Chapter 127

She was floating. The world around her was warm and soft, caressing her body. Hot gusts blew over her breasts, the cooler air following causing her nipples to pucker. Something soft feathered along her inner thighs, accompanied by touches of slightly damp velvet. Higher and higher the gentle, teasing touches moved up her legs until they reached the top. Her temperature rose dramatically and tingles started swirling in her belly as the hot velvet surrounded her sensitive clit. A soft moan escaped her lips.

Suddenly she was jerked fully awake by sharp jolts of pleasure shooting from her core to her fingertips at the penetration of her body. She glanced down to see Jon grinning at her from his position between her legs. “Jon? What are you doing?”

“If you can’t tell I must have lost my touch.” His tongue flicked her nub.

Veronica inhaled sharply. “Well, either you’re apologizing for your moodiness last night or you’re trying to convince me that you’re recovered enough to do the show tonight.” He’d awakened from his nap in pain and grumpy. And every time he’d moved the wrong way and his back or his head protested, his temper got worse.

Jon didn’t know whether to be afraid or comforted that she knew him so well. “Is it working?” He wasn’t about to say which he was aiming for. The truth was it was a little bit of both.

“I’ll let you know.” After you finish!

With a low chuckle he went back to work. He licked and laved, nibbled and sucked, judging the success of his technique by the sighs, soft moans and shivers he elicited. When the tenseness of her thighs told him she was close, he drove his tongue deep and let her fly.

Giving her only a few seconds to recover, he started again. Twice more he brought her to orgasm with his mouth and fingers. It was as much for his pleasure as hers. He loved to watch her overcome with passion. She was so beautiful! And it stroked his ego to know that he was the one responsible for her ecstasy. But he also had an ulterior motive this time. He wanted to show her that his strength and stamina were recovered – at least enough to be able to perform at an acceptable level.

While Veronica panted and recovered from her latest orgasm, Jon moved slowly up her body, pushing her nightgown ahead of his caressing lips until he could remove it completely and mate his mouth with hers.

Veronica moaned as he entered her very slowly. Her hands started to slide into his hair to clench like she often did, when she remembered and gripped his shoulders instead. Her passion grew with each movement of him inside her. Unknowingly, her hands slid further down his back and clung. The air hissing through his teeth and his involuntary flinching from her touch brought her back to awareness and she immediately lifted her hands. “Sorry.”

Jon just kissed her and focused on the more pleasant sensations that were drowning out the pain. But after a few minutes he couldn’t ignore it anymore. Something was wrong. Veronica’s body was slightly stiff and he could sense her holding back, not losing herself in the pleasure like she usually did. He stopped and searched her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m afraid of hurting you.”

“You won’t.” He appreciated her concern, but having had the full experience with her, he refused to settle for anything less – even to avoid pain.

“I will if I touch you like I want to.”

Knowing she was too stubborn to give in, he considered other solutions. There were several. Choosing the one that appealed to him the most, he withdrew from her and sat back on his heels. Veronica whimpered at the feeling of loss and emptiness. Jon smirked, flipped her over onto her stomach and, lifting her hips onto his lap, slid into her once again.

In this position, face down, her thighs over his, her legs basically wrapped around his hips, all she could do was brace herself on her elbows and accept whatever he chose to do to her.

One arm snaked around her hips, holding her against him. The other smoothed up her back, and around to cup a breast. Swiveling his hips, he ground against her while his fingers played with her nipples.

“Jesus Johnny!” She gasped. The angle of penetration, combined with the pressure of him grinding instead of thrusting, plus the stimulation of her breasts sent shivers throughout her body. It took only minutes until with a small cry she peaked yet again.

Jon paused. “Liked that did you?” Her moan made him chuckle. “How about this?” Holding her hips even tighter, he changed his motion from circular to hard thrusts.

“Oh God!” Veronica groaned. “Yes! Right there! Oh God Johnny! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Her head thrashed back and forth, her senses overcome with pleasure. “Yes Johnny......right there...mmmm....yes...yes...FUCK Johnny! Right there...mmm...right....THERE!” She screamed as her world exploded.”

With a moan and a soft grunt, Jon thrust once more and pumped out his own release deep inside her. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead on her back while they both fought to breathe and waited for the room to stop spinning.

When he could move again, he gently withdrew and eased onto the bed beside her. He grinned at the sated, exhausted look on her face. “So do you believe I have the stamina to make it through a show?”

Veronica blew out a breath, cracked one eye open and studied him. “Does it really matter what I think?”

“I always value your opinion.”

“But you’re going to do what you want anyway.”

“Maybe.” At her look he smiled wryly. “Okay, probably. But I’d like to know how much trouble I’m going to be in with you for doing it.” He reached out and ran calloused fingertips down her spine, noting her shiver. “Come on sugar. I know I’m well enough to do the show, but I’d like your seal of approval.”

Veronica sighed. “I’ll agree that your stamina is back to normal,” And then some! “but there’s more to it than just that.” She rolled over and reached out to the night stand for the remote for the stereo. Watching his face carefully, she tuned in to her favourite rock station and turned up the volume. Loud.

He flinched slightly and took the remote from her to turn it down. “Okay, okay, I get your point. It makes my head hurt a little, but I can cope.”

“Uh huh, and what about your usual prancing around the stage? How’s your back going to take that?”

“I don’t prance!” Jon scowled at her, but she just grinned. “Brat!” He wiggled his shoulders. “It might hurt a little,” he acknowledged, “I’ll just have to suck it up.”

“If I can make a suggestion?” At his nod, she continued. “Don’t wear a leather shirt. Go with cotton. It won’t scrape as much.”

“Good idea.” He smiled. “So you’re not going to give me a hard time about doing the show?”

Veronica sighed. “I can’t stop you. But I’d like you to do a couple things for me, if you would – so that I won’t worry as much.”

“What?”

“I’d like you to rest until we have to leave for the arena, and after sound check, I want you to rest until the show.” She’d put the few remaining interviews off until the next day to give him more time to recuperate. “Then I’d like you to take a couple Advil before the show to help with the pain you won’t admit to feeling.”

“No problem, I can do that.” If it meant she wouldn’t be angry at him, he’d do just about anything. He studied her face. “What else?”

“I want you to keep your temper under control. Don’t take out your pain on the people around you. They don’t deserve it and yelling will only hurt your head more.”

Jon grimaced. “I’ll....try.”

Veronica leaned over until her lips were almost touching his. “Do that and I won’t make you pay for ignoring my concern and doing the shows.”

“Deal.” He pressed his lips to her. “For the record, I’m not ignoring your concern. I understand and appreciate it, I do. It’s just that....”

“You need to do this.” She finished for him.

He nodded. “Yes, I do.” He kissed her again. “I love you.”

Veronica caressed his cheek, grimaced, but had to admit it. “I love you too. Promise me you’ll be careful and won’t over do it.”

“I promise.”