Page 44 of Seduction
“Answer me.”
I whimper in frustration, but he doesn’t resume. He wants an answer.
“Lately… you. Only you, Jon.”
And it’s the truth. It wasn’t meant to appease him to get what I want. Ever since that night he showed up at the bar and asked me out, he’s become the star of all my fantasies.
“Fuck… you’re so wet,” he grinds out between clenched teeth as he finally returns to giving me the pleasure I crave.
“Jon….”
His free hand snakes its way into my hair, pulling my head back so I’m staring up at him.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes.” I gasp as a shudder rocks my body.
“Or do you want more?”
“Yes… more. Please….”
He moves faster, lowering his head to suck on the base of my neck. My knees wobble, warning me they won’t last much longer. Neither will I.
I grab his shoulders, my every thought and feeling concentrated on his fingers and lips. B.O.B has never caused the kinds of sensations that are currently flowing through me. Jon’s hand moves down to my entrance, but he pulls back at the last minute, returning to my clit. I groan in disappointment.
“Not yet, beautiful.”
Beautiful. He’s called me that for as long as I remember, but in this moment, I feel truly beautiful. My body feels beautiful, my mind… the shivers, the tremors, the clenching… the fast-approaching orgasm. All beautiful.
“Come for me, Ellen.”
His voice is soft but firm, commanding but not demanding.
“Oh, God!”
His lips find mine, drowning out my scream as I come. My body convulses and my knees give out. He wraps his arm around my waist, keeping me from slinking to the floor.
“Jon,” I whisper, sinking my nails into his shoulders.
His fingers slowly glide over my clit as scattered tremors shake my body. I don’t recognize the sound I make when he pulls his hand out of my jeans, but I do know it means I didn’t want him to stop. I open my eyes to find him sucking my juices from his fingers. My muscles clench.
“I can’t wait to taste you for real.”
I swallow hard, watching as he fixes my jeans. He moves back to the coffee machine, smirking at me.
“Did that qualify assomething?”
“Um….” My head moves in a motion that’s somewhere between yes and no. “Yep… def-definitely something.”
He chuckles, handing me a cup he added sugar and cream to. To his, he only adds cream.
“Drink up. Tyler and I will take you home.”
I stare at him over the rim of the cup, my body still tingling from the mind-blowing orgasm.
Something. If that was just something, I’m looking forward to gettingeverythingfrom Dr. Jon Emerson.
CHAPTER 8
