Chapter 8

Thanks as always for your patience. If you haven't seen it, here's a link to some pics of JT's condo in Chicago

http://www.chicagotribune.com/features/ct-toews-home-pg,0,6616895.photogallery

She felt like she’d had a good work out. Her muscles were stretched and aching, her body was warm and relaxed and she was tired; really, really tired. Vaguely, somewhere in the back of her mind she had the feeling that she’d slept through her alarm; that it was already later than she’d meant to sleep.

Opening one eye, she found herself staring out the floor to ceiling window at the morning light filtering through the high rises of the city.

“Oh fuck.” Her eyes were suddenly wide open and she was already tossing back the covers when her wrist was caught in a crushing grip. Edie looked down at the fingers encircling her arm and then over at the boyishly handsome face to whom those fingers belonged.

“Stay,” he mumbled, barely coherently, without even opening his eyes.

“I have sales meetings to go to,” she tried to explain, wondering if she was going to be able to peel his fingers away from her wrist, if she was going to be able to free herself from his grip and then, secondarily, if she wanted to.

“Stay,” he repeated, a little more firmly this time, opening one teddy bear velvet brown eye and fixing her with a gaze that was half challenge and half boyish grin. One dimple showed clearly though the rest of his face was hidden in the pillow. She wondered, briefly, how he hadn’t smothered himself in his sleep.

“I’m already late,” she tried to explain but his grip only tightened on her wrist.

“I want you to stay,” he growled this time and, with a tug on her arm, pulled her closer to his warm body. With a little shimmying, he fit his body to hers and then locked his arm around her waist like one of those security bars on a roller coaster snapping into place, followed by his leg draping over hers’ so that she felt a bit like she was being cuddled by an giant bear, only less hairy. Closing her eyes, she couldn’t stop herself from smiling as he pressed a gentle kiss to curve of her shoulder. It would be so easy to just stay there, in the big warm bed with the big warm hockey player, but she did have sales calls to make, a job to do, people expecting her.

“I have to go,” she whispered, only to have him press his body impossibly closer to hers’ until she felt like she might melt into the heat of his skin.

“Not yet,” he replied, his voice muffled as his lips pressed against her skin, the nape of her neck, the spot between her shoulders, making her shiver.

‘Carolyn can take care of the calls’, Edie told herself as Jonathan continued to kiss his way down her back while his hands cupped her breasts. It wasn’t like she’d never had to cover for the dirty stop-out. She felt his dick rise against the back of her thigh and she rubbed herself against him until he moaned and rolled her over onto her stomach, digging his knee between her thighs to spread them.

She gasped as he entered her, her body still tender from the in numerous assaults of the night before. Could anyone ever get used to the size of that thing, she wondered as he dragged her hips up off of the mattress and pulled her body back against his, over his, until she felt his hips pressed flush against her ass.

She was going to have bruises where his fingers were digging in her hips but that was going to be the least of her injuries. ‘He’s ruining me for any other man, she thought as she dug her fingers into one of the many pillows littered at the head of the massive king sized bed. It felt like there was no part of her that he wasn’t touching, filling or spreading. She felt the solid width of his chest pressed to her back, heard his ragged breathing in her ear, but mostly all that she could feel was him, all of him, moving slowly inside of her.

She heard herself making noises that sounded almost inhuman, noises that sounded more like they were coming from a wounded animal. She felt like she was being stretched beyond the point of pleasure, but it was the sweetest kind of agony.

‘I could wake up like this every day’, she thought to herself and then immediately tried to force the idealistic image out of her head. This was over, today. Tonight she was flying home, to Vancouver and the only time she’d ever see him would be on TV, playing against the Canucks and maybe, no, more than likely in her dreams.

“What happened?” he breathed in her ear. He’d gone still, but she could feel his heart beating against her back.

“Nothing,” she muttered, squeezing her eyes shut against the sudden sharp pain she felt in her chest.

“Bullshit. You were with me and then you weren’t,” he hissed back at her.

