Chapter Fifteen

Billie moaned softly as she opened her mouth at the insistent pressure of Jon’s tongue. His kiss was every bit as delicious - and devastating - as she remembered from up in the hayloft, and she lifted onto the balls of her feet, fitting herself more perfectly against his body.

Jon felt her arms snake around his neck, and at her very obvious acceptance of this he brought his left hand up to cup the back of her head, his right arm around her waist, crushing her against him. Her breasts were pressed hard against his furry chest, and Billie’s nipples hardened even more as the hair abraded her sensitive flesh.

She could feel him against her, from chest to thighs, and most particularly the solid lump in his jeans. Finally finding the one brain cell his lust hadn’t fried, Jon pulled himself back from her mouth.

“Billie…” He was shocked by the hoarse, hungry sound of his own voice, but he needed to ask. “Are you sure?”

In reply, she just smiled and moved back, catching hold of his right hand as it slipped from her waist. She turned toward the bathroom door, her fingers twined with his.

“Come with me.” She said, her own voice as husky as his.

She led him to her bedroom, the one room he’d never entered before. The room was large, decorated with an intriguing mix of tomboy and frills, the style somehow summing Billie up perfectly. Even the bed seemed to be suffering an identity crisis, but still the blend of the heavy, dark wood and the intricately embroidered bedspread worked somehow. Billie reached out and threw the bedspread back, then she turned to Jon again, the dark eyes serious. And seriously hungry.

As Billie got into the bed, Jon took his cue from her, slowly stripping off his jeans, seeing her eyes flick to his groin before she looked at his face again, extending one hand to invite him into her bed. Jon was more than happy to accept the invitation, joining her on the soft, cool sheets, reaching to pull her into his arms again, resuming their interrupted kiss.

They kissed like a pair of teenagers, each vying for supremacy, moaning and gasping for breath but unwilling to stop kissing. Jon had one hand on Billie’s waist, and he slid it slowly upward, finally closing his fingers on her breast, feeling the hard nipple against his palm, just like in his dream. But this was infinitely better than his dream, because every gentle squeeze of his hand was punctuated by a moan of pleasure from Billie.

In the back of his mind, Jon wondered suddenly if she’d been with anybody since losing Craig. Something told him no, but he at least had enough sense not to ask, figuring that the ghost of her lost love would kill the mood between them right now. He’d just have to play it by ear and judge her reactions.

Billie gave a pathetic whimper when Jon’s hand left her breast, but all he wanted to do was roll them over, pulling Billie on top of him then laying her down on the mattress again. Now that she was on his other side, Jon slipped his dominant - and therefore more dexterous - right hand between her thighs, once again resuming the kiss. Billie gave a whole new kind of moan as his fingertips found her, touching her in a place - in a way - that only Craig had touched before.

Jon’s touch was gentle but still determined, and the tip of his middle finger started a maddeningly slow massage of her clit, circling and teasing until a brief exploration deeper between her thighs found her flesh wet and hot with anticipation. When his fingertip entered her, Billie pulled back from his mouth with a gasp of surprise, immediately blushing in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, feeling Jon’s hand frozen in place, still exactly where it had been moments before, the tip of his middle finger still just inside her. “It’s just….”

“I know.” He murmured back to her with a reassuring smile. And he did know. The tightness of her entrance, and her reaction, confirmed she’d been without a man for quite some time. “D’you want me to stop?”

Jon waited for her response, hoping his silent, fervent prayers didn’t show in his face, but fortunately he didn’t have to wait long.

“Oh, Jesus, no.” Billie blurted, amazed by the question - and touched that he even asked it.

She saw a flash of teeth as he grinned, then he was kissing her again, slowly beginning to move his hand against her again, patiently easing her body into readiness. After a few more minutes of gentle stroking and touching, Jon’s patience was rewarded as he slipped his middle finger all the way into Billie, groaning at the feeling of her pussy clenching around the intrusion. Even though his dick was almost agonisingly hard, Jon kept himself in check, bringing her higher and opening the tight canal wider, until he had two fingers stroking slowly and easily into her, Billie’s flesh so wet that there wasn’t even a hint of resistance.

Billie was moaning as she thrust her hips up into his touch, then she pushed him slightly upright, easing his mouth off hers so she could speak.

“Jon…..please……..oh, Jesus……” When she’d forced him to relinquish her mouth, Jon had just dropped his head down, and Billie lost her train of thought - and the power of coherent speech - when he suckled strongly on one painfully sensitive nipple.

“Jesus….” She mumbled again, reaching down his body with both hands, closing then around the granite-hard shaft of his cock. “Please, Jon….”

Her intimate touch was enough to make him move over her, hoping like hell he’d gotten her ready enough, because his own need couldn’t be ignored a moment longer. Billie spread her legs wide, and as Jon’s hand slipped away from her, she instead pressed the distended head of him into her body, bringing her palms onto his waist as Jon thrust slowly inside.

He went all the way in with that one stroke, then paused, relishing the sensation of her flesh tightening, nature trying to expel the invasion, before her body relaxed and accepted him. Drawing back, he thrust again, Billie gasping at the pleasure of it, at the pleasure of being stretched and filled. Another thrust, harder this time, then Jon was forced to speak, to blurt an apology, or at the very least an explanation.

“Billie…..I can’t………I can’t wait, Billie……I gotta…….”

“Me too.” She muttered, jabbing her short fingernails into his back, demanding. She shifted beneath him, lifting her feet to slide them over his legs and down between his thighs, the movement opening her wider and also locking their bodies together. She groaned as the change of position increased the pressure on her swollen clit, her senses close to overload already. “More.”

With a growl, Jon let go, pounding her unmercifully, hearing her scream his name as she came under him, his hands under her shoulders now, holding her tightly against his driving thrusts. She screamed in pleasure again as Jon’s own orgasm swamped him, and it felt like every ounce of frustration and pent-up lust exploded from him as his cum surged into Billie in the most devastating orgasm he’d ever experienced. He just roared incoherently as his brain flipped onto pure instinct, his hips pumping hard against her until he collapsed, exhausted, onto her panting, shuddering body.

After quite a few minutes, Jon had to grunt a laugh as Billie whimpered softly in his ear, amazed to find himself laughing at something he’d have never expected to find funny.

“Ummmm……..about that impotence thing?” She mumbled shakily, still fighting for breath. “I think you’re cured.”