Chapter 31

We can't get into our hotel room quickly enough as we practically fall through the doorway, laughing and grabbing at each other. His lips are all over my neck as he presses open mouth kisses down to my exposed collar bone. My skin erupts at his touch, every part of my body so responsive to him.

Lifting me into his arms, he carries me through the all-white and mahogany styled suite and past the lit fireplace in the lounge area. We get to the four-poster bed draped in ivory bedding, and I'm certain this is the most romantic setting I could ever imagine.

Jon sits on the edge of the bed and lifts me onto him, so I straddle his thighs, and we continue to make out until my lips are swollen and my cheeks, jawline, and neck are deliciously sensitive from the roughness of his stubble. I can't wait to feel that same sensitivity between my legs.

"Tonight is all about you, Angel. I'll show you what it's like to be with a real man who worships every inch of this flawless body."

He continues to kiss down my shoulders and over the straps of my emerald dress as he slowly begins to pull at the bows tied at the top. My dress falls from around me until it pools in my lap, leaving my breasts exposed and my peaked, tight nipples on full display for him.

"You aren't wearing a bra." His eyes are heavy, filled with lust.

Taking my left nipple into his mouth he begins to lightly bite and suck on me, and I moan with pleasure, throwing my head back and gripping onto his shoulders for dear life. "Are you bare for me?"

"Just a thong."

He groans around my sensitive breast, the vibrations intensifying the pleasure. "Best we get it off then."

His calloused palms trail up my smooth legs, and I inwardly thank myself for shaving this morning. "Your skin is so fucking smooth, like silk," and his hands dip beneath the hem and travel over my hips until they find my black lacy thong. Hooking his thumb under the straps, he tugs it down, and I slowly lift off, planting my tiptoes on the floor. I come to a full stand and step out of them, but instead of casting them to one side, Jon pockets them. "These are for me." A cheeky grin pulls at his lips.

"Will I be allowed them back?"

"Probably not. I hope you packed some spares." Tapping his chin in thought he moans, "On second thought, no, I hope you didn't. I'll just steal the rest. My girlfriend bare is my idea of paradise." Grabbing me by the waist, he pulls me to him. He's still sitting on the edge of the bed, so I step between his legs. I'm so small, his face is level with the underside of my breasts.

He begins kissing his way down to my navel, and my whole body tightens in response. I'm so desperate for release it"s almost painful as my pussy throbs in need.

As if reading my mind, Jon picks me up and switches us around until I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, bare and ready for him. "Spread your legs for me, baby. I want to see that perfect pink pussy and how it glistens for me."

I open my legs slightly, but he pushes them further apart. "Lie back and bring your feet onto the bed."

I shuffle back and do as he asks. I'm so exposed, he can see every inch of me, yet I've never been so comfortable in my own skin.

Jon pins his eyes on me, his lids hooded as he starts unbuttoning his white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up past his forearms. He pulls them off and over his hands, dropping the shirt to the floor. Next, he unbuttons his gray pantsuit trousers, leaving them hanging open before he drops to his knees in front of me.

Propped up on my elbows, I watch him run a finger over my soaking pussy. "Ohmygod," I cry out, my knees already beginning to shake.

"It's time for my dessert."

Moving between my thighs, he sucks and swipes his tongue over my entrance as he applies just the right amount of pressure to my clit. I won't last long, not like this. My hand automatically falls to the top of his head as he continues to work me into a frenzy. He groans in pleasure and the vibrations shoot straight up my spine.

"I'm not going to last long," I shriek.

"Then come for me, baby. This won't be the last orgasm you have tonight. The next one will be on my cock."

"Oh Jesus, yes!" I scream as I come undone. I come so hard I swear I feel my release in his mouth as he continues to nip, suck, and swipe at me until I'm so sensitive I can't bear it any longer.

My legs shake and my body feels sated and relaxed when Jon rises to his feet above me. He pushes his trousers all the way down and his abs ripple as he steps out of them. Through dazed eyes, I watch as my sculpted boyfriend lowers his briefs, his straight hard cock glistening with pre-cum.