“It just...it just hurt for a minute.” It was a half truth at best but after a pause, as if he was mulling it over, he moved again, slowly pulling out as if he would stop altogether, before he very slowly slid his cock all the way back in until she felt his hips meet the soft flesh of her ass.

“Touch yourself,” he whispered in her ear, peeling her hand away from the end of the mattress where it tucked into the dark leather headboard and guiding it down between her legs. 

With his palm pressed against the back of her hand, he pressed her fingers up into the slick wet heat of her pussy and its’ walls tighten around his cock as she began to stroke her clit.

“That’s it,” he whispered in her ear as he slid nearly free only to bury himself to the hilt inside of her again. His own hands slid up her ribcage to her shoulders, using what remaining strength he had to pull her back with each thrust. She whimpered and pushed back against him. His breath caught in his throat. He was so close already but wanted to make this last, to postpone her leaving or even better, stop her from going. He tried bringing dark, disturbing images to mind, like Byfuglien dancing to disco in the shower or Kaner trying to do the electric slide, anything to stop himself from losing control but every time she pressed that button her body clenched ever tighter around his and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to stop the tide from crashing to the shore. “God you feel good,” he told her, pulling out just to watch his dick disappear back inside of her.

She looked amazing against the crumpled white sheets on his bed. Her hair was almost the same colour as the headboard but her skin was almost golden in the early light of the day that streamed in through the window. He ran his hand down the line of her spine to her hip and found a set of paw prints tattooed there He ran his fingertips over the dark lines that marred her skin and watched as her skin turned to gooseflesh.

That wasn’t the only imperfection his fingers found as they travelled lightly over her pale flesh. Her skin puckered into a crescent shaped pink scar on her other hip. He wanted to ask her about that, about the tattoos and about small mole on her left buttock. ‘This can’t be it’ he swore to himself as she dropped her head so that her dark hair kissed the white sheets like a waterfall hiding even her profile from him and let out a long low moan.

“Now,” she whimpered, the walls of her vagina tightening like a vice around his cock. “I’m...cumming...now!”

Jon squeezed his eyes shut and tried to breathe through the pressure he felt in his balls, holding himself absolutely still while her body sucked like a vampire at his, but it was too much. As soon as she dropped her hand away and grabbed at one of the pillows, he replaced her fingers with his own and the minute he touched her clit, her entire body bucked back against his and her pussy walls closed tight against him and he was gone.

He swore, he thought, cried out or cursed he wasn’t sure. He was blind to everything but the way she felt, the fireworks going off in his head and the near pain in his balls as every last drop he had drained into her.

It took a few minutes before he could even catch his breath and then his knees gave out from under him and he collapsed to the bed, pulling her with him. He pressed his body close against her, fitting his knees to the back of hers’ and wrapping his arms around her middle.

“You’re amazing,” he told her, nuzzling her neck.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she whispered back, reaching for the quilt and pulling it up to her shoulder. “A bit of an exhibitionist but...not bad,” she laughed laying one arm over his and sliding the other under a pillow.

“Oh the window...that,” he chuckled and pressed his lips to the back of her ear. It’s not as easy to see through as you might think from the outside. There’s some kind of...I don’t know, treatment or something. I’m not saying if you had a telescope or binoculars that it wouldn’t have been a good show,” he added, thinking about all the positions he’d had her in already and how many more he wanted to try.

“Mostly of your ass,” she pointed out, giggling when he got silent. “It’s a nice ass though,” she added letting go of his arm to reach around and slide her hand over it.

“Nice enough to make you stay?” he asked in a more serious tone and then it was her turn to grow silent.

“I have to go,” she said eventually, and though he detected a note of distress in her voice, Jon felt an answering pain deep in his chest.

“Stay for breakfast, at least?” he asked, wanting to buy himself time to think of some way to make her stay. She was silent again for so long that he felt certain the next word out of her mouth was going to be ‘no’, but instead she nodded.

“Coffee, black and then I really have to go.”

“There’s a cart downstairs, I’ll be right back,” he promised, kissing her cheek, sliding out of bed and bounding for his closet, grabbing his phone on the way by. He’d call Sharpie on his downstairs. Pat would know what to say to make her realize she had to stay.

