Chapter Nineteen

After a swim that was, to say the least, bracing, Billie proved how well she knew this particular river as she led Jon, still swimming, to a tiny island. Really, it was little more than a sandbank, out in the middle of the river, but just big enough that they could get out of the water and let the sun warm their skin again.

Jon lay flat out on the talcum-soft sand, one arm crooked over his eyes to keep out the sun, but Billie was restless, only sitting briefly before getting to her feet again. She didn’t know what it was, but something about Jon made her feel……unsettled. The low chuckle escaped her before she could stop it as she allowed herself the realisation that unsettled wasn’t what he made her. He just made her horny - nothing more complex than that.

“What you laughin’ at?” Jon asked, not even moving his arm, but when Billie looked down at him she saw those soft lips spread in a smile.

“Myself.”

“Why?” Now he did move his arm, sitting up to look at her.

“Oh, I was just thinking……..” She halted in her wandering as his hand snaked up to grip her wrist.

“What were you thinking?” Jon glanced away from her face for a moment, his gaze sliding over her erect nipples and lower, believing he could see a sheen of moisture at the very top of her thighs. “And did it involve me?” His voice lowered, husky and sensual now.

“I……….” Billie blushed, and Jon grinned, moving onto his knees, pulling her closer.

“Tell me.” He breathed, and Billie felt his words as his hot breath fanned across her belly.

Jon released her wrist, his hands on her waist now, and his mouth on her belly, kissing around her navel then flicking his tongue slowly into the tight dip. Billie gave a soft moan, shifting her feet apart, and Jon happily took the invitation, sinking slightly lower to kiss his way down to the furred triangle at the base of her belly.

He shifted his grip to her ass, tilting her hips forward, and Billie spread her legs wider, trying to balance in the awkward position. She brought one hand onto Jon’s left wrist, and started to lay the other gently on his head, but just then his tongue darted out, flickering against her clit, and the intention of a gentle touch turned into a sudden grab at his hair as she bucked uncontrollably at the sensation.

Jon couldn’t be sure if Billie was naturally responsive, or reacting so easily because she’d been denied for so long, or if it was just that he turned her on, but whatever the reason it made him feel like the greatest guy in the world, that she got wet thinking about him, and that she responded so unselfconsciously to his touch. Of course, it also made him want to please her, to watch her lose control and give herself over to him completely.

Thoughts of Dorothea were far from his mind as he held Billie tightly, sucking on her clit, freeing his right hand from holding her so he could drive his fingers into her body, feeling her clenching around him. His body reacted to her excitement, thankfully recovered from the icy water, his dick swelling and rising as he knelt before her.

“Jon…..” She moaned, her legs shaking badly. “I can’t……..”

He lifted his head, seeing her expression and knowing she meant the support of his hand wasn’t enough. Grabbing her leg, Jon hooked it over his shoulder, and since his hand was busy doing that he drove his tongue into her, thrusting as deep as he could, Billie’s hand tightening on his hair.

It wasn’t enough, though, Jon’s dick almost vibrating with need now, and he pulled his head back, throwing Billie over so she landed on her back in the sand. She spread her legs wide, gasping with need, reaching for him, and Jon gladly crawled up her body, sliding his hands under her ass to lift and steady her as he rammed into her.

As he drove as deep as he could go, Billie screamed, the single stroke enough to throw her over the edge, and Jon froze in place, feeling her clenching around him, staying perfectly still until the spasms of orgasm faded away. Billie came back slowly, blinking up at him, seeing the bright blue eyes that made even the clear sky above seem dull, seeing the soft smile.

“You didn’t…….” She blushed, but Jon’s grin just made her even wetter.

“I was waiting for you, darlin’. Waiting to make you cum again.”

Now that she was relaxing slightly, Jon started thrusting slowly and rhythmically, wanting to make love to her this time, since their last two - or first two - times had turned around into something far more primal. Billie moaned under him, one hand in his hair, pulling his mouth onto hers, the other roaming down to cup his ass, pushing with him.

Jon was deeply tempted to let go, to just fuck her like before, but a perverse stubborn streak kept him to the steady tempo, one hand caressing Billie’s breast as he supported his weight on the other forearm.

Billie pulled his mouth from hers, pulling his head lower, sucking on his earlobe before biting lightly. Jon growled into her ear at the bite, dropping his mouth onto her shoulder, biting carefully where her neck and shoulder met. Billie groaned, arching her back, and Jon’s mouth tracked up to her ear.

“You like that?”

“Oh, yeah……..” She breathed. “Do you?”

Before he could answer, she bit on his shoulder, and the answering groan told her all she needed to know. Both careful to keep the bites light, they punctuated deep kisses with bites, until Billie was thrusting her hips against Jon so hard that he had to move his hand down to her hip, holding her as he felt his own climax building, closer and closer to release, then finally, just when Billie started to tighten around him in her own orgasm, it broke over him, Jon groaning with the beauty of release, slowly stopping his movements above her, letting himself rest on her body.

They were still recovering when Billie had to chuckle, hearing Drummer’s unmistakable whinny. Jon laughed sympathetically, raising his head to look at her.

“I guess he’s bored, huh?”

Billie looked at him in surprise. “How’d you know it was Drummer, not Copper?”

“Huh?” Jon eased back, sliding from her body and grinning. “C’mon, Billie - that was a boy’s voice!”

“You’re a very strange man.” She muttered for no particular reason, but Jon just nodded.

“Damned right I am.”

They got to their feet and headed to the edge of the sandbar, Billie’s back caked with damp sand, then Jon grimaced at the touch of the cold water on his feet.

“Great. We get dry then have to swim back.”

Billie smirked at him naughtily. “Speak for yourself. I was dry, until you got me wet.”

Jon was still trying to think of an appropriate response as she headed into the water, turning mischievously and kicking a sheet of water over him.

“Shit!” He yelled, immediately plunging into the river. “I’ll get you for that!”

Shrieking with laughter, Billie swam for it, but Jon was stronger and faster, catching her in the middle of the river and ducking her thoroughly. When she spluttered to the surface, he grabbed her and pulled her close, kissing her brutally hard, Billie groaning into his mouth, giving as good as she got.

They were forced apart, though, when Jon’s weight against her toppled Billie, and this time they both ended up underwater, coming up laughing. This time they did swim back to shore, rubbing themselves partly dry with their t shirts before dressing. Jon would always carry a memory of that day, though, a memory of Billie standing on the riverbank, laughing, wearing a black cowboy hat and not a stitch of clothing.