Redemption (Iris Series) (29 page)

He licked his lips, then bit down on his lower lip and raised his eyes to her.  While they looked at each other he dipped a finger into her creaminess at the opening and ran it through her folds to her throbbing clit.

When he touched her there, she whimpered and shot her hips up into the air to reach even closer to his finger.

“Mmm.  You like when I touch you here?” he whispered, methodically rubbing more of her arousal all over her sex, teasing her now.  He dipped the tips of his middle and ring fingers into her weeping core and teased some more, lightly pumping them in and out while she gasped and gyrated her hips to relieve the glorious pressure building.

He chuckled softly then looked at the clock. 

“11:47. Thirteen minutes and counting.”

Then he dipped his fingers back in and watched her, his eyes gleaming.  “You’re so wet for me.  So hot.  Do you know what that does to me?” he murmured.

“What?” she whispered, wiggling a little against his fingers trying to take more of him inside her.  He felt so good.

He leaned forward until his lips rested on her mouth.  “You’re gonna find out in 13 minutes,” he promised.  He nibbled on her lips, mimicking the movement of his fingers with his tongue. 

A moment later he said, “I told you awhile back that your body was gonna be worshipped.  Head to toe.  Front and back.  Isn’t that what I said?” his gravelly voice asked.

“I think I remember hearing that, yeah,” she said, lightheaded.  Her nipples were tingling and were so hard, they were chafing against the black lace cups of her bra every time she took a breath.

He took the fingers out of her center and raised them to his mouth, sucking on them while his eyes bore into hers. 

“Oh, yeah.”  He licked his fingers clean.

She whimpered and pulled on the restraints.

Then he leaned back and said, “Pick your back up a little off the bed.”

She did as he asked and he shimmied her dress up past her breasts, over her head, and let the light fabric of the dress pool on her hands above her.

She imagined the picture she made before him.  Spread out for him to see, her arms high above her, her midnight black hair in long layers all around her face, and her heaving breasts nearly popping out of her bra.

He looked down at her breasts, took both hands to plump them up and began lightly scraping his thumbs back and forth over her very erect nipples pushing against the lace.

She let out a groan and her head thrashed on the bed.  She swore her eyes were rolling back into her head.  He continued teasing her nipples while he said, “I wanted to see your pussy, your breasts,” he whispered.  “When I first saw you.  I wanted to taste you. 
All
of you.”

He leaned down and while he continued plucking at her nipples through the lace, he kissed her collarbone then moved his lips down the center of her chest until he was nibbling right between her breasts, his teeth playing at the clasp there.

For some reason, that caused a whole new gush of wetness to settle between her legs.  She was throbbing for him and began moving herself against him in earnest, dying from the sweet torture.

He moved his hands to the center and released the bra clasp, then spread it open reverently as if opening an expensive present.

His breathing got even faster as his eyes looked at her naked breasts for the first time.  One hand went to a nipple and plucked it, lightly pinching it and pulling it away from her body, stretching it.  Then he dove in and laved the other one with his tongue.

She moaned.  “
Jon.
”

When she felt the scrape of his teeth on it, she cried out even more.

He didn’t stop, but kept nibbling and sucking at her nipple making humming sounds while his fingers played with the other.

“Jon,” she breathed, his name coming out in two syllables because her breathing was erratic at this point.  “I’m
begging
you.”

He ignored her and switched sides.  The cotton from his t-shirt rubbed against her stomach, and the multiple sensations of his jean clad thickness pressing against her clitoris, his teeth and fingers on her nipples, her arms being restrained, and even the slightest move from the cotton of his shirt had her thrashing and squirming.  She was close to coming and he wasn’t inside her yet.

“What time is it?” she begged.  “
What time is it?
”  She was desperate.

Her nipple came out of his mouth with a soft pop, and then he cradled her torso with his arms, putting both hands on either side of her face slowing down the pace. 

“I love the way you feel.  You fit me perfectly. 
You’re
perfect, Yan,” he whispered, kissing her sweetly on the mouth.

She was momentarily distracted from the time on the clock as he continued to whisper sweet words.

“You’re beautiful, Ayanna.  So good, so loyal.  You deserve all that’s good out there, baby.  Every good thing that comes to you,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck.

She had no idea why his words were affecting her so much, but they were.  Perhaps it was because she had never heard a man say them.  Especially to
her
.  And certainly not in the midst of getting laid.

The realization hit her that she wasn’t getting laid.  She was being made love to.  For the first time in her life.  She was beginning to understand that perhaps the reason he wasn’t telling her the time was because he didn’t want her to think he
only
cared about fucking her.

A quiet lone tear rolled down her cheek.  And if the tear had words attached to it, it would be screaming her love for him.

“Shh,” he whispered, soothing her, kissing away the tear.

“What time is it, Jon?” she begged.

