Saturday, March 19, 2011

Chapter 142

Conscious of his weight on her, and her wishes, he compromised. Holding her tightly, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. He settled her comfortably on his chest, their bodies still joined, and stroked his hands up and down her back.
Veronica listened to his heartbeat and lifted her hand, turning it slightly, admiring the way the diamonds sparkled, even in the soft lighting of the room.

"Do you like it?”

“Mmmm. I love it! It’s beautiful.”

“Stephanie helped me pick it out. Apparently she didn’t think I could do a good job on my own.”

Veronica grinned at his disgruntled tone. “I’ll have to remember to thank her.” She toyed with his chest hair. “So the kids know?”

“Steph and Jesse know I planned to ask, but they didn’t know when. The little ones have no clue.”

“And Dorothea?”

“I haven’t said anything, but she’s not stupid. She knows me. And the kids may have said something to her. She won’t be surprised.”

“And your parents?”

“You know that Dad loves you and already considers you a part of the family. As for Mom...well, she’s coming around.” It was true. Ever since their confrontation in the hospital Carol had stopped sniping at her. She didn’t hold out hope that they’d be great friends, but she could live with them not being enemies. Jon hugged her. “Relax sugar. There’s no one that’s not going to be happy about us getting married.”

“Except for a few rabid fans....and maybe your accountant when I redo the house.” She grinned up at him.

Jon chuckled. “I’ll just remind him of the work you did on this tour that more than paid for it, not to mention all the future ones.”

“How long are you planning to take off before the next one?”

He shrugged. “A year or so, I don’t know. Depends on when the muse hits.” He frowned down at her. “Hey, why are we talking about work? It’s a night that should be all about us!”

“Just making conversation until you’ve recovered.” She hid her grin against his chest and waited for his reaction.  

Sapphire eyes narrowed and the hands stroking her back stopped. Veronica squeaked at the sting of his palm descending on her ass. “Brat! Is that a challenge? Don’t think I can keep up?”

She could feel that he was ‘up’ for something. “Well, let’s see...can you unclip my stockings?”

Jon’s grin was lazy and full of sensual promise. Smooth palms caressed her ass cheeks and hips, while calloused fingertips teased the skin of her thighs above the stockings. A deft flick and a clip on each leg let go. He watched the amethyst eyes he loved so much darken with passion as his fingers cruised around her legs, releasing the clips.

Veronica slid a hand between them to undo the belt and toss it aside. She reached for a stocking, then stopped. “Roll us over for a minute?”

With a quick move, Jon obliged, bracing his weight on his elbows to avoid crushing her into the mattress and waited to see what she had in mind. His body tightened at the carnal thoughts running through his head when the calf of her leg appeared beside his face. Slender fingers rolled the silk stocking down – or rather up – the tempting limb. When the second leg appeared at his other side he couldn’t resist tasting the warm flesh. At the same time his hips stared rocking.

“Mmmm...hey..oh!” Veronica gasped and struggled to keep her focus through the sensations lighting up her nerve endings. “It’s supposed to be my turn!” She nudged his shoulder. “Roll us over again.”

Groaning, Jon obliged, reversing their positions again.

Veronica sat up and took a few breaths to regain control. Setting her hands on his shoulders, she slowly stroked down his chest, pausing for long moments to rub and tease his nipples. While she played, her hips started to move, rocking back and forth.

His breath hissed through his teeth as her nails raked lightly over his hard nubs. When the torturing fingers finally moved on to sift through the hair on his stomach and scrape his tensed abs he decided two could play that game. He let his hands wander over every inch of her skin that he could reach – shoulders, arms, torso, hips...even her legs tucked against his hips. The warm, soft flesh felt like silk under his fingertips and he couldn’t stop stroking it. Over and over he stroked, setting her skin on fire. And still she kept her movements slow and languorous. Jon reached up to cover her breasts with his hands, squeezing and massaging the plump mounds. He rubbed the hard tips of his fingers over her nipples, pulling and pinching them when they stood up for him. His reward was the sensual bite of her nails in his chest and the glorious vision of her above him, head thrown back, body arching into his hands. A feminine moan echoed through the room. God how he loved this woman!

And still she kept to her slow rhythm.

This teasing was all well and good, but he wanted more. All those hours in the gym were put to a good use as he sat up without disturbing her. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he licked it, over and over, scraping it lightly with his teeth, all the while watching her face. Her approval of his actions was evident in her face and her fingers clenching in his hair as she held him close. He released her only to switch sides and give the other nipple the same treatment.

And still she kept to her slow rhythm, although her moans got louder.

Finally, in frustration, he bit down slightly less than gently, and suckled. Hard.

Veronica screamed his name as the wave of ecstasy she’d been riding engulfed her. She ground down against him, shudders racking her body, the continual tugging of his lips prolonging her pleasure.

Jon didn’t wait for her tremors to subside. Pulling her down, he rolled them over until he was once again above her. He rode out her climax with long, slow strokes, not surprised when her hips matched his rhythm.

Veronica groaned. “Oh God!  Johnny!”  She wasn’t sure she could take anymore, but her body seemed to think otherwise, eagerly welcoming his possession.

 “Fuck Nica, you feel so damn good!” He wanted to make it last forever, but his body was telling him detonation was fast approaching. Bending his head, he kissed her, deeply, but briefly – they were both panting for breath. Jon rose up on his hands and watched her body undulate beneath him, a sight he would never get tired of.

Her head thrashed on the pillow, the sensations bombarding her overwhelming, reducing her world to them. She tugged on his arms, wanting to feel his weight. “Johnny I....I need to feel you!”

Jon lowered his body onto hers. Lacing their fingers together, he held her hands above her head and stared into her eyes, increasing the speed of his thrusts, driving them both over the edge of sanity into the depths of rapture.

Feeling his grip relax – along with the rest of his muscles – Veronica slid her hands from his to wrap her arms around him. She kissed his shoulder and clung to him.

It took several minutes before Jon could move. Lifting his head, he studied her expression, one hand smoothing her hair back from her face and caressing her cheek. “What?”

“What do you mean?”

“The look in your eyes tells me that you’re thinking about something and it’s pretty serious. What is it?”

She was only slightly surprised that he could read her that well. It took her a few breaths to put her thoughts into words. “I.....I love you so much.”

The tears that suddenly shone in her eyes made his stomach clench. “I love you too. Nica, what’s wrong?”

Veronica sniffed, but couldn’t prevent the tears from leaking out. Her emotions were too overpowering. “Nothing’s wrong. I....I just....” She paused to take a breath and tried again. “After everything that happened twenty years ago...after Drew...after you left...” She pressed two fingers to his lips to stop the protest she knew was coming. “I know, but after that, I thought...that I’d had my shot at happiness with the love of my life and it didn’t work out. I thought I was destined to be alone – or at least be forced to ‘settle’ for someone I felt a little affection for.” She cupped his face, cradling it between her hands, her gaze roaming its contours. “I never thought I’d ever see you again, let alone fall in love with you again, and this.” She waved her left hand. “I never thought I would ever be this happy again. I’m glad you came looking for me.” She could finally admit it.

The knot in his stomach vanished and he bent to brush away her tears with his lips. “So am I, sugar, so am I. And I promise to do my best to make sure you stay this happy.”

“It really makes you believe.”

“In what? God? Karma? Bongiovi persistence?”

Veronica shook her head and smiled. “Second chances.”

1 comment:

  1. great chapter. Please tell me you are not ending it here. i love these characters