Chapter Thirty Eight

Moving slowly, Billie got to her feet, collecting the empty mugs and glasses, taking them to the kitchen. Jon looked down at Deke, reaching a hand to ruffle the dog’s head, then he got to his feet, too, stretching before heading to the kitchen. Billie had rinsed the dishes, laying them by the sink to drain, and Jon grinned tiredly as he held out a hand to her.

Taking his hand, Billie smiled, walking from the kitchen to her bedroom, leading Jon with her.

In the bedroom, they both undressed slowly, watching each other until they stood naked on opposite sides of Billie’s bed. She pulled down the cover, Jon tugging at his side, then they got into the bed, Billie flicking off the light before Jon gathered her into his arms. He kissed her tenderly, his tongue stroking hers languorously, then drawing back gradually. Right now, neither of them was even thinking of sex, just content to cuddle close together in the warmth of the bed.

“G’night Jon.” Billie pillowed her head on his warm, furred chest.

“G’night Billie.” Jon kissed the top of her head, tightening his arms around her as he spoke gently again. “G’night cowgirl.”

Neither of them spoke again just shifting slightly to adjust their positions to maximum comfort, Billie falling asleep first, lulled by Jon’s heartbeat beneath her head. He quickly followed her into sleep, and during the night they moved without waking, Jon tucking his body against Billie’s back, still holding her close.

In the early hours of the day, dawn just beginning to brighten the sky, Billie woke, feeling the warmth of Jon against her back. Moving a little brought no reaction, and she smiled as she realised he was still asleep. Well, mostly asleep, though there was a hot, hard pressure building against her ass that said part of him was waking up. She moved again, rubbing back on him, the hardness increasing though he still slept.

She slipped from under his arm, smiling when he rolled conveniently onto his back. Reaching low under the covers, Billie stroked him lightly, then closed her fingers more tightly on the hot shaft, pumping her hand on him as she watched his face change, his lips pouting sensually at the sensation. With her hand still on his dick, Billie smiled as she slid under the covers, bringing her mouth onto him instead, a slow sucking of swollen flesh, hands and mouth working together on his cock and balls, chuckling slightly as she wondered whether he’d wake or just think he was having a very, very vivid dream.

Jon was dreaming of being back up on stage, the pressure and friction of his guitar against his crotch getting him hard as he sang. When the rubbing friction was replaced by wet heat, though, the dream faded away, so he woke to the feeling of a hot mouth sucking on him. Groaning softly with the pleasure of it, he opened his eyes, slightly surprised to see a white bedcover, lifting it up with one hand to see Billie’s dark head at his groin.

He knew he was too far gone to pull her away, to have the control left to stop her and to make love to her, and he didn’t even try to fight it, just spreading his legs wider to let her play with the tight sac drawn up hard against his body. Laying a hand on her head, Jon fisted his fingers in her hair, letting out another groan, letting Billie know how she was pleasing him.

“Damn, Billie. I…..” His voice cracked as she raised her head, swirling her tongue around the ultra-sensitive tip before plunging him deep again. “……..ahh, fuck…….baby…….that’s it, baby……more…….oh, Jesus…..”

He wanted to keep watching her mouth sliding up and down on his dick, but he couldn’t find the strength to hold his head up, every ounce of energy apparently concentrated between his legs at the moment. With another groan, Jon let his head fall back on the pillow, bringing his left hand up over his head, gripping onto the headboard, trying to stop himself from ripping Billie’s hair out by the roots as his hips started to move of their own accord, pumping slowly upward, thrusting deeper into Billie’s mouth.

She accepted it happily, purring deep in her throat, vibrating her tongue on the hot flesh in her mouth, feeling the hand in her hair tighten as Jon panted above her.