“What are you doing?” she asked herself as she furiously rummaged through his closet looking for any more items of clothing left behind by Kane’s sisters. “Acting like you’re on fucking honeymoon,” she berated herself as she came across a simple black wrap dress that had been carefully folded over top of a tiny black lace g-string. Edie held it up and made a face. “Beggars can’t be chooser Edie,” she reminded herself and pulled it on. She looked at the wrap dress sceptically, but with little other options, she pulled it on and tied it at her waist, shaking her head at the amount of cleavage it showed. Obviously Kane’s sisters had no boobs as well. She thought about taking one of his suit jackets, but one look at how wide the shoulders were and how long the sleeves would be on her and Edie decided against it.

Grabbing her phone, she hit the speed dial for Carolyn’s number and hoped that she hadn’t left the hotel yet and could grab her something else to wear. After ten rings Edie snapped her phone shut, tugged her heels on again and went looking for the Jessica Rabbit dress she assumed they would have to return before they left the city.

Edie stood over the small desk in the corner of his room and stared down at the blank sheets of notepaper staring back at her. She felt like it was the least she could do, leave him a note, but she couldn’t think of anything to say. She picked up the pen and put it down again. What could she say? What was the proper etiquette for notes left to a one night stand?

Thanks for making sure I won’t walk properly for days? Thanks for ruining me for all other men, keep up the good work? I’d really like to do this again sometime but I don’t live here so...?

Edie shook her head and turned away from the desk. There was no point in a note or even leaving her number. It had been a one night stand and even leaving a note was making more out of it than there was or ever could be. So she liked him and he seemed to like her. It didn’t matter.

She glanced out at the view from his room of the surrounding steel and glass jungle. If she needed any other proof that he was someone and she wasn’t, she didn’t need more than this view of the city overlooking the river to prove it.

“Get moving Edes,” she admonished herself, “before you start blubbering like an idiot.”

Running her fingers through her hair, knowing that until she got a hold of a proper brush that there was no way of truly correcting what obviously looked like sex hair, she flipped open her phone and dialled four one one..

“Hi, I need a taxi,” she explained brusquely to the operator and waited to be put through. “Hi, yes, I need a taxi at...,” she looked around the desk and picked up an envelope that looked like it might be a bill, “at four fifty East Waterside Drive. Five minutes? Great, I’ll be outside.” Closing her phone, Edie took one last look at the view, breathed a heavy sigh and then walked out of his bedroom where the condition of the sheets were testament to what had been done in them and the scent of sex hung in the air. 

“I’m in love.”

“Wait, who is this? Did you steal this phone? No, wait. Is that you Kaner?” Jonathan made a face as he stepped out of the elevator and into the foyer of his building. There were other tenants leaving, in their business suits with their briefcases in their hands, looking very different from Jon in his track pants and t-shirt.   

“It’s me Sharpie, it’s Jon,” Jon grumbled into the phone as he walked out the front doors of his building and joined the line up at the coffee cart.

“It can’t be. Captain Serious doesn’t have time for girls let alone feelings.” Jon could hear the grin in Patrick’s voice and reminded himself that this was all new for him.

“I met someone last night,” he continued, trying to ignore the sarcasm in his teammate’s voice.

“Last night? Shit Tayzer, from zero to hero or what?” Jon clenched his teeth while Pat laughed at his expense. Eventually his silence spoke loudly enough that Pat cleared his throat and got serious. “Okay, so you met someone, and I’m not saying she’s not a perfectly nice person JT but this is exactly why we’ve all been telling you that you have to get out more. You don’t fall in love with some random girl you don’t know from Adam.”

“She spent the night, the entire night,” Jon pointed out, marvelling at the thrill that went through him when he thought about it. “We talked and she’s...brave and crazy and funny and...amazing,” he added breathlessly, turning pink when the older woman in front of him in the line turned around and smiled indulgently at him.

“Whoa there cowboy. All this in one night? She might be able to suck a golf ball through ten feet of hose but let’s not get carried away.” Jon shook his head. He’d hoped that now that Sharpie was tied down he’d understand and have some encouraging words for him, which is why he’d called him and not Kaner.

