Chapter Thirteen

He lifted his tousled head to meet her smouldering eyes, a renewed jolt of excitement coursing through his veins when her breathless reply to his request to move upstairs reached his ears.

“I think we’re good right here…..”

Another insistent tug at his belt buckle issued her silent demand for action and without a moment’s pause he complied, his thumbs roughly dragging the satin sides of her panties down past her thighs before releasing them to drop seamlessly around her ankles. In the same movement his right hand slid smoothly into the warm nest of curls between her legs, his fingers slipping into her moisture slickened folds.

A gasp of pleasure escaped from Rachel’s throat as she shuddered from his touch, her knees threatening to buckle as she finally yanked his belt open and threw open the button on his pants, her fingers deftly releasing his rigid cock from its confines. His girth filled her small hand, drops of pre-cum glistening from the engorged head that Rachel swiped away with her thumb, the brief friction causing Jon to growl as he let his own fingers probe further into her heat.

“Shit……….Rachel……..”

With a low grunt, his left hand reached up to pull the strap of her dress off her shoulder, his teeth nipping at the slender bra strap that he uncovered. Swiftly withdrawing his right hand from between her legs he braced her shoulders back against the wall, both hands working to quickly unbutton the small strip of buttons that ran down the front of her dress. Rachel’s fingers never paused in the sweet pumping of the sensitive skin encasing his erection, his blood flow seeming to emanate from her touch.

 

With no time to lose, her dress gaped open to reveal the firm pair of breasts bobbing gently in cups of white cotton, Jon’s eyes feasting hungrily on them before his attention was drawn once more to the fine gold chain lying between them. The links were so discrete the gold seemed to melt against her skin until the two sides joined just below the line of her bra, a pair of rings nestled comfortably against one another.

His eyes muddled with confusion briefly flicked back up to Rachel’s flushed face, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Her fingers tightening against his cock flashed his brain back to the present situation, any more thought of the mysterious rings chased away by a surge of testosterone fuelled blood to his brain. Quickly he used both hands to push the bra above her nipples, the creamy flesh of her breasts springing free into his waiting mouth. Her nipples rose to form stiff peaks as his tongue snaked around each in turn, nibbling and pulling until he could no longer take the sweet torment her fingers were teasing his aching shaft with.

Pulling back for a moment, he gazed into her eyes for reassurance, searching for any last minute doubts she may have been having but saw only slits of passion dancing in her dilated pupils.

“You sure about this baby?”

A quick nod was all the confirmation he needed and grabbing her hands from where they were stroking his cock he slammed them up against the wall above the tangled mess of her hair trapping them by the wrists with his right hand. With the other he neatly guided himself between her thighs, his knees bumping her legs apart until the tip of his cock was sliding against her slippery entrance.

“Now…….now……….”

Her plea came in short gasps of breathlessness, her body writhing from where his hand held her captive down to where his cock jabbed teasingly at her most intimate parts.

Releasing his grip on her wrists, Jon grasped her hips with both hands as he eased himself inside, slowly allowing his cock to slide deeper within the warm walls where she readily accepted him, her now free arms wrapping themselves around his neck to support her shuddering body. Grunting with the effort, Jon thrust deeper with short strokes, the friction of their union setting nerve endings alight. Beads of sweat gathered at the sides of his temple under his dishevelled hair, slowly trickling a sticky trail along his hairline with every pump of his hips.

Rachel’s mind was flooded with the delicious sensation of that complete feeling she had been absently craving. With one leg hitched around Jon’s hip and the other threating to buckle with every delicious thrust that drove him deeper inside her clenching walls the first waves of her impending orgasm began to roll through her body, mercilessly wracking her tiny frame with implosions of internal fireworks that raced through her bloodstream and into her pulsing veins.

“Harder…….harder…..”

Every breath was forced from her lungs with the rhythmic slamming of his body against hers, the cool hardness of the wall behind her acting as a compressor with the weight of their actions. Jon exhaling heavily picked up the pace, only too happy to comply with her demands. He hooked his left hand under the thigh that she had wrapped around his waist and hitched it higher, his cock greased with the juices flowing from her swollen lips easily ramming home, the tilt of her pelvis allowing him to bury his shaft to the hilt. Her flushed face hovered inches from his own, strands of flaxen hair stuck against her coloured cheeks, all of her earlier business like composure gone in the throes of passion. The back of his neck ached with the sharp imprints of her fingers, clawing and kneading like a lioness and with an almighty thrust he groaned loudly, his actions paying off when the base of his cock convulsed sending liquid fire along its length. His butt cheeks clenched with the effort, every muscle and ligament in his legs straining as he felt her tight walls clamp around him, the aftershocks of her orgasm squeezing every drop from him.

“Christ Rachel……..”

Gently he rested his sweat soaked forehead against hers, his lips trembling as he dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose. Still entwined in their upright position, he smirked into her green eyes still dancing with what was now a somewhat sated fire.

“Is it safe to say that you know me better now?”

Still gasping for breath Rachel clung to him like a clam, her fingers still grasping the back of his neck for support. She nodded slowly, a small smile twitching at the corners of her parted lips as she replied with a wink.

“Maybe I do……but if you want me to sell this house you’re still looking at five per cent ……”

 Jon grinned broadly at her quirky response as he slowly released her from their position against the wall, gently sliding the straps of her dress back over her shoulders before deftly pulling his pants back over his hips covering his now finally satisfied cock.

“I dunno baby……….I’m pretty sure I heard you purring something about four per cent a few seconds ago……”

Rachel fluttered her lashes at him coyly, a wry grin creasing the lines of her flushed face before she dropped her eyes to concentrate on doing up the buttons of her dress.

“Is this how you negotiate all your business deals? Because I gotta admit…..” She winked at him again before scooting down to her heels to retrieve her fallen panties. “It’s pretty damn effective!”

“Christ I wish!” 

Laughing loudly, Jon held out a hand to help her stand as she wriggled her panties back into place under her dress and then leaned back against her, his fingers smoothly hooking some stray tendrils of hair back behind her ears.

“That’d be altogether a more enjoyable way of conducting matters but I think my lawyers might have something to say about it!”

Rachel laughed softly and shrugged her shoulders, her fingers idly playing with the belt loops of his pants slung around his lean hips. Her heart beat was slowly returning to normal, the blood pounding between her ears steadily dimming as she smiled back at the man who she felt like had just awoken her from a deep coma.

“Lawyers……they always complicate matters between two willing parties………I say we just don’t tell them!”

Jon brushed his lips over hers, a deep chuckle rising from his throat.

“I like your way of thinking…… what do you say we continue this discussion somewhere more comfortable?”

Giggling Rachel allowed him to guide her away from the wall and across the tiled floor to grab their wine glasses from the abandoned dinner table.

“I say lead the way.”