Chapter Seventeen

A relaxed, lust-filled smile graced Jon's angelic face. “Beautiful,” he breathed, walking closer to Serafina, whom was now fully naked. He wrapped around her waist from behind. “Absolutely beautiful” he said, his lips brushing her ear, causing her to shudder pleasurably at the sensation.

Serafina thought of a way to show 'Frank' that she really knew who he was.

Jon picked her up and gently laid her down on the monstrosity, which he called a bed . As he did so, she allowed herself to look at all of him as he leaned over her, and she had to quickly stifle a gasp at the perfection. His chest blended flawlessly into his V, a thin trail of brown colored hair trailing down from just below his navel to the length of him in between his legs.

“You should close your mouth. It might stay like that,” he teased in a low voice, lowering himself on to her and trailing kisses up and down her neck and jaw. She hadn’t even realized her mouth had dropped open, and she hastened to close it, refusing to think about anything except his skin on hers, his mouth against her.

“Jon…” she whispered softly, reverently, as his mouth descended past her collar bone, heading toward her chest. Her body tensed in anticipation as he hesitated above the swell of one breast. Jon hadn't taken any notice of her calling him 'Jon'

"May I, Serafina?” he asked, looking up at her from under his eyelashes. Even if she had wanted to say no before, she never could’ve when he looked at her like that, his steel blue eyes smoldering up at me with burning desire and passion.

“Yes,” she gasped, and closed her eyes as his lips cautiously closed in around one nipple, his tongue flicking out to lick it.

“Oh!” she cried out, arching her back into him while jolts of electricity radiated through her, everything sharpened and blurred all at once.

Jon broke away quickly, panting just as hard as she was. “Serafina,” he whispered, his voice tortured. “You have to hold still. I can’t…I can’t…”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled back. All she could think about was his mouth on parts of her that no one had ever touched like he did before.

He pinned her to the bed tightly, lowering his mouth to her breasts again. She struggled with herself to not squirm as he licked, nipped, caressed, and massaged the entirety of her torso, but it was so very difficult. His name came from her lips in a moan.

He looked up at me, “Do that again,” he ordered, his mouth parted slightly, his eyes half-lidded.

“What?” she was too far gone.

He didn’t respond, but he pulled himself back up to her, kissing her softly but passionately as his hand trailed down her body, coming to cup my womanhood. She gasped at the feel of his finger outlining the lips of her desire, and she couldn’t resist groaning his name in a gasp as his finger entered her.

“Moan my name, Ser,” he panted, begging, into her ear. “Do it, please.” Another finger added to the one already pumping her, and her body had no choice but to comply with his request. She lost herself, only aware of the spreading ache, the tingling in her legs that longed to be wrapped around his hips, pulling him into her deeper.

“Jon,” she gasped, as his fingers continued their wonderful work, his lips kissing burning trails all over her neck, his breath fanning over her rapidly with his heavy breathing. “Stop, please. I want you inside me…” she wouldn’t let that powerful light of paradise overcome me until she could feel him filling her.

“Oh Serafina…” he whispered, gently removing his fingers from her, and moving to hover, and then rest, between my legs. “I love you,” he breathed, kissing her mouth repeatedly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she murmured, locking her arms around his neck. “Please Jon…I want to feel you.” This time Jon realised what she had said, Oh shit.. oh shit.. oh shit... oh shit!!!!! Stay calm.. maybe she was calling him by another lovers name.

“Okay,” he whispered to her. He met her eyes and their gazes locked. “Keep looking at me,” he pleaded.

“Okay,” she whispered back, their lips brushing, focusing intently on his mesmerizing, steel blue eyes. She wasn’t sure if she could look away.

He nodded, and with a slight, quiet groan he entered her slowly, looking in her eyes like his life depended on it, before freezing as soon as he was all the way inside, allowing both of them time to adjust. But she found she didn’t need it. There was no pain, for all she could think about was him. Her everything. Inside of her. Completing the gap she didn’t know was there, filling the hole that never realized it was empty. He was solid, and so very there, surrounding her. All her senses could focus on was him.

And all she could feel was Jon beginning to move inside of her, his hands gripping her tightly for an anchor as she did for him. But it wasn’t tight enough. She wanted to feel him. She wanted to be so close there was no telling where she began and he ended.
“Hold me,” she breathed in a moan, as he gently thrust in and out, making stars come to her eyes, a pleasure she never thought possible. “Hold me…”
And he did. He gripped her arms tightly to him, burying his face in her neck.

Later on he wrapped his arms tightly around my ribs, kissing her shoulders. He gripped her hips and held on like she wanted him to. She'd never felt so loved, so safe, so insanely out of her mind with pleasure as she did in this moment.
It was perfect.