“I want her to stay. I just thought you might have some words of wisdom for me but if all you’re going to do is take the piss then....”

“You’re serious huh?” He heard Patrick make a derisive noise deep in his throat and waited to hear if the talented forward would continue to make fun of him or if he’d actually offer some useful advice. “And she actually wants to leave? She’s not...making calling all her friends move into your place and planning your wedding?”

“No...actually she kind of hates me,” Jon grinned to himself, thinking about how last night had begun, or at least the part right after he’d kissed her. “She’s from Vancouver. She’s a Canucks fan,” he explained and then listened while his teammate laughed.

“So she’s not one of yours and Kane’s puck bunnies?” Pat mused. “Well, good I guess.”

“Yeah, she pretty much hates us but it’s a good thing for me that she hates Kaner more,” Jon laughed himself.

“So she at least has half a brain,” Pat chuckled. “And so she’s going home to Vancouver?”

“I want her to stay,” Jon sighed, reaching into his pocket to pull out a wad of folded bills as he neared the front of the line. “I need her to stay.” For a long moment his friend was silent as Jon ordered a large black coffee, handing over a five dollar bill as the cup was filled.

“I don’t know Jon, one night...,” Pat’s voice fell away and the words left unspoken were loud in Jon’s ears.

“It could happen though right? I’m not crazy. I know how I feel,” he mumbled as he took the Styrofoam cup and walked away from the cart and back towards his building.

“I guess...yeah I guess,” Pat replied quietly. “I don’t know what to tell you except....” Jon heard his teammate sigh and then fall into silence. “Well, I guess the truth is always the best way to begin,” he added sincerely. Smiling to himself, Jon nodded. It was in his heart to do just that but hearing someone else say it out loud aided in his decision.

“Thanks Pat. I’ll catch you later at practice.”

“Make sure you do,” his teammate told him with his usual amused tone. Jon stuck his phone in his pocket and stepped into the elevator with a smile on his face. He was going to tell her how he felt and ask her to stay. It felt right and his heart swelled in his chest in reply.

As he stepped out on his floor, he almost felt like he was floating. The guys might tell him he was crazy but he knew that he wasn’t.

“Eden I was just talking to my friend and I was telling him....” Jon’s voice fell away as he walked into his room to find his bed empty. He turned in a tight circle, looking for her clothes, but they were gone, and so was her phone from his night table. “Eden,” he called, pushing open the doors to his walk in closet, but she wasn’t there either.

She was gone.

Chapter 7

 So so sorry for how long this took me to get out. I was doing this Christmas one shot for my yahoo group and it took way more of my time than I expected but I hope this is long enough and hawt enough to make up for the wait!

“I can’t believe we just did that. That I just did that.” Just like that he was back to being the ingénue, his face suffused with blood as he swirled the hot fudge sauce of his sundae into the melting remains of the ice cream he’d just downed like it was going to save his life. Maybe it was the only way he could cool his jets Edie thought, wondering why she felt more than mildly proud of herself as she reached to steal the cherry that floated in the melted ice cream.

“You mean me almost getting raped and mugged or...,” she waited for him to look up at her, still blushing furiously, and then she smiled. It was almost too easy and yet she couldn’t stop doing it, making him stammer and go red like some kind of virgin. He made a face and then glanced furtively around as if he thought everyone in the all night old fashioned ice cream parlour was looking at them, as if they knew that the great Jonathan Toews had just had sex in a public place.

“You shouldn’t have gone off like that,” he replied more soberly and Edie rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, but you still lied,” she pointed out, grabbing one of the vanilla wafers from the pool of melted ice cream he was still scooping into his mouth.

