Redemption (Iris Series) (31 page)

Her skin felt hot everywhere and the sensations continued to build as she pumped a little faster.

“You want faster, babe?”

His hand moved off of her ass and reached back behind her.

In the next second, the vibrator was switched onto high and she let out a gasp, starting to pump even harder.

He stilled her and smiled.  “Not yet, babe. 
Feel
it.”

She was still gasping, gripping the headboard.  The vibrations were moving so fast against her ass that she couldn’t concentrate, feeling like she was going to come at any moment.

He leaned forward to her ear and whispered, “Are you ready to get fucked now, Ayanna?”

He didn’t wait for her response, but grabbed her ass, lifted her and slammed her down onto him.

“Hold
on
, baby,” he groaned.

She did, just as she felt a scream start low in her chest.  He wouldn’t stop pounding into her over and over, his hands gripping her and not allowing her to control the movements.  Her nipples were chafing against his chest hair, her head was back and still she held on for dear life, her fingers gripping into the headboard.

“Jon!” she moaned and gasped.

“Come on. 
Come
for me,” he growled, fucking her to within an inch of her life.

The vibrations were running through her while his cock continued slamming into her.  Between that and the stimulation of her nipples on his chest, along with his words and hands, he tipped her over the edge as she screamed and began coming, feeling out of control completely.  She wasn’t thinking anything coherently, just feeling and feeling and
feeling
him inside and all around her, vibrations everywhere, carrying her until she couldn’t take anymore.

“That’s it
. That’s it,” he groaned.  “All the way, Yan.”  

She practically slumped onto him grinding her forehead into his face, a keening noise coming from her as he surged into her one last time and held her down onto him while he came inside the condom. 

A couple of moments later, he turned off the vibrator and removed it from her ass cheeks, then held her to him while they tried to get their bearings.

They lay together front to front for what seemed like forever.  She was tingling all over still feeling the remnants of the explosive climax leaving her body.  She moved her hands from the headboard and wrapped them around his stomach, snuggling into him.

“B.O.B. and I have never been acquainted in quite that way before,” she mumbled into his chest.  “That was fucking awesome.”  Then, “Let’s sleep just like this.”

She felt the laugh in his chest.  He rolled them both so she was underneath him and they were still connected.

“I agree.  That
was
fucking awesome,” he said kissing her sweetly on the mouth.  “Let me get rid of this condom then blow out the candles.  I left a towel here for you.  I didn’t want to get any lube on your sheets.  They look expensive.  Are they silk?  I remember loving them when I slept over.”

She nodded sleepily, and smiled up at him.  “They are.  It’s one of my vices,” she said yawning.

“I like ’em.  They feel good on the skin.  Soft and smooth.  Like you.”  He leaned down and nipped at her lips.

She smiled tiredly, running her finger down his ribcage.

He went to use the bathroom and when he came out she went in to use it while he went into the living room to blow out the candles.  By the time he made it back to the bedroom, she had already blown out the tea lights in there and had one still lit for him to be able to see.  He climbed into bed with her, covered them with the sheet then leaned over to blow it out.

Once the room was plummeted into darkness, she cuddled into him and he reached across to drape her over his body.

She let out a sigh of contentment, whispering, “I’m so glad you’re home.”

He hugged her to him and kissed the top of her head, running his hand through her hair.  “Ditto, babe.”

A moment of silence passed then Ayanna felt like she needed to get something off her chest.  She played with his chest hair and said, “Thank you.”

His hand stopped its movement in her hair for a moment before it continued its ministrations.

“For what?”

She swallowed but didn’t say anything, trying to work around the lump in her throat. 

He wasted no time and brought them face to face so he could nuzzle her neck and face, kissing her and bringing her close to him.

“For what?” he repeated.

She kissed him on his mouth, his cheek, stroked his face, still trying to speak around her emotion.  What the hell was wrong with her?

“Come here,” he whispered, then snuggled her close, rubbing at her scalp and hair and holding her close against his chest. 

“Talk to me, Ayanna.”

She took a moment to gather her thoughts and work through her emotion.  Finally, she spoke.

“There are so many things I want to thank you for.  I’m not even sure where to start.”

He waited, still playing with her hair.

“Thank you for waiting for me.  For giving this a chance.  For loving me,” she whispered, feeling like a child.

She felt so overwhelmed with vulnerability at the moment, it was taking all of her power not to burst into tears.

His hand stilled and although it was dark in the room, he cupped her chin and directed her gaze up to him so he could kiss her.

“There’s no thanks needed for that.  It’s an absolute pleasure loving you.  You’re very easy to love.”  He stroked her face.  “My sweet Ayanna,” he murmured.  “So easy to love.”

He kissed her then rested her head on his chest again. 

“Yan,” he began, “someday you’re gonna believe that.”

She snuggled into him and thought of her parents.  Even though she had never been good enough for them, here was this man loving her,
all
of her, warts, potty mouth, and all.

She was so happy he was back.

“You’re helping that along, champ,” she said quietly.  Then she turned her head and kissed his chest, settling her head back down.

She remained quiet, but listened to his heartbeat, thinking.

“I can almost hear those gears turning.  What are you thinking about?”

She cleared her throat.  “My parents.”

“Keep going.”

She sighed.  “I invited them to dinner.”

He moved and pulled her face up to him again. 

“You did?” he asked, his voice full of surprise.

“Yeah.”  She paused.  “I was thinking about you, and how you nearly lost your mom,” she said quietly, touching his face letting her fingers linger on his mouth.  “I was feeling like it was time I looked at my shit.  All of it.  This 40 day thing helped me to see more than just my reasons for fucking around with loser guys.” 