His tanned body climbs over me as I scoot back up the bed until my head rests on the pillows. Leaning back on his heels and between my thighs, he bites down on his bottom lip as he watches me intently, pumping his cock from base to tip.

"Are you ready for me, Angel? Because I'm so fucking ready for you. I'm going to make love to you all night and then once I'm done being gentle, I'm going to fuck you until that pretty little voice of yours fails from screaming my name."

Oh, his mouth, his deliciously dirty mouth. "I'm so ready."

My eyes drop to his cock, and I wonder once again how the hell I'm going to take him. I've only ever had sex with Elliott, and he was nowhere near Jon's size. It's not just his length but his girth too—he's enormous in every way.

"Will it hurt?"

He begins to crawl over me, but he doesn't crush me under his weight, instead hovering on one forearm, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my eyes. "You're going to fit around me perfectly."

He lines himself up at my entrance but stops just as he begins to slowly press inside. "Are you on birth control? You know I haven't slept with anyone since the moment I laid eyes on you. You're all I've wanted, and I've never been bare with anyone else."

"I have an IUD, and I trust you."

He smiles against my lips and then slowly starts to ease himself inside once more. I open my legs wider as my body stretches to accommodate him. He's so big it burns as his head drops to my shoulder and he continues to guide himself inside.

I gasp. "I feel so full."

Chuckling he looks down at where we're connected. "I'm only about halfway there."

My eyes widen in shock, and I shake my head. "I can't take anymore, like seriously, you're too big."

"This cock was made for only you, Angel. Just relax and let me look after you."

I bring my legs around his waist and cross my ankles at the small of his back while he continues to kiss me and slowly ease his way inside. When he bottoms out, the slight sting gives way to a feeling of total fullness and the pleasure begins to build. "You feel amazing," I sigh, and I begin to writhe and mentally beg for him to start moving.

Jon's head remains in the crook of my neck. "Wait, baby, or I'm going to blow myself right inside you. Fuck, you feel so fucking awesome. You're like my fucking blueprint."

A couple more minutes pass as we kiss, and then he begins rocking his hips slowly, moving himself in and out with gentle thrusts.

"You're so wet for me, I can hear it. Can you hear yourself taking me like the good girl you are?"

My body ignites, threatening to burn an inferno with every deeper stroke he takes inside me.

After a couple more minutes of torturous bliss, Jon sits up on his knees and brings one of my legs over his shoulder, placing open mouth kisses from my ankle up the inside of my calf, knee, and inner thigh, all the while moving inside me. The change of angle allows him to thrust deeper, and his hard cock begins caressing a spot so deep it's never been touched. I cry out as white-hot pleasure races up my spine.

"Has anyone ever touched you there?"

I shake my head at him. "No."

He smiles and then gathers my other leg up and places it over the same shoulder, so my body crosses over his diagonally. "How's this?" he adds, intensifying his thrusts as he bends over me slightly to deepen once again. "You're so fucking flexible. I've been desperate to find out how I can bend you around my dick."

I'm starting to come undone again. Watching Jon's gorgeous body make love to mine is proving all too much. "I'm going to come again. Yeah, I'm com?—"

He slams into me hard, the bed shaking beneath us as his hips move over mine. His cock touches that spot over and over, and I fully unravel, throwing my arms over my eyes.

"Eyes on me, Angel, always on me. I want you to watch me fuck you because there will never be another man taking this sweet little pussy. It"s mine. All fucking mine. Tell me, who's pussy is it?"

"It's y-yours," I scream. "It's all fucking yours."

As soon as I come, Jon pulls me up and back across the bed. I'm on all fours now with my ass over the edge as he stands behind me at the foot of the bed. "Now I'm going to fuck you so hard I'll have to carry you to the airport tomorrow."

I instantly feel his cock slam into me from behind, the movement alone almost sending me over the edge once again.

"How hard do you want it, Felicity?" His tone is serious, and I don't miss the way he uses my name.

"Hard," I moan.

"Best you hold onto that comforter with everything you have then."

I grip it until my knuckles turn white, and he pounds into me in delicious strokes, my name tumbling from his lips. I turn around to see his head thrown back, his arm on my right hip as he grips the overhead bar on the four-poster bed. His muscles bulge and contract as he continues to give it to me from behind. But his thrusts aren't rash; they're smooth and expertly placed, sending wave after blissful wave through me.

