Redemption (Iris Series) (28 page)

They stood that way for a moment or two in the silence, simply resting in the wonder of the embrace.  Quiet tears were streaming from her eyes.  She didn’t want to let him go.

And now that it was the end of Day 40, she didn’t have to.

“Hey, stranger,” he said, his voice muffled in her hair.  She could feel the rumble deep in his throat.
             

She turned her face into his neck and breathed in his scent, then began kissing him.  His neck, his cheek, then his eyes, nose, and finally settling on his perfect mouth, holding his head still with her hands to accept her onslaught.

The only things that could be heard were her kisses and their moans, as he walked with her toward the bedroom.

“Jon,” she breathed in between kisses.  “Tell me you’re really here.  I’m a little drunk.  Am I hallucinating?”

He growled on a laugh as his hands had moved to her ass by this point, holding her tight against him so she could feel his excitement and arousal.  Her sex was throbbing for him.

His mouth devoured hers not giving her a moment to breathe, and mated with hers claiming it as his own while he groaning in frenzied desire.

“Yan,” he said, breaking away.  “I’m definitely here.  Can you feel this?”  He ground into her again.  “This is
not
a hallucination.  How drunk are you?  God, I missed you.”  He kissed away her tears, then continued to pull at her mouth with his own, plucking and sucking at her lips.

He walked her into the bedroom still holding her tightly in his arms.  Candles were lit in there, too.  They were everywhere.

He was here.  Jonathan was here. 

And it was going to be Day 41. 

She couldn’t seem to wrap her brain around that fact.  She loved him so much it was almost painful and she wanted, no
needed
him to fill her in every way possible.  If she could, she would crawl beneath his skin and burrow there.

She pulled back her lips from his and looked deeply into his baby blues, touching his face.

“Not too drunk.  Your mom?  Is everything okay—?”

“Shh.  Everything’s great.  There’ll be plenty of time to talk about that later,” he said quietly, raising one hand from her bottom and gripping her hair.  He planted soft kisses all around her lips, her chin, her neck.  “Right now, it’s just you and me.  It’s just you and me,” he whispered, ending at her lips. 

Resting his mouth on hers, he whispered, “Have you reflected enough?  Do you need more time?” he asked with a smile.

She breathed out a light laugh. 

“Not on your life, JBG.  I’m so ready,” she moaned, grinding her hips into his, gripping him tighter with her legs still wrapped around his waist. 

“Yeah?” he teased.  “What have you learned during this 40 day fast, sex goddess?”  He tossed her onto the bed so she bounced slightly.

Before she could even answer, her heart nearly stopped.  His hungry eyes were pinned on her, mesmerizing her.  Licking his lips, he let his gaze travel down her body zeroing in on the juncture of her thighs where her lace black thong was now in full view since her short dress had moved up when he tossed her.  His eyes burned into hers with lust while he took one foot in his hand and slowly began removing one of her sandaled heels.

She was so turned on and distracted by his look that she momentarily forgot what he asked her.

“What was the question again?” she breathed.

“You sure you’re not too drunk?” he smiled.

“Baby, don’t you dare think about stopping.  I swear, JBG.  I’m not too drunk.  Don’t get all noble on me,” she moaned.

He chuckled.  “The question was,” he began quietly, kneading at her instep, “what have you learned?” 

When he pressed his fingers into her foot, she nearly climaxed.  She felt on fire and her breathing was coming out in choppy breaths.

His look was so intense, so focused on her.  It told her he was going to fuck her
, and good.  She couldn’t wait. 

His eyes were latched onto hers then he raised her leg and rested her ankle on his shoulder.  With some force and still waiting for her reply, he grabbed her hips and yanked her to the edge of the bed.

At this point her dress was hiked up past her waist and he was looking so longingly at her sex, she hoped he could see how ready and wet she was for him.  He looked like a controlled lion waiting to pounce.  Instead of saying anything, he reached for her other foot to remove the heeled sandal and rubbed at her instep.

She gasped and squirmed as he placed her other ankle on his other shoulder.

He stroked his hands, lightly tickling his fingers up and down her legs from the tops of her thighs, to her calves, then to her toes.  He continued to repeat the gesture.

“What have you
learned
, Ayanna?” he asked, a little more impatiently.  That was the third time he asked her and apparently she wasn’t getting any until she answered him.

Her brain wasn’t working on all cylinders and her breath came out in puffs as she finally answered his thrice asked question.

“I learned that even though I’ve had sex many times before,” she began quietly, “I know having you inside me—is gonna be a whole new experience.” 

She thought of the
DAY 40
pizza blog she’d posted that morning. 

As if reading her mind, he said, “I read your blog today.”

She looked at him, surprised.  A beautiful warmth bloomed inside her.

He stilled his hands and swallowed.  After a moment, his fingers slowly continued their journey up and down her legs.  “Go on,” he murmured, his eyes probing hers.  “What else did you learn?”

“I learned,” she continued, “that I had devalued this—precious expression of desire.  I devalued it so much that I didn’t even necessarily enjoy it anymore.  It had simply become a way to release the pressure of need built up inside me.  There was no emotion, no connection.  It was just a physical release.”

She reached her hand up and rested it on his which had stopped on her thigh.

“And most importantly,” she whispered, “I learned there is nothing in this world I would rather do than experience this precious gift, for the first time,” she paused, “with
you
.”

She swallowed back the tears that were hovering so close to the surface.

Geez, she had turned into Ryann with all of her waterworks lately.

