*****I wanted to take a moment to thank all of you that have followed this story from the beginning. It is the first story I ever written for here and it has gotten a mind of it's own. I really love hearing your feedback. Anon,public,private it doesn't matter. Good or bad as long as it is truly constructive, let me have it.
I don't anticipate it will have more after the part VI I am working on, but one never knows. This had a plot twist I wasn't expecting myself actually.
Again, Thank you. Please continue to vote and let me know what you're thinking and what I could improve on as a writer. Hope you enjoy Emily and Jonathon's adventures.
Apologies, this is a longer segment but I couldn't figure out how best to divide it, so alas it is here in one large section and why it took longer***************
Chapter 36
Emily knew she needed a shower, never having made it there the night before. She was too physically and emotionally drained at that moment to move and simply uttered the word, "Shower."
Jonathon laughed at her and left her lay there as he went to start the water. She could hear it running and her never ending thoughts went to what it would be like if he was there all the time. She had no desire to be married again, to pick up someone's socks, have boring sex. Sex with Jonathon was never boring though, would everyday life be boring? She quickly put the thought out of her head. He didn't want her like that anyway and she didn't want to be hurt again.
She felt his hand around her arm as he lifted her to her feet. Escorting her to the shower he whispered to her, "Mine."
They spoke few words as he caressed her body with the soft cloth and soap, paying special attention to her tender bottom. She allowed him to wash her long hair, something that neither of them had ever done before. His tenderness awed her, and she guardedly relished in it. She knew he would tire of her eventually, humans are fickle creatures and true love didn't exist she reminded herself.
Stepping from the shower, he patted her gently with the towel, collecting and remaining drops of water from her skin. Gently, she did the same for him. The sight of his naked body set her juices flowing again; she wanted him, needed to taste him.
Emily dropped the towel in her hand and began to lick the water droplets from his chest. Sucking tenderly on the nipples she longed to nibble but knew they were much too delicate; she wondered if there was ever going to be a way to toughen them.
As she kissed her way down his belly, sucking the moisture from his skin, his cock sprang to greet her in appreciation. Emily deliberately took her time moving lower across his flat stomach, inserting her tongue in his belly button; making circles around it. Jonathon moaned as she made her way, inserting his hand in her damp hair, now the color of an over-ripe cherry. Grabbing a loose handful he was able to see her face, her lips, as she met the tip of his fully hard cock.
Emily took great pleasure in being able to tease him with her tongue and as she settled to her knees she flicked the underside of his head with her piercing. She stiffened it and massaged that sensitive spot with the metal ball, tormenting him.
Gently sucking only the head, letting it pop in and out of her mouth, the sound resonated in the tiny bathroom. Jonathon parted his feet as she cupped him in her hand, massaging him with her small fingers. She lingered at his head and he nudged her with his hips, wanting to be deeper. She resisted, toying with him with her strong tongue.
Emily reached for Jonathon's hand as she rose to her feet and silently led him to her room. She guided him to the edge of her bed and motioned for him to maneuver himself against the pillows. He did as she requested and she knelt between his legs, admiring his formidable frame.
Starting at his ankles Emily begins to worship him with her mouth. She twirled the soft dark hair of his legs with her tongue as she made her way up one leg to the apex of his groin watching his cock bounce with pleasure as she teased around it. Emily licked his head then breathed on it, the sensation caused Jonathon to moan in appreciation and she knew the he wanted her lips to take him. She denied him his unspoken request and began to repeat the process with his right leg.
When she again reached the center of his thighs she straddled them, her bare, very wet pussy achingly close to his twitching member. She briefly tempted him, rubbing the hardness on her wet clit with her fingers.
Leaning into him she trailed her hard nipples in circles around his chest, the action caused her wetness to grind against his pelvis and Jonathon softly sighed for release. Instead, Emily slid her mound across his belly and her lips tasted the sensitive skin behind his left ear. Jonathon bucked his hips trying to meet hers, pleading for relief, she refused his request.
He tried to touch her but she pushed his hands gently back to the bed. Jonathon tried to speak but she placed her fingers on his lips, he responded by sucking them gently.
Silently controlling his actions was intensely erotic to Emily and her fluids began to cover his chest as she kissed his neck and chest, lowering her hips she feels his hard cock settle between the cleft of her ass. She rocked her pelvis in response, coating his pubic area and writhing against his cock.
Jonathon's moaning signaled his increasing desire. Emily crouched above him; her knees bent. She took his extraordinarily hard member in her hand, positioning it at the opening of her sex. With extreme control she allowed only the head to enter and circled her hips, her wetness dripping from her, glazing the tip.
Lifting his hips to meet hers, Emily raised hers allowing his head to pop from her opening; Jonathon groaned in frustration. His tormentor again lowered herself partially onto his cock; slightly further than she had previously. Emily slowly lowered herself up and down with great restraint as Jonathon periodically tried to meet her lowering hips. Still, she refused him, and he wondered how much he could take before he simply overpowered her.
Agonizingly slow she lowered herself further onto his cock almost meeting the base. Emily played this game with him for some time, sliding herself nearly the entire length of his shaft with excruciating slowness.
Jonathon, having difficulty with the torture, lifted his hips into her and briefly had relief as he impaled her fully. In response Emily lifted herself and hovered at the tip of his cock; swirling her hips.
Delighting in his torture Emily began to sink the entire length of his shaft with unbearable slowness, clenching her inner muscles as she did.
Jonathon could take it no longer and without warning and with extreme deftness he flipped Emily on her back and she squealed in delight. He growled at her in response, pinned her arms to the bed with one hand, and guided himself into her with the other.
His frustration with her teasing was evident as he forcefully thrust into her; driving her close to orgasm with little effort. Jonathon was soon near climax himself when he leaned into Emily and whispered, "cum for me baby." It was all Emily needed and she exploded. Her clenching muscles sent Jonathan over the brink and he filled her with his goodness.
Entirely spent, he fell on top of her, and for a moment Emily was concerned about him. She lifted his head, looked at his face, and he flopped back to her chest.
"Are you OK baby?" she asked.
"I think you're trying to kill me Emily."
Chapter 37
They spent the next several hours sleeping on and off, watching television and enjoying pizza delivered from Primo's. Emily appreciated the normalness of it all.
Growing up in rural Indiana her family life never exemplified normalcy. Her parents fought often and she often begged her mother to get divorced. They never did and life was tumultuous.
Emily, the oldest of three, fared well considering her upbringing, her brother and sister hadn't done as well. Both Michael and Kristina had suffered from addictions and survived on minimum wage jobs. Emily had worked her way through college and earned honors while there. Several well-known marketing agencies had tried to recruit her after graduation but she loved her job at Elton's and her commission was substantial, so she never left.
An unsuccessful marriage had briefly made Emily feel as though she herself had failed but it wasn't long before she recognized that the failure was not entirely her fault. She had been raised to believe that marriage is just what women do; get married and have kids, was expected of her. She realized she probably should have not been married in the first place. After meeting Jonathon, she knew that she had not truly loved her former husband, but that he was comfortable.
Thankful she had never had children and that she had weathered divorce with grace, Emily was happier than she had ever been in her life.