"I'm getting close, Angel." His arm above his head falls to my waist as he continues to drive into me.

"Come inside me, baby—fill me with your cum," I say, knowing full well he'll love the possessive talk.

"You'll be so fucking full of me; it's still going to be dripping down your thighs as we board that plane tomorrow."

"Do it."

On a roar he does, his hips moving at a more erratic pace, and I feel his cock pulse as he unloads inside me. He chants my name as his face falls to the nape of my neck, placing soft, gentle kisses.

After a few beats of us catching our breath, Jon finally pulls out and drops to his knees, taking me by surprise. "Don't move, Angel. I want to make sure every bit of me stays inside you."

I'm still on all fours as he presses his fingers inside me, pushing his leaking cum back into my pussy. "That's right you greedy girl, keep all of it to yourself. It's all yours now, and I'm going to fill this sweet little pussy full of me every damn day."

"Do you have a breeding kink, Mr. Morgan?" I tease.

His tongue swipes across his bottom lip. "I do now."

The walk-in rainfallshower feels incredible in this place, and it takes up the entire back wall of the bathroom. Jon walks in a few minutes later, completely naked and his cock is still semi-hard.

After he fucked me again, I headed for the shower, and it seems like he's going to join me here too. At the sight of his beautiful physique, my already sated body still finds a way of responding and telling me it wants more.

He steps in behind me and starts massaging the shower gel I was using into my shoulders. "That was fucking incredible. I'll never forget it."

I peer back at him over my shoulder and smile. "Yeah, you're not bad."

Arching a brow in amusement, he throws his arms around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder. "Admit it, I rocked your world just as I promised I would."

I laugh. "Yeah, you did."

He begins working shampoo through my hair. "I've been waiting to do this for ages."

"What?"

"Wash your hair with this fucking amazing shampoo. The moment I met you I was hit with this coconut scent, and I couldn't wrap my head around what it was. Turns out it's this, and it drives me fucking wild."

"It's nothing mind-blowing or expensive, just a drugstore brand."

"Everything about you is mind-blowing, Angel." He brings his lips to my ear. "You are an amazing woman and a kick-ass mom—strong, powerful, and so fucking beautiful. It kills me to think he kept you from living out your dreams. Promise me you'll always chase them from now on."

I don't know where that came from but I feel its sincerity deep in my bones. Since my parents passed, no one has ever encouraged me to follow my dreams and believe in myself.

I swipe under my eyes, knowing full well it's not moisture from the shower. "Thank you," I whisper. "You are the most amazing man I've ever met. You need to believe me when I tell you that you're everything. You're so worthy. What you've done for me, for my son, and the kindness you put out into the world. Don't ever believe you're anything other than perfect."

Clearing his throat, he places a chaste kiss on my shoulder and then grabs the shower gel and begins scrubbing himself.

The entire bathroom is filled with steam as we continue to rinse ourselves and each other, the experience arguably just as erotic as the way he took me in the bedroom earlier.

"I have a game on Tuesday in New York. Are you still off work?" Jon asks.

"I am."

"Can I fly you out to come watch me? We can stay in New York for a couple of days and have an extended Christmas."

Smiling up at him, I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him softly on the lips. "Sounds amazing."

"Good. Maybe I'll finally get you in my jersey too."

I tap my finger on my lips and look to the side. "Um, I don't know about that. Isn't that some sort of declaration to the world? Like it's serious," I jest, unable to help myself from winding him up.

"Oh, we're way past jersey-wearing declarations, Angel."

I pull back slightly, still smiling from ear to ear. "Define way past jersey-wearing declarations."

Keeping his gorgeous gray eyes trained on mine, I see an emotion pass through them I've not seen before. He turns his head to face the misted glass wall as he brings his hand up and begins…writing something.

In a state of confusion, I watch his finger write the letter "I" and then move to another word, "love," and finally he writes "you."

My breath catches in my throat, and I fight to swallow the lump forming. Realization hits me hard as it begins to sink in.

"Is that defined enough for you, Felicity? I'm completely in love with you."