“No,” he replied calmly, rescuing a slice of banana and offering it to her. She was still mad but she was also hungry, so she leaned forward and let him put the spoon in her mouth. She held onto it with her teeth and made him fight to get it back. It was his turn to roll his eyes. “I didn’t lie, exactly,” he quickly added when she opened her mouth to repeat his lie back to him. “I just wasn’t clear. What I should have said was that Pat’s sisters sometimes use my place rather than staying at the garbage dump he calls a house,” he explained and Edie found it easy to picture the frat house that Patrick Kane would live in, it probably made Delta Tau Chi look like Martha Stewart was their decorator. “So no, those clothes don’t belong to some one night stand and no, before you ask,” he added wearing the ‘you must believe me’ expression on his face, “I have never and have no plans to ever sleep with any of Kaner’s sisters, even if they are cute.” That part was added for her benefit, she knew, as he was barely able to hide the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips, his lips which looked like they’d been doing a lot of kissing.

Edie wondered if she looked like she’d been ridden hard and put away wet. The young waitress in her straight out of the fifties pinafore gave her one of those disapproving glances that clearly said ‘I know what you’ve been doing’. Her expression changed one hundred and eighty degrees, however, when she turned to ask Jon if there was anything, and I mean, anything she could get for him; him, not them. The difference wasn’t lost on either one of them.

“We’re good, thanks,” Jon answered politely, without looking up at the waitress who was standing a little too close to him in her blonde pig tails and bubble gum pink lipstick. He also reached across the table to put his hand over hers’. “Unless there’s something else you want, babe?”

Babe? Edie couldn’t think of the last time, or any time for that matter, that a guy had called her that except maybe in jest and whoever that had been would have quickly ducked, knowing that she’d be aiming for their teeth with her knuckles. In this instance, however, she didn’t mind, at all.

“I have you don’t I? What more could I want?” she answered in a sickly sweet syrupy voice as she batted her eyelashes at him and slid her fingers into his. The act had its desired effect. The Jenny Piccolo look-a-like made a huffing sound, jammed her note pad into her pinny and stomped off. Edie watched her go with a satisfied smile. “So, what’s the plan Stan?” she asked, turning her attention back to Jon who was now softly brushing his thumb along the inside of her hand. She liked it. It felt restful.

“Did you...nah, you’ll think it’s dumb,” he muttered, the tips of his ears suddenly turning red as he looked down at his now mostly empty bowl. He scraped his spoon around the edge, collecting the cooling fudge sauce, which he then sucked off slowly. Watching the way he did it made her nipples ache.

“Try me,” she tried to stifle a yawn behind her hand but he looked up at the last minute, caught her and smiled.

“There’s this old movie theatre that plays old monster movies all night but...you probably wouldn’t be into that.” He went back to digging around in his bowl and it seemed clear that was back to the shy Jonathan that was waiting...no, expecting to be shut down.

“Actually I really like old monster movies,” she replied, running her foot up the inside of his leg, repeatedly, until he finally raised his eyes to meet her gaze. “But I’ve been up since six and someone’s kind of tired me out,” she added with a smile that made him blush again. “But I was sort of thinking about the crazy big Jacuzzi tub of yours.”

“Yeah?” He looked up and grinned and Edie thought to herself how much that lop sided grin of his was an unfair weapon. Every time he looked at her like that she found that she ended up grinning back at him like she had no control over herself or any of the muscles in her face. “I really didn’t want to take you back to your hotel.”

“And risk running into your buddy Kane in my roommate’s bed? No thanks,” she grinned back at him as he pulled a twenty out of his wallet and laid it out on the table before offering his hand to her and pulling her to her feet.

“Even if he is,” Jon whispered in her ear as they walked past the waitress who was still eyeing him like he was a big piece of candy, not that he noticed, “I bet they haven’t had as interesting night as we have so far.” So far he’d said. Edie smiled to herself. It wasn’t right that she felt that happy about something as inane as that statement, but she did.

“Oh...oh god.” Her eyes were closed and she had a blissful smile on her face as she lay back in the mountain of bubbles. Jon dug his thumbs into her instep and laughed while she made sex noises. “Oh please don’t tell me you guys sit around on the plane and rub each other’s feet, or if you do, please just tell me you rub Sharpe’s feet and not Kane’s.”

“We have people do this kind of thing for us,” he told her, listening to the small bones of her foot creak and crack under the pressure of his ministrations.