“I’m not done worshipping my gorgeous sex goddess yet, so it doesn’t really matter,” he murmured in a teasing tone.

“Yes, it matters,” she said letting out a frustrated sound.  “This sex goddess wants you to worship her while being
inside
her.”

He chuckled.  “I’m sure she does, and trust me, I
will
be inside her.  So deep she’s gonna be screaming.”

“When?” she moaned.

He made a big production of looking above her at the clock.

“Wow.  Would you look at that?”  He looked back at her.  “Seven more minutes to go before
we hit Day 41.  I know exactly what I want to do with it, too.”

Without a warning, he leaned back, picked her hips up and brought her to his mouth.  And sucked.

Her heart jumped as she watched him latch onto her from below.  She bucked immediately and knew she was going to come within moments.  She moaned long and loud, yelling his name, while he watched her from above and continued to feast on her.

She fought against the restraints and felt the build, the pressure. 

“Jon!  Jon!” she gasped over and over.

He pulled back and captured the labia between his teeth.

“No,” she moaned, “
Please.
”

“You taste just like I knew you would,” he licked at her juices, taking a minute to plant open mouthed kisses on her, applying a light suction but staying away from the small bundle of nerves where she desperately needed him.  “Your cookie
is
sweet and creamy on the inside,” he smiled against her. 

She laughed at his bad joke, but then whined with frustration.

He sucked at the crease of her thigh, grabbing the skin there lightly with his teeth.  Finally, he released her, and crawled off the bed. 

Then, he looked at her as he took off his shirt.

She almost sighed in relief, looking at his gorgeous cut chest and abs.  He was beautiful and he was hers.  And she knew if he was finally disrobing, Day 41 was about to commence, and the consummation was near.

She smiled brilliantly at him, but her smile slipped a notch when he purposefully unsnapped his jeans, lowered the zipper then pulled them down and off of his body, carrying the boxer briefs with them.

His penis was gloriously thick and long, and curved a bit to the left.  He had a birthmark at the top of his right thigh near his sac and as she looked closer, the very hard and erect evidence of his excitement glistened with pre-ejaculate. 

She licked her lips.

He gave her a lazy smile.

“See something you like, Yan?”

She moved her eyes from his cock to his eyes, and nodded slowly.

He walked over to the nightstand, got a condom and tore it open, rolling it on.

“Two minutes left,” he breathed.  “Just enough time to finish what I started.”

He settled his face between her legs, put his hands under her ass, and grabbed her clit between his lips biting lightly down into the spongy bit of flesh.

She screamed, while he sucked and sucked and sucked. 

Then she exploded into a thousand pieces.

He hummed with her still in his mouth, sucking and pulling on her with his lips.

She gritted her teeth pulling at the restraints, and bucked uncontrollably in his hands, gasping and moaning.

“Ride it all the way out, Yan,” he murmured against her.  And she did, until she fell lax and exhausted in his hands.

He removed his mouth from her tingling sex and kissed his way up her body, tickling at her belly button and tracing his tongue around her tattoo nibbling his way up.  He stopped at her nipples and bit lightly at both of them.

“God, Jon,” she groaned.  “
Now.
”

His eyes gleamed and he fit himself snuggly in the notch of her legs, crouching so his knees were high up underneath her thighs lifting her slightly off the bed.

She let out a whimper as her sex clenched, anticipating the moment it had been waiting for, the moment
she
had been waiting for.

He cradled her in his arms and rested his mouth on hers.  She could taste her arousal on him.

“Are you ready, Ayanna?” he whispered, teasing her opening with his erection.

“Yes,” she moaned in frustration.  “
Now!
”

Without further ado, he thrust into her.

And carried her into a new day.

They both moaned long and hard as they connected their bodies and souls for the first time.  He was deep inside her, the tip of his cock kissing her womb.

“Yan,” he breathed.  He gritted his teeth. 

He pulled out slowly, her sex sucking at him greedily, begging him to stay in the warm cocoon of her body.  He was nearly out of her when he pushed forcefully back in, causing her to move upward on the bed.

She let out a keening sound.  He felt incredible, filling her so completely.

His hands anchored under her shoulders to hold her in place.  She was so close to him physically.  With her arms above her, his hands, arms, and torso were all over her. 

She needed more.

“Jon.  Let me touch you.  I need to touch you,” she nearly sobbed. 

He kissed her tenderly, slowly nibbling at her lips, teasing her.  He tortured her with his slow methodical movements, pulling out then grinding his hips into her when pushing back in.  While he did so, he tickled the sides of her breasts with his fingers letting his thumbs skate over to her nipples. 

She was pulling on the restraints, dying to feel him with her hands, scratch her nails down his back, hug him to her and run her fingers through his hair.  She was about to go over the edge and one more time she begged him.

“
Jon
,” she whimpered.

