This is a work of fiction forgive any basic errors. Constructive criticism is appreciated, feel free to leave any comment it doesn't mean I have to read it though. And just to see who all is reading thoroughly, feel free to make suggestions for future scenes or prompts for my writing. And someone remind me to beat the shit out of Jonathon because he is really freaking hard to characterize well, Bastard.
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Jonathon watched her quietly for a few minutes as she realigned herself. "Are you done being a silly woman?" he asked her, which made her hackles rise and she looked up at him defiantly but before she could say anything at all he wrapped his hand around the back of her head and squeezed lightly.
Susan dropped her gaze from his and shivered lightly at the control his grip had on her. She realized belatedly that he had wanted her to get angry, which only made her want to cause trouble to get back at him. What could she say? She was petty like that. She looked up at him again, giving her best puppy dog eyes, her bottom lip sticking out slightly from her face.
"I'm sorry sir, have I not been giving you enough attention?" she asked in her sweetest voice. Before he could say anything, she leaned forward and pulled his shirt up an inch to lay a suggestive kiss on the skin just above his waistband. She purred happily to him as her tongue darted out to give him a taste. Jonathon jerked against her, as if she had surprised him and that made her smile. She had been naked in front of him for several minutes now, not just physically, and Susan wanted him to be just as naked, wanted to see what he was like.
She began to pull on his shirt, pushing it over more and more flesh. Jonathon was so tall and he didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on his body. His flat perfectly etched abs were hard enough for her to bounce quarters off of them but as she kissed at them his slow deep breaths made them flex and ripple beneath her lips.
She looked up at him smiling playfully and gasped as she caught sight of his eyes. His entire body was relaxed, but his eyes were dark and piercing, reminding her of a caged animal. She had another bout of cold streaks and hot licks that rekindled her arousal. He was in total control of himself still but on edge. She had pushed him further than she ever had and wanted to push him too far. She knew he could get rough and she wanted it. She wanted him to break her as long as it included sweet release. She didn't break eye contact with him as she reached around him slowly. She placed her nails on his shoulder blades and raked them down roughly as she used her teeth to bite him just below the ribs.
Jonathon's snarl excited her, making her squeeze her supple thighs together tightly. She was getting wet again. The heat that had been sated earlier in the garage roared back to life and she whimpered below him.
He ripped his shirt over his head in one
smooth motion, throwing it haphazardly in a corner before leaning down to kiss her hard biting her lower lip enough for it to hurt. She gasped and moaned, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck tightly and dig her nails in his back again. He fumbled with his pants for a moment and then pushed them off pulling his boots off at the same time before he straightened and threw his pants and boots to join his shirt.