When he walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped low around his waist, Charity was sitting on the bed, staring dejectedly at the floor. She looked up when he entered, and he almost took her breath away. His blonde hair was wet and tousled from being toweled dried. His blue eyes sparkled brightly, and he was smiling from ear to ear. Her eyes traveled the length of him. Even though she knew what the towel was hiding, she couldn’t help but find it incredibly sexy. She was never going to make it through the next round of sex without coming, not if he kept looking at her like he was.
Jon walked determinedly across the room and knelt in front of her. He took her face in his hands and tilted her face up to look in her eyes. His thumbs stroked her cheeks, as he pulled her close to gently kiss her. His tongue demanded entrance and she gave in to him. When her mouth opened, he traced her lips with his tongue before sliding it inside to explore the warmth of her mouth.
His skin was still slightly damp, and his hair smelled faintly of her fruity scented shampoo. He was probably the most beautiful man she had ever seen. She moaned softly, the sound lost somewhere inside his mouth. Pushing against his shoulders, she pulled away slightly, breaking the contact of their lips. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Isn’t it obvious?" he grinned. "It won’t be rape today."
"Oh," she said breathlessly.
He moved his mouth back to hers, and when their lips were almost touching he whispered, "And I won’t stop until you come for me." He kissed her then, driving her wild. He broke the contact of their lips to pull her shirt off over her head, but then went back to drink greedily from her lips. His hands caressed her breasts, his thumbs stroking her nipples through the lace of her bra. It had been easy to hold herself back when he was handcuffed to the bed, to think about the laundry or paying the bills to keep from coming, but with his hands free to tease and tantalize her it would be a losing battle to even try to begin to wage a fight. Suddenly, she knew how he felt being at her mercy, but pushed her shame aside, when he whispered against the skin of her neck, "Stand up."
She stood up, but he didn’t move away from her even an inch. She had thought he would stand up too, but instead she felt the heat of his lips graze her stomach. The muscles of her abdomen fluttered wildly as he slowly unbuttoned the fly of her jeans, kissing each inch of skin he bared. She grasped his head in her hands, her fingers tangling in the wet, silken strands of gold. Jon smiled against her skin, just above the line of satiny curls at the juncture of her thighs. He peeled her jeans down her hips, "No panties," he murmured against her curls, "good girl," he praised.
Knees weak and barely able to stand, somehow she managed to comply with his gentle demand to raise her feet one at a time so that he could slip her jeans completely off her. She moaned softly as his hands slid back up the outside of her thighs and around to grasp her ass in his hands and pull her closer to his waiting lips. His tongue stroked her softly, and she pushed more firmly against him. "You like this?" he asked her huskily, his breath teasing her as it ghosted across her heated flesh.
"Oh....God....yes," she gasped, as her fingers tightened in his hair.
"Say my name," he whispered, his warm breath making her tingle.
"Jon," she sighed, as his tongue once again began to move on her. Oh how wonderful his mouth felt. How many times had she caught herself staring at his lips, imagining what this might be like? He squeezed the silken cheeks of her ass gently, and she thrust her hips toward his wonderful mouth once again. "Oh...God....Jon," she gasped.
"Don’t fight it this time," he murmured, as his tongue danced across her. He felt her tense against him and knew that she wasn’t going to fight it. He pulled her closer and felt the fingers in his hair tighten again, as she exploded against him.
Dizzy from the heights he had just taken her to, she felt him push her gently back on the bed. She looked up at him with passion heavy eyes just in time to see him remove the towel and place a knee on the bed between her spread thighs. His hands came down on either side of her head as he pressed his body against hers. "And I’m not done yet," he promised, his lips grazing hers as he spoke. He nibbled softly on her bottom lip, before pulling it into his mouth to suck on it gently. She could feel his arousal throbbing against her hip. His mouth moved to her neck, his lips teasing the sensitive spot below her ear. She kissed his shoulder, then let her tongue graze his skin. She loved the salty taste of him. Somehow, she knew she could never go back to the handcuffed Jon, not the way his hands were now dancing across her body. His skillful fingers played her as expertly and effortlessly as he had played his guitar the night of the concert. "Please....Jon....I need....," she gasped.
"Do you know how sweet that sounds?" he whispered against her nipple, before taking it in his mouth to suck it gently. He took great delight in her moans; he had not heard them the times she had him while he was handcuffed to the bed. He wondered briefly if his moans then had sounded as sweet to her.
"Jon....please," she begged again.
He could no longer resist her, and grasped her hips. The moan she made when he thrust inside was almost his undoing, but he was determined not to let her hold back this time. He clenched his jaw as he moved inside her, watching as she tossed her head from side to side and bit her bottom lip.
He bent his golden head to whisper heatedly in her ear, "I won’t let you hold back this time, Charity. Give it all to me."
"Jon," she gasped, as he pulled almost all the way out of her, only to moan, "Oh....My....God," when he plunged back inside, driving all the way to the hilt.
"Come for me, Charity," he murmured against the shell of her ear, even as he began to move faster within her.
"Oh....fuck....Jon....," she gasped, thrusting up to meet him, "I....am."
Jon felt her heated walls spasm around him, and couldn’t hold back any longer. He came inside her with an explosive force that surprised him. He fell weakly against her, careful to keep most of his weight on his elbows. His forehead against hers, their heavy breathing mingling together and floating off in the air, he said huskily, "Damn."
"Yeah," she nodded weakly, "I concur Mr. Bon Jovi."
Jon made love to Charity several times throughout the day. He made her beg and plead, and he was satisfied with every moan he wrung from her passion swollen lips. He smiled with satisfaction when she handcuffed him back to the bed when it was almost time for her crazy husband to come home from work.
"I have to go cook dinner," she told him softly, her hand shaking as she closed the cuff around his right wrist. "I’ll bring some in to you later," she promised.
"Okay," he sighed contentedly, as she left the room. He fell asleep with a smile on his face.
The next morning Jon woke up when Charity hurried into the bedroom. "Jon, wake up," she said excitedly, as she hurried over and began to undo the cuffs.
He sat up and began to rub his wrists. "What’s the hurry?"
She held out his cell phone to him. "This is yours, right? I found it last night under the table by the door. It must have fallen out of the pocket of your jeans when he left with them yesterday. I couldn’t wait until he had left this morning to bring it in to you."
Smiling at her, he took the phone. "Where are we?" he asked her.
She told him the address even as he was dialing the phone.
Jon was so relieved to hear Richie’s angry voice on the other end of the phone. "Jon, where the fuck are you?" his friend asked as he answered the phone.
He gave Richie the address, then told him, "And Rich, come alone and bring a crowbar or a hammer. I’m locked in. And hurry." He closed his cell phone and looked at Charity. "He’s on his way. Go gather a few things, anything that has any meaning to you. We’re outta here as soon as he gets here."
When Richie arrived, he pounded on the door. "Jon, are you in there?" he yelled.
Jon answered him from the other side, "Yeah, I’m okay, just open the door, will ya?"
"This might take a few minutes, Bro, this is a big lock out here," Richie told him.
Several minutes later, Charity and Jon were safely in a rented car with Richie and heading away from her home. Jon was explaining what had happened from the back seat as he held a shaking Charity in his arms.
"I’m so glad you hadn’t left town to go to the next show," Jon told his friend.
"Like I was going to leave with you still missing," Richie responded, laughing.
"He’ll come after me," Charity said against Jon’s chest. He could hear the tears in her voice.
"I won’t let him find you," Jon assured her softly, "or our baby."
"How do you know there is one?" she asked tearfully.
"Somehow I just know," he answered her smiling.
Remember that you're perfect...God makes no mistakes.
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