He looked her in the eyes, pushing in and out of her, hitting her clit with his hips every time he ground into her.

“What do you need, baby?  Tell me,” he said, kissing her lightly on the lips, resting them there, mingling their breaths.

“I need to touch you. 
God
,” she moaned.  “I want to touch you, Jon.”  She pulled against the cuffs again.

He rested his forehead on hers and whispered, “I want you to touch me, too.  But I need to tell you something first.”

She looked up at him with a question in her eyes.

There was a long pause then he looked her in the eye, and said, “I’m in love with you, Ayanna Sarin.”

She blinked, not sure if she heard him right.  Then she closed her eyes as the tears formed and started shaking her head.

Her breath came out in choppy bursts of air.  “Don’t say it just because
—”

As she was shaking her head no, he was nodding his head yes and took her face in his hands to still her.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

She did.  His face was close and he looked so intense.  Almost angry.

“Do you really think I’d say something as important as that because I felt
obligated
?”

He loved her?

“Jonathan?” she whispered.  The question in her voice asked
Do you really mean it?
  She bit her lip while feeling the tears prick her eyes.

He smiled mischievously at her.  “You don’t believe me?  That’s not a very good start to this relationship.” 

As if to reinforce his point, he increased his rhythm and began fucking her in earnest, faster and faster until their bodies were slapping and their groans and whimpers were the only sounds heard in the room.

“Does it feel like I’m lying to you?” he groaned as he slammed into her again.

“Jon,” she sobbed as she rocked faster and faster into his hips, colliding their bodies.  Her legs were wrapped around him tightly while he kissed her mouth, groaning into hers.

“Say it, Yan,” he said with gritted teeth.  “Say the words.”

“I love you,” she breathed, whimpering.

He pounded into her, moving her up the bed even while holding her still with his hands under her shoulders.  Then in a sudden move, he leaned back on his knees carrying her hips up with him, pushing into her over and over.

His face shown with dominance and strain, and he growled, “I want to feel you come around me, Ayanna. 
Now.
Come
on.
”

She let out a loud high pitched moan as he pumped into her, aggressively taking her, claiming her, making her his own. 

She pulled and strained and felt stretched beyond belief, on the precipice of that glorious tingling pressure making her feel ready to blow apart.

He respected her.

He wanted her.

He
loved
her.

With that thought, she screamed and began coming around him, her inner muscles squeezing him like a fist.  She was convulsing, bucking up into him as euphoric pleasure broke all around her and consumed her.

He growled and slammed into her two last times, holding her to him grinding and grinding, clenching his teeth as he came and came into her.

They stayed in that position for several seconds, wanting to feel every moment of the experience, hearing only their breathing and the echo of their lovemaking, enjoying that precious gift of desire and love with each other.

When he finally pulled out of her, he said quietly, “I’ll be right back.  Don’t go anywhere.” He had a twinkle in his eye looking up at her restrained wrists.

She chuckled with a roll of the eyes.

He gave her a humorous look then his naked form walked into the bathroom.

She rested back onto her silk sheets.  He loved her.

When he’d said those words to her, she’d nearly broken in two.  She had actually started to cry a little.  That was definitely a first for her during sex.

But then again, this wasn’t just sex.  And she was discovering with Jonathan there were going to be a lot of “firsts.”

He walked back into the room scratching at his stomach, then stopped and looked at her naked form stretched out before him.

“I hope you’re not tired.”  His cock twitched and his eyes took on a glow.  “Because we haven’t even gotten started, sweetheart.”

Her slumberous gaze latched onto his penis which was growing. 

“Maybe if you untie my hands, I can show you how awake I really am.”

“Hmm,” he said, climbing onto the bed and kneeling between her spread knees. “That might not be a bad idea,” he murmured.  He leaned down and nibbled at her areola all around her nipple.

She hummed with pleasure.  “You said you would let me touch you,” she wiggled.

“I know but it’s so nice having you like this.  No way out.  My captive.  I can do whatever I want with you,” he whispered against her nipple.

Zing!  God he did it for her.  In every way.  But she did want to touch him, and her shoulders were beginning to ache from all the straining she had done.

“Jon,” she said, frustrated.

“Alright,” then he leaned over her to release her wrists from the velcro cuffs.

His stomach was over her face, so she took the opportunity to reach her head up and lightly bite at his six pack of muscles.

He jumped then chuckled.  “Almost done, sex goddess.”

Once her wrists were out, she winced slightly and he said, “Come here, baby.”  He pulled her up by her hands so she was sitting up, then scooted behind her and began kneading her shoulders.

She purred, it felt so wonderful.  After massaging her shoulders and neck for a few moments, he let his hands massage down each arm, rubbing at her wrists and hands, too.  She almost started drooling she was so relaxed.