She hesitated then put her head back on his shoulder. For some reason she didn’t want to be facing him when she talked about this.

“So, I called my mom last week and her administrative assistant didn’t really know who I was.  How pitiful is that?  I mean, I don’t imagine my parents and I will ever be best friends, but when it was obvious her assistant didn’t even know who ‘Ayanna’ was, and I had to tell her I was Ina Sarin’s daughter. It made me feel a little sick.”

He continued to touch her, rub at her shoulder, stroke her arm,
and touch her hair.  He was letting her know through his body language that he was not only there for her, he was listening. 

She couldn’t have loved him more at that moment.

“How did the conversation go?”

“Surprisingly well.  We didn’t fight, which was kind of a first for us.  It’s their anniversary this week, so I asked her if they wanted to come to dinner and I invited my brother too.”

“I’m so proud of you, babe,” he whispered, then kissing her head.  “I’m sure it wasn’t easy to call her.”

She shrugged a little.  “She asked how I was doing and I told her about the new job.  She wanted to know how much it paid,” she said with frustration.  “Some things never change.”

“There are two ways you can look at that, Yan,” he murmured.  “You can look at it the ‘Day 1’ way and say she only asked because she thinks little of you for not having a career like hers with a lot of money. 
Or
you can look at it the ‘Day
41
’ way and say she wants to make sure her daughter is cared for and won’t struggle financially.”

Ayanna let that sink in.  She remembered the thoughts she’d had about her grandparents and wondered how much they played into her mom’s issues about money.  She’d never thought to ask and now she wanted to.  She was
ready
to.

“Yeah,” she whispered.

“So how did it end?  Are they coming for dinner?”

“Yup.  Saturday night,” she said snuggling closer.  She was nervous about asking him, but wanted him to be there so badly.  Before she could ask, he interrupted her thoughts.

“Do you need someone in your corner that night?  I’d actually like to meet them, unless you’d rather—”

Her head shot up.

“You would?” she asked, shocked.  “You would come?”  Her face split into a grin and she squealed, then she grabbed his face and kissed him.

“Wow,” he murmured in between her attack on his mouth and wrapped his arms around her.  “I just have to invite myself to dinner, and you’ll give me some of this?  In that case, I’d like to invite myself to dinner every night, please,” he chuckled, her lips still kissing him madly all over his face.

She stopped to take a breath.

“I wanted to ask you, but I didn’t know if you would be interested, or if it would scare you off,” she said, so happy.  “You’d really come?”  She still couldn’t believe it.

He grabbed her face so that their lips were almost touching.

“Of
course
I would come.  This is a huge night for you.  Do you think I’d make you face it alone?”

She rested her face on his, holding back the tears. 
Enough with the waterworks, Ayanna!

He picked her face back up so he could make his point. 

“Listen very closely to me, Ayanna,” he said as if talking to a five year old.  “I’m in
love
with you.  Do you understand what that means?  That means I want to support you in what’s important to you.”  He kissed her forehead.  “I want to hold your hand when you’re scared.”  He kissed her cheek.  “I want to punch the living shit out of asshole bosses who put their hands on you when they shouldn’t,” he said nuzzling her lips.  “I want to do manly things like get a truck for you when you need to get furniture,” he murmured with a smile.

He flipped her onto her back before she knew what he was doing and nestled himself between her legs, then nibbled on her lips.

“I want to eat the dinners that you make me.  I want to sleep with you.  I want to
fuck
you,” he murmured and ground his already hard cock into her sweet spot.

“And I
def
initely want to meet your parents so they can see how much I love their beautiful and brilliant daughter.  They’ll see that even though you’re not a doctor or lawyer, you’re still worthy of being loved.  And even though you may not put on the airs of the ‘Day 1’ Ayanna anymore, the ‘Day 1’ Ayanna is just as worthy of being loved as the ‘Day 41’ Ayanna,” he said kissing her.

He released her mouth, but stayed close.  “
You
made the effort to patch things up with them. 
You
did that, Ayanna.  And no matter what happens at dinner, no matter how they act, you’ll know that I’m there, being so damn proud of you for making that first move despite your fears, and being so proud of how much you’ve grown and accomplished,” he said, touching her hair. 

Tears were streaming down her face and she reached up and kissed him silly again.

He moaned into her mouth and before he could stop himself, he slipped inside her, all the way to the hilt.

They both gasped while kissing and went at each other, stroking and touching, her hands all over his back, his in her hair holding her down on the bed.  She pulled her legs back as far as she could and pushed up into him, taking more of him inside.

“Condom,” he groaned then kissed her again.  “I need to get a condom,” he said, trying to still their movements and catch his breath to slow down.

“I’m on the pill,” she breathed.  “I’m on the pill,” she said again. 

He groaned again and pulled out, then thrust into her.  “Are you okay with this?  Because you feel fucking amazing,” he said nuzzling her neck.  “I’ll stop if you want me to, but I really don’t want to stop.”  He let out a deep satisfied sound then moaned, “I’m healthy, I promise.” 

“I am too,” she panted.  “God, JBG, you feel so good.  I’ve never had sex without a condom before,” she moaned. 

“Me either,” he said, breathing heavily.  She could feel his smile on her neck.  “Mmm.  I’m glad we have this ‘first’ together,” he murmured.  “Are you sure you’re okay with this?  Because I’m
totally
okay with this.  God, you feel good,” he whispered as an afterthought.