*74 #SaddleUp

Jon had figured she wasn’t going to give up the beige bed.  He’d felt obligated to give it a try, but asking her to leave the house, meet his kids and defile her precious room all within the space of twenty-four hours was too much.  That’s why he surrendered without a fight.  She would eventually cave on the subject, hopefully at a time when he was better able to appreciate it.

 

Right now, he was drained by a week with her fucking sister, a lot of wine and the frustrating delays in getting here.  He could make do with anything as long as there was a naked Gypsy wrapped around him.   

 

“Are you angry with me?”

 

The Hugh Hefner pj’s were oddly sexy, but the woman fiddling with the button on them wasn’t.  She wasn’t even fucking close to being the Gypsy he craved.  She needed to get over this shit.

 

Closing the cauldron door, Jon rolled his eyes and turned with a firm, “Stop it.  We’re in your domain; now, show some fucking confidence.”

 

She jolted as though he’d slapped her, and the hand on the button froze for an instant.  There was a slight nibbling at her lip before the hand again moved, now pushing the button through its hole before moving on to the next one.  “You’ve polished your celebrity persona so well that it’s sometimes easy to forget you’re from New Jersey.  Then you turn into a bit of an asshole as a lovely reminder of your roots.”

 

He laughed, tugging the back of his t-shirt until it was up and over his head.  “You need a little well-meaning asshole in your quiet life.”

 

“Perhaps.”  She draped her top over the chair back and he draped his over the arm, knowing he’d have to wear it again tomorrow.  “It has a different flair to it than the repressed exasperation I’m used to.  Tori and Maggie are pretty pushy, though.”

 

“That’s why they’re my favorites.”  When his cargo shorts hit the floor with a thud, he at first attributed it to the weight of his phone in the pocket.  Then he remembered it wasn’t just his phone.  Jon stepped out of them and bent to scoop them up, laying them on top of the shirt without reaching into the pockets.  “I bought you something.”

 

“Oh?  Since you’ve waited until now to give it to me, my first thought is a sex toy.”

 

No, but that sounded like a hell of an idea, so he made a mental sex shopping note and prodded her a little just for fun.  “Yeah, exactly, and make sure you bring it along tomorrow.”

 

Her silky pants were tossed carelessly in the direction of the rest of their clothes, leaving his commando girlfriend naked and with indignant hands parked on her hips.  “I most certainly will not.  I can’t imagine arriving to meet your children with a sex toy in tow.”

 

“Well…”  Jon hooked one of her wrists and hauled her naked body close to his.  “A no-pants Dr. Montgomery is better than a scaredy pants Teddi, but Christ on a crutch…  Could we summon the Gypsy out of your closet of multiple personalities, already?”

 

A wide smile split her face, warming his heart as surely as the weight of her forearms warmed his neck and shoulders when they slid up there.  “I like you very much.”

 

“And I like you very much.  The real you.”

 

Soft lips brushed the angle of his jaw, and Jon could feel the friction of them against his evening whiskers.  It was a subtle tug against his skin that didn’t last long, as it was mopped away with the languid swipe of a tongue.  She traveled up to nuzzle behind his ear, suckling the lobe just enough to send a dart of pleasure between his legs before she whispered, “The real me wants to do wicked things with you.”

 

“Well, whaddaya waitin’ for?”

 

The wrists knotted at the back of Jon’s neck uncrossed so that the fingers of both hands could find his and tangle with them.  She used the grip to draw him toward the bed, lazily spinning and guiding until the soft mattress edge bumped the back of his thighs.  That’s when the fingers slipped free to push at his chest. 

 

“Lie down.  You must be tired after your trip.”

 

He obliged by dropping back and scooting to the center of the colorful linens, displacing pillows in the process.  Snagging one, he tucked it and both hands under his head while leaving legs spread wide in an invitation for her to crawl up between them.  She did just that, and the ripe sway of her breasts with each movement made his mouth water.

 

At first, he thought she was going to climb up and ride him until they were both satisfied.  It was a good plan, and one he wouldn’t have minded.  A mind-blowing orgasm followed by a few hours of sleep sounded pretty good about now; but she had different ideas. 

 

Teddi stopped before getting past his knees.  Nudging them apart for extra space allowed her to dip low and nuzzle the point where knee met thigh before laying her cheek against it.  She rubbed it against the leg hair while caressing the fur that covered his other thigh.  That hand kept a slow, steady motion while she moved so that a curtain of blonde hid her face.  He didn’t realize what she was doing until he felt the pierce of teeth against flesh high on his inner thigh.

 

“Easy,” he cautioned, pushing the silky sweep of hair behind her ear.  “I’m not into pain.”

 

The smug grin sent another jolt of desire between Jon’s legs, making his dick jump.  Damn, she looked good with a little attitude.  He didn’t even mind her condescending, “I know what’s on your fetish list.”

 

“So you keep mentioning.  I don’t have that many.”

