipated what
happened.

“We were at Beijing and I’d made it
into the final round for individual eventers. I was preparing for
the last leg, cross-country, and looked for Max. Usually he would
be at my side, helping me get my horse settled and giving me advice
on the course. Then I found him and a daughter of another advisor.
They were walking with their arms around each other. It was no big
deal until the two became touchy feely and my eyes were opened.
Finally, I realized why he hadn’t been around as much.

“Needless to say, my head wasn’t in
the mindset for intense riding and I was thrown. Of course I got
back on, redid the jump, and made it across the line in goodish
time. I won the bronze, not the gold. There was no goodbye, we’re
finished, let’s move on. As far as I was concerned, we were done
and there was no reason for a confrontation.”

Molly took a deep breath and got to
the part that had hurt more than the breakup.

“I was sad and figured eventually I
could move on, but it wasn’t to be. After all the muck, I left when
my parents told me to stop crying over a man. They figured I should
be crying over my horrific performance at the Olympics. Apparently
I’d shamed them and their standing within the equestrian community.
How could they continue to claim their expertise when their own
daughter, the golden child for the British equestrian team, choked,
failed…you get the idea.”

There, the ugly marks on her past
were out there. She wasn’t sure what she wanted from Jon and tried
hard to not have any expectations, either. Sharing the past with
someone was one thing, wanting them to say something to make it all
better was wrong.

With his chin rested on top of her
head and arms around her tightly, he shared a sigh. There were a
few ways she could take his response. Molly settled on the one she
wanted and hoped it was the same for him. Ultimately she was not
happy with how her parents handled the situation.

“Five years is too long to waste
thinking about when people don’t support you.” The quiet statement
had a good dose of truth to it. In the end, the fact they were her
parents didn’t matter. They didn’t support her as a young woman,
fine, life had continued. She needed to forgive them and move
on.

“You’re right. I should call them
and get on with my life. I’m almost twenty-six years old, there’s a
lot more to come my way.” She moved her head to rest on his bicep
and looked directly at him, locking her eyes to his. “Thank you for
listening and not judging.”