“Jesus, darlin’…….yes………oh, God, yes……I’m gonna……..aaahhh………”

The shout of pleasure was accompanied by the surge of hot fluid into Billie’s mouth, and she swallowed quickly, fighting the gag reflex as Jon thrust into her throat. His hand slowly relaxed on her head, though his grip on the headboard remained rigid even until Billie had licked away the final drops from him and crawled up the bed again, emerging flushed and smiling from under the cover.

“Good morning.” She purred with a cheeky smile, seeing his arm still raised, bicep bulging from his grip on the bed.

Forcing his hand to release the bed, Jon gave Billie the kind of smile that only a man who’d just been blown could dredge up, wasted and satisfied all at once.

“I dunno if it’s morning, but it’s certainly good.” He said a little hoarsely, reaching to her face, wiping an escaped drop of his semen from the edge of her lip, Billie catching his hand and licking away the wetness from his finger.

“You sure know how to wake a guy up.” He murmured, pulling her across to lie on top of him, his hands grasping her ass. “Gimme a minute to catch my breath and we’ll see what kind of good morning I can give you.”

Billie cuddled down on top of him, content to wait a few minutes for her pleasure, his taste still in her mouth. She actually dozed, waking maybe fifteen minutes later at the insistent pressure of a hot, hard lump against her thigh where her leg had slipped between Jon’s.

“You fell asleep on me.” He pouted as she raised her head.

“Literally.” Billie giggled, moving a little, rubbing her thigh on him until Jon grinned, growling as he flipped her over onto her back, pinning her under his body and leering down at her.

“That’s better.” He purred, lowering his head to kiss her deeply, Billie running her hands into the tangled mane of his hair.

Jon moved down from her mouth, kissing down her throat to her chest, not lingering there long, though, just taking a moment to lick around each nipple before moving on, down between her legs to caress the wetness he found, his tongue sliding briefly inside to twist and tease, lips and teeth working on the sensitive bud to bring her whimpering to the brink, then easing back to bite at the insides of her thighs before driving her higher again, the pearly fluid now dripping from her as she moaned his name.

Teasing wasn’t his goal right now, though. All he wanted was to bury himself into her one more time, to feel her body accepting him, then to feel the pulsing clench of her orgasm around his dick, her pleasure drawing him along with her, cumming together for that ultimate satisfaction.

“Do you want me?” He asked softly, moving up her body.

“Yes.” Billie replied without hesitation, spreading her thighs wider.

“Good. ‘Cause I want you.” Jon replied, reaching to grab one of her thick pillows, pulling it toward him then raising Billie up, sliding the pillow under her butt.

With the pillow holding her high, Jon finally slid his cock slowly into her soaked flesh, filling her in one stroke then holding himself still for a moment before giving another tiny nudge forward, his balls tight against her body. Billie moaned, lithely wrapping both legs around him, holding herself wide open to him as she deliberately tensed her inner muscles. Jon groaned as she increased the pressure around his swollen dick.

“You’re killing me, Billie.” He groaned helplessly as she did it again, a swift relaxation followed by more pressure.

As she relaxed her muscles again, he drew back, thrusting home a little harder, and it was her turn to groan in helpless pleasure

“Jon.” She moaned, and he rose onto his outstretched arms above her, starting a slow, devastating rhythm, grinding against her clit on every stroke.

Billie gazed up at him, then she used a handful of his hair to draw him down to kiss her. Never altering those steady, deep thrusts, Jon lowered himself onto Billie, kissing her as they made love, feeling her hands in his hair, roaming onto his back, to his butt and back to his shoulders, her touch never still.

Jon drove her slowly to orgasm, Billie whispering his name as it broke over her, waves of pleasure coursing through her body until she was clinging onto him, sweating and crying out in the sweetness of release. Just as the first waves of it shook through Billie, Jon came, shorter, harder strokes spilling him inside her, grunting softly in the spasms of it. Slowly coming to a halt above her - in her - Jon pressed another kiss to her tender, puffy lips, easing himself from her body as he softened, Billie purring soft pleasure.

“Now it’s a good morning.” She said with a smile.