“Screw hockey. You could do this for a living,” she moaned, slipping further into the aromatic suds he’d filled the tub with. She was no longer wearing any of the make-up he’d first seen her wearing and she’d pulled all of her dark hair into a simple pony tail and she looked no less beautiful than the moment he’d seen her across the bar.

“I’ll remember that if I ever get injured and can’t play,” he told her, running his thumbs up from her heel to the pad of her foot, eliciting a long, low groan. “So has no guy ever done this for you?” he asked, watching her face as he made the same motion along the top of her foot. She looked thoughtful for a moment and then she shook her head.

“I had a guy paint my toenails once,” she replied, reaching blindly for the wine glass, her hand patting the tile but she still didn’t open her eyes.

“Well I guess if you live long enough you’ll have all kinds of experiences.” The minute it was out of his mouth he wanted to take it back but the way her eyes opened, just a slit, told him he was going to pay for saying it.

“Was that a crack about my age?” she asked slowly in a threatening sort of tone as she pressed the ball of the foot he wasn’t currently holding against his scrotum in a way that let him know that if he gave the wrong answer that she was willing to crush his nuts.

“I...I don’t even know how old you are,” he stammered, trying to slide away from the pressure of her foot but there was nowhere to go, unless he wanted to get out of the tub, and he was almost willing to lose a nut or two to stay in there with her.

“There are a few things you just don’t ask a woman, like her age or how many guys she’s slept with.” He could tell that as soon as she said it she regretted bringing it up. She no longer looked relaxed. In fact, she glanced over at him with a distinctly concerned expression and then turned to grab the glass of chilled white wine that was sweating beside the tub.

“Why, has there been a lot?” He suddenly wanted to know. He actually wanted to know as much about her as she was willing to tell him, but this...this he wanted to know the answer to. She sipped at the wine and Jon could tell that she was considering ignoring the question altogether by the way she was refusing to look over at him. He reduced the pressure on her foot. That got her attention. “I’ll tell you if you tell me.”

“I’m not sure I want to know how far down your bedpost my notch goes,” she told him, still holding the glass up near her lips, almost like she wanted to hand behind it.

“Five,” he told her without her having to ask. Her eyes got a little wider and it was evident that she had to actually work at swallowing her wine instead of spitting it out. When she had finally managed that and had put her glass down she wiggled her foot loose while she studied him like he’d just said something outrageous.

“I won’t be shocked if you tell me the real number,” she promised in a clipped tone as she crawled out of the bath and reached for a towel, wrapping herself in it and reaching for a hand towel to dry the part of her pony tail that had gotten wet.

“That is the real number,” he insisted, hitting the button to drain the tub and then joining her on the fluffy bath mat, taking the smaller towel out of her hands and gently patting her hair dry. He looked up into the fogged mirror and was able to just make out that she was biting down on her bottom lip like she was considering whether to believe him or not. “I’m not Pat. I keep telling you that but you keep not believing me.”

“Maybe I don’t want to believe that you really are a good Canadian kid,” she replied quietly, glancing at his reflection in the mirror with an unreadable expression on her face and then she walked out of the bathroom, heading for the bedroom. Grabbing a towel and wrapping it quickly around his waist, Jon followed. 

Edie could feel his eyes following her as she searched the floor of his bedroom for the clothes she’d arrived in and the clothes she’d ‘borrowed’. ‘If I stay one more minute I’m doomed’ she told herself, grabbing her heels and the slinky dress that had gotten her into this mess in the first place.

“Don’t leave.” It wasn’t a request. He probably wasn’t used to asking for things anymore but as much as she wanted to be offended by the demand, she could hear the plea in the timbre of his voice too and the part of her that was so afraid of staying yearned to give in to the command.

“No. This is crazy,” she mumbled, struggling to pull on her g-string and hold onto the towel at the same time. “This is the craziest one night stand anyone has ever had in the history of one night stands,” she added through clenched teeth. She heard him make a very male sound of frustration deep in his throat and had to fight the urge to turn around and look at the expression on his face. ‘Because you’ll end up looking at that chest and then you’ll be putty in his hands and you know it’ she lectured herself as she hopped from one foot to the other to pull the clam diggers back on.