When he was done, he laid her back down onto the bed and stretched out next to her, stroking her face.  She did the same, touching his stomach, his shoulders, his arms.

She smiled up at him sexily. 

“You’re a good looking man, JBG.”    

“I’m glad you approve,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her.  He shifted so one of his legs was between hers and he supported his weight on his arms on either side of her.

She wrapped her arms tightly around him, buried her face in his neck, and sighed. 

“Are we gonna talk about the elephant in the room?” he asked with humor.

She stilled but kept the mood light.  “As long as I’m not the elephant in this scenario,” she chuckled.  Her hand reached down to enclose him with her fingers.  “You do have a trunk.  Maybe
you’re
the elephant.”

He leaned back with a smile then looked down at her, took a deep breath and began.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered, so serious as he looked her in the eye. “You have any thoughts on that?”

She felt the butterflies in her stomach.  She didn’t think she would ever tire of hearing him say those words.  She reached up and cupped his face with her hand.  He didn’t let her answer.

“When you told me you loved me outside the restaurant,” he paused and swallowed.  “Those words got me through the hardest two weeks of my life, Yan.”

She leaned up to kiss him softly. 

“I hadn’t intended on telling you,” she whispered, enjoying the intimacy of being in his arms.  Being so close to him.  “The words just came out.  I was so overwhelmed with feeling, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut,” she said with a little shrug.  “I’m sorry if I threw you.”

“Are you sorry you said it?”

“No,” she said without hesitation.

“Good.  I’m not sorry either.  I
am
sorry that I didn’t say anything back, but I was so surprised when you said it.  And I wanted to make sure I didn’t say it as a reflex.  I wanted to say it when we had time to talk about it.  Like now,” he smiled softly, kissing her lips, then her cheek, then her eyes.  He nuzzled her neck then looked at her again.  He stroked her cheek.

“I knew I couldn’t have sex with you until I was sure,” he said quietly.  “I wanted that for you.  For both of us.”

He truly was the best man she’d ever met, and she had never met anyone like him.

“Obviously we’ve both had plenty of sex before this and I imagine there was rarely love, if any, during those times.  But,” he paused, “with your journey these last several weeks, with my
own
journey over the past couple of months of getting to know you, looking at my own reasons for being judgmental or how I’d reacted to you—really watching you grow, seeing the real you emerge—”  He looked her in the eye.  “I just didn’t want this first time to be cheapened.  I wanted it to be the real thing.”

Ayanna was so unbelievably touched by his words.  “When did you know?” she asked, nervous as hell and sounding like a lost child.  She craved this new love and wanted to know everything about it.

He pushed the hair back from her face, rubbing his nose with hers. 

He smiled, “I think I knew when we were trying to get the sofa into the truck at IKEA.”

They laughed at the memory then he got serious.

“I’ve been attracted to you since day one, and Ryann was forever defending you to me when we weren’t getting along.  Just watching you that day we went to IKEA, with your realizations.  You were so happy.  I knew that you were becoming the woman you really wanted to be, and it was a beautiful thing to watch.  That’s when it started to hit me.”  He paused then asked, “When did
you
know?”

“I think I’ve always known, strangely enough.  You,” she hesitated, “you’re the type of guy I’ve always wanted deep down.  You’re so smart.  I love an intelligent man.”

He chuckled.  “I didn’t realize it was my brain that would turn you on so much,” he said grinding into her.

She laughed, then grabbed his face and kissed him.  “That’s not the only thing about you that turns me on, champ.  I also love your compassion.  And you’re so fucking sexy, I get wet just thinking about you.”

“Mmm,” he murmured kissing her neck and grinding his leg into her clit.

“You’re the first man who’s made me feel so many different emotions.  God, you could make me so fucking mad,” she chuckled. 

His eyes twinkled.

“I’d been falling in dribs and drabs, but when you stayed that night after Robert
, I knew.”  She paused then swallowed.  “No man has ever made me feel so cherished or protected.  When you started kissing me awake, and then stopped because you wanted me to make it through the 40 days?  I was a goner, JBG.  A complete and utter goner.”

He kissed her nose, then her mouth while stroking the hair away from her face.  She had never met a man who could be so tender and sexy and rough all at the same time.  It was a potent combination and made her heart flip.

His tongue mated with hers and she let her hands roam through his hair, then scratch at his back.  He arched into her as he groaned in her mouth and began to kiss her more insistently, aggressively licking and nibbling, biting at her lower lip.  Then he moved to her neck, just behind her ear, and nibbled some more.

She floated on the sensations.

His hand came to her breast and played with her nipple, causing it to harden and tingle.

A thought popped into her head.

“How did you get into my apartment?” she murmured while his mouth traveled down her neck to her chest.

“I can’t divulge all of my secrets,” he said, kissing his way to her nipple then capturing it between his lips and pulling.