 

“You have just enough.  And so do I,” she added before casually diving behind his jumping dick and taking one of his balls into her mouth. 

 

When she sucked and wrapped a fist around his shaft, Jon groaned.  He wasn’t sure whose fetish she was indulging, but he didn’t really care.  A hot, wet mouth on his jewels was always appreciated, and when the mouth was as talented as hers, it was really appreciated.  He lost track of all the places her hot, wet tongue seared him.  Hell, he’d never seen some of those places up close.  Jon just knew they were there and that the fiery flicks across the nerve endings made him want to fist a handful of blonde and hold her there.

 

Oh wait.

 

He was actually doing that, and she didn’t seem to mind the direction.  The wicked Gypsy only went at it harder, diligently bathing every piece of anatomy that defined him as a man – until she took a notion to swallow him whole.

 

“Ah, fuck,” he hissed when encountering the back of her throat.  “That’s it, baby.  Swallow it all.”

 

She did, complete with a strangled cough that had him surging deeper.  God help him, but that sound was on the fetish list, and he fucked her willing mouth to hear it again.  The noise and feeling combined to erase a very long week from his mind.  If she’d just do that a couple more times, he’d literally blow the memory from his body.

 

That wasn’t the scenario in her mind, or the one she wanted to play out, however. 

 

Teddi squirmed out of his grip and climbed him like very lithe monkey would a banana tree, impaling herself on his banana with a dainty, satisfied grunt.  Puffy lips came at his, nuzzling against them as restless hips lifted and fell in shallow movements. 

 

“I need you tonight,” she breathed, open palms sliding over the hair of his forearms to tug hands out from behind his head.  Her palms laid flat against his, and their fingers bent to lie side by side, with the knuckles turning white with the intensity of her grip.  “I need what you can give me.”

 

“Yeah?  What’s that?”

 

Her pussy was hotter and slicker than the mouth it replaced, and Jon’s dick was enjoying the liquid inferno trying to consume him.  It paired nicely with the soft mounds colliding against his chest as she bounced.  He’d give her pretty much anything thing she wanted right now, and when she grazed a smoking kiss over his lips and jaw, it sealed the deal. 

 

By the time her steaming breath found his ear, he was hovering on the edge, ready to turn fucking somersaults, if that’s what she wanted.  If that’s what it took to get him over the bridge to ecstasy.

 

“You give me… me.”

 

He groaned, clenching their unified fist together so hard it should become a diamond while she bounced against him with determination.  She was wild, uninhibited, and set on a course that had nothing to do with him.  Ecstasy crowded into his brain cells, throwing a fog over everything but a sliver of determined logic that wanted her to acknowledge, “I don’t give.  You take.”

 

There was a pause of erotica in motion as her face came to hover above his.  Pupils were dilated neon black, and that Gypsy soul danced in the portals, lighting up not only her eyes but her aura.  Her body.  Hell, the night.  She was the one whose husky voice had his hips lurching off the bed.

 

“You nurture.”

 

“No.” He may be breathless, but his denial was solid.  “I accept.  That’s all.  You were amazing before I ever came along.”

 

Neon eyes smiled with the same fondness that tipped her lips as hips rolled against his once again.  “This is amazing.  Now shut up and fuck me.”

 

Goddamn stubborn woman.  He wrenched a hand free to swat one of her buttocks, but the gentle punishment didn’t make a ripple in the rhythm of flesh on flesh.  She reared back to sit up straight and change the angle, but there was no interruption to her repetitive claim on him.  Her freed hand settled at the base of his sternum for balance, and eyelids fluttered shut as she rode him like a horse – for her pleasure, not his. 

 

That selfishness was as much a turn-on to him as the tits jiggling with each canter across the field of fornication. 

 

Breaking his other hand away, he claimed both mounds, kneading them in his palms and scraping a thumbnail over the tip.

 

“Yes,” she approved, shaking things up by shimmying in the saddle before resuming the ride.  Proof of her pleasure seeped freely, drenching them both and creating a sex sauna.  The carnal scent blended with her sweet vanilla-almond to create an aphrodisiacal concoction that only made him hornier. 

 

He dropped hands to her hips and dug, stilling fingers in the flesh as he took charge of this ride.  The canter turned to a hard gallop, the force of which had Teddi leaning against his sternum with both palms as she goaded him on.  

 

“Faster!  Harder!”

 

The thrusts went shallow to accommodate the speed, and the noisy collision of skin on skin confirmed the extra effort.  He pawed her ass without care as he demanded that she take and give.  She clung to his forearms with the same demand.  Bodies fused in perfect form as they raced for the fence at the far end of passion’s pasture. 

 

Jon could almost hear the pounding of hooves in the final stretch – or maybe that was his blood pressure.  What difference did it make?  As long as he had the energy to launch them both over the rail….

 

“Jesus, YESSSSS!”

 

….and fly to the other side.