“I don’t get it.” ‘No, no, no’, she thought, ‘don’t talk me out of this.’ “You were perfectly happy a minute ago, and now you’re rushing out of her like I’ve done something wrong.” She felt his hands on her shoulders and stiffened.

“It’s just...this is nuts and I have meetings in the morning and,” his lips pressed softly against the nape of her neck and Edie squeezed her eyes shut. He may as well have touched her clit she had the same knee weakening reaction.

“Stay,” he whispered in her ear, “please.” She wanted to stamp her feet. She did ball her hands into fists at her sides but instead of a growl of frustration, what came out was a pathetic sounding whine.

“Nooo.” She sounded like a petulant child unhappy about not getting her way and she hated it but what she hated worse than that was that she wanted to give in to him so badly that she was teetering on the edge of saying something stupid, something that there was just no way she should even be thinking after only a few hours.

“What are you afraid of Eden?” he asked with his voice low and soft oozing like melted butter into her ear.

“Of you, of liking you,” she admitted in a small, strangled voice. She wanted to rip her tongue out for confessing the truth to him. She also wanted to cry. She did neither. Instead she let him pull her back against the solid width of his chest, wrap his strong muscular arms around her and kiss her cheek.

“Would it help if I said I’m way past liking you?” he asked, pressing his lips to the corner of her eye where a single tear had managed to escape. She nodded and heard his answering laugh, more a vibration deep in his chest and a warm breath that tickled her cheek. “Then will you stay?” he asked this time and she nodded again. “Good.”

He slowly turned her so that she was facing him and tipped her mouth up to meet his. He kissed her softly, moving his lips gently over hers’ while he unravelled the towel from around her chest, dropping it to the floor at their feet. He manoeuvred her backwards towards the bed until the back of her knees hit the mattress and she naturally sat down before he pressed her back onto the mattress, his bigger body kneeling over her. His towel was gone and Edie found herself staring up at the long sculpted torso that looked like it belonged on a marble pedestal. She reached up and ran her fingers down his chest until they slid over the indentation of his belly button and found that thin trail of wiry curls that lead to the prize that rose to meet her hand. 

Jon groaned as her fingers encircled his cock. He fought the urge to shut his eyes. He wanted to look at her, wanted her to see that he wanted to look at her.

This time was going to be different. This time wasn’t going to be the frantic, sweaty coupling or the urgent, needy sex they’d already experienced tonight. This time was going to be slow. This time he wanted to take his time even if right at this moment, with her hands on him he didn’t feel like he would last. It took a great deal of will power for him to pluck her hand from around his dick and press it over her head, but when he took her mouth again, when he felt the soft swell of her breasts pressing against his chest, the sensation was just as good.

It was harder, when she reached for him. It was harder not to give in to the feel of her warm hands on his still damp and cooling skin. It was hard not to give in to the way she raised her hips from the bed, pressing her hips to his. It took his only remaining will power to take that hand too and hold it above her head and continue to take his time, tasting her skin, her lips, her tongue. If this was it, and he didn’t want it to be, then he wanted to know and memorize every single centimetre of her.

He only let go of her wrists when he lowered his mouth to her breasts, knowing she wouldn’t be able to reach that part of him and do things to him that would weaken his resolve. He held her breasts together, moving his mouth from one pink tip to the other, licking and sucking them until she was whimpering and biting down on her full bottom lip and rubbing herself against his thigh. He watched her, the torment in her face telling him that she wasn’t going to forget tonight and that was his goal. If he could never have her again, and please god let that not happen, he wanted her to remember this forever.

“Pleeeeeeease,” she whimpered, opening her eyes to look down at him.

“Please what?” he asked, her nipple coming out of his mouth with an audible, wet popping sound.

“I want...I want...,” she began, pressing her hips up against his.

“Want what?” he asked, kissing his way down her stomach until his tongue was slowly circling her belly button. “What do you want Eden?” He slid the pants she was wearing down over her hips as she raised her butt off of the bed to help him. He slid them up, bringing her legs with them until both of her ankles were on one of his shoulders.