Jon gently pushed her legs off of his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, pulling her snuggly to him as he leaned down and rested his chest on top of hers.

He nuzzled his nose with hers then kissed both of her cheeks, then her nose, then her mouth.  She touched his face.

“That sounds like some good self-discovery,” he breathed out quietly.  “And you know what, my beautiful sweet Ayanna?  There is nothing in this world
I
would rather do than experience that precious gift with you.  I don’t want to just have sex with you, I don’t want to just fuck you.  I want you to feel cherished, worshipped, respected. 
Loved,
” he said quietly. 

She blinked back her tears, but a small sob escaped.  He kissed both of her eyes.

He kissed her mouth softly then began a slow grind into her.

“And fucked, too,” he chuckled with a cute shrug.  He licked his lips.  “Very.  Well.  Fucked,” he growled, punctuating that last word with a grind of his hips. 

Her tears immediately stopped and she grabbed his face to kiss him.

He backed his face away, a teasing smile on his lips and a glint in his eye.

“Do you remember whose domain this is, baby?”

She bit her lip then exhaled harshly with frustration.  This man was killing her and she was loving every second.

She nodded.

“Say it.”

“It’s yours.”

“That’s right,” he said, finally leaning forward to take her bottom lip between his teeth and bite softly down.

The slick folds of her sex pulsated and became even slicker as he slowly rotated his hips and ground into her.  

She let out a garbled sound.

“You didn’t see the bed when we came in, did you?” he whispered against her lips.

Her brow wrinkled.  All she saw were a million candles.  In fact there were so many little flames of light, the room was lit very well.  However, she had apparently not seen the bed as closely as he had wanted her to.

“No, why?”

Her hands were now resting on his forearms and his lips had moved to her neck.

“Look above you on the bed, Ayanna,” he demanded quietly, kissing just below her ear.

She looked back behind her and just as he sank his teeth into her earlobe, she noticed the red restraints attached to her iron headboard.

And at the end were fuzzy cuffs.

She would’ve laughed had she not been so aroused.  She felt like she was going to burst and squeezed her thighs around his waist.  She moaned slightly and turned her head back to him just as he moved away from her neck to look in her eyes.

She had never seen him look so fucking sexy.  The anticipation zinged through her.

“Where the hell did you get those, champ?”

“Bought especially for the occasion,” he whispered with a smile.  “Do you trust me?”

She nodded, not able to speak she was so turned on.

“Good,” he purred.  “Because Johnny Be Good is gonna be
very
good to you, baby.  So good you’re not gonna be able to
stand
it.”  His voice was dripping with the promise of stupendous sex.

She bit her lip and squirmed.

“Impatient?”

“I’ve been waiting a long time, champ,” she chuckled.

“Yes, you have.  And you’re gonna be waiting,” he looked over at the clock on her nightstand, “17 more minutes.”  His eyes were smiling.

She turned her head up and looked back at the clock.

11:43.

She dropped her head back on a groan.

“Please, Jon,” she moaned.  “You’re not gonna make me wait 17 minutes. 
Please
.”

He had an innocent look on his face.

“It’s not Day 41 yet.  Do you think I can come up with other things to do to you for 17 minutes?”

Before his words registered in her brain, he took her arms and raised them above her head.  Now kneeling between her legs, he quickly fastened one of her wrists in the cuffs then scooted her up on the bed so he could position her to his liking.

Once her body was placed, he took her other wrist and fastened it.  Her wrists were now securely within the confines of the fuzzy Velcro cuffs high above her head, and Ayanna’s breathing had ratcheted up to a whole new level.

He looked down at her with heat in his eyes and a promising smirk on his lips.

“How ya doin’?”

“Good,” she said, the word barely making a sound from her mouth.  She was better than good.  She was fan-fuckin-tastic, but she was trying to calm herself before she had a heart attack.  All he had to do was touch her once and she was pretty sure she was going to go off like a rocket.

The side of his mouth kicked up into a semblance of a smile and one of his eyebrows shot up. 

“Just good?” he murmured.  “Let’s see if I can help that along.”

She was lying on the bed, her dress in disarray twisted around her and her black lace panties showing.

He looked down between her legs. 

“I’ve been waiting to see your pussy since the first time I saw you in those black leggings and blue top, your hair in a messy ponytail.”  He swallowed and looked into her eyes.  “When I came in holding that pizza for Ryann a couple of months ago, I looked past her and saw
you
.  You took my breath away.”

He had hidden it well.  She remembered thinking he couldn’t care less about her.

She softened into the bed, which he had turned down for them.  The pink silk sheets only added to the sensuality of the experience, feeling wonderful on her skin.

While he was still holding her gaze with his, he slowly climbed between her legs and hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties, then with painstaking precision skated them down her legs and dropped them to the floor.

She watched him as he first looked at her waxed skin.  It was completely smooth, already pink and swollen, glistening and ready for him.  His chest was moving faster as he took deep long breaths, looking down at her and memorizing the look of her.  He took the back of his hand and brushed it over the dainty and feminine looking tattoo encircling her belly button. 

Then he sat back on his heels and spread her legs wide so he could enjoy the view.  The flush high on his cheekbones told her he was thoroughly aroused by what he was seeing, and he slowly stroked over her smooth mound with a finger.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he said with a quiet groan.  “So pink and pretty.”

She was becoming more and more turned on just by watching him enjoy her.  His finger tickled.  She was itching to have him inside her.