“You,” she sighed as he bit down on the instep of her foot.

“I’m right here,” he teased, his fingers dancing down over her calf to tickle the back of her knee. She squirmed and made an angry face, but he had both of her legs pinned against his torso beneath one of his arms. She was trapped. Her eyes narrowed and she squeezed her pretty mouth closed. “Oh you want something...specific?” he asked, rubbing the head of his cock against the now swollen pink lips of her pussy. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her hands dug into the blankets as he pressed the head of his dick into her but went no further.  

“Puhleeeeze!” she cried out, unable to do anything to force the object of her desire any further in. Laughing, Jonathan pulled out his cock and rubbed it over her entrance as she squirmed, trying to force herself closer.

“Tell me what you want me to do Eden,” he said, his voice sounding hoarse. He wanted it as much as she did, maybe more, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that if she thought he was torturing her, he knew he was also torturing himself. “Tell me with that dirty mouth of yours’”

“Do it to me,” she whimpered, her hands pushing her breasts together, and as he watched, she pulled at her own nipples and moaned. “Do it hard.” 

With a groan he submitted and shoved himself into her all at once, pressing the breath right out of Eden’s lungs. He’d hardly had to touch her and she was so soaking wet for him that he easily slid the full length and girth of his tool to its’ hilt. She was tighter this way and it almost hurt, or maybe that was just because he’d fucked her so hard before that she was still tender. It didn’t hurt though, not exactly.

‘Hurts so good’, she thought to herself. ‘I guess this is what Mellancamp was talking about.’

It still wasn’t what she wanted though, or not exactly. He was inside her and that was good, no amazing, but what she wanted was to have him do it hard and fast the way he had when they’d fucked in the alley. She wanted to feel him moving inside of her but at the moment, as she looked at him, still holding both of her legs against his chest, his eyes were closed and he wasn’t moving. He wasn’t doing anything.

“Jon?” she asked, wondering at the concentration on his face.

“Just...fuck...just give me a minute, okay?” Edie smiled but managed to stop herself from laughing. He was trying not to cum.

“Oh, okay,” she replied sweetly and then started doing Kegel exercises, shifting her weight onto her elbows and watching as his expression morphed from strained to tormented.

“Sheeeit,” he cursed, his grip tightening on her ankles. She countered by tightening her muscles around his cock. He let out a long string of curse words and pulled out with one movement of his hips. Before she could even complain, he was pressing her thighs apart and diving into her pussy, tearing a scream from her throat as he pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit.

Edie grabbed a fistful of sheet in each hand as she rode the orgasm that bowed her spine. He wasn’t letting up. His tongue was working furiously on her clit and he wasn’t letting her down from the high that had her entire body quaking and shuddering as one orgasm after another sent electric shock after electric shock ripping through her.

“Enough! Mercy! Stoooppp!” she cried out, digging her heels into the edge of the mattress and scooting backwards, curling in on herself and eyeing him like a cat that you’ve stroked the wrong way. “Damn it I’m a little tender down there,” she hissed like a cat and he looked properly dismayed as he crawled over the bed towards her and then gathered her into his arms.

“Does that mean you don’t want me?” he asked quietly, stroking her hair back from her face before dropping a kiss to her forehead and then each of her eyelids in turn.

“No...damn it,” she sighed, melting into him and allowing him to roll her onto her back. He eased into her, cognisant of how each and every twitch of her eyelid, waiting for her to tell him to stop. Only she didn’t. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders and he felt her feet sliding up his thighs before they locked behind his back. “Deeper,” she whispered against his mouth. He slid his hands down and lifted her off of the bed, using the strength in his legs and the new angle of her body to fulfill her request. “Yess...oh god yesss,” she whispered into his mouth.

She was close and he didn’t think he’d last more than another minute or two, as much as he wanted to have this moment last the rest of the night, or was it morning? He planted his mouth over hers and squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to hold on, to let her go first, to let her pull him into the oblivion.

He felt her body go suddenly still and he pulled back, looking down into her face to see if he’d hurt her and tears were streaming down her face but when he opened his mouth to ask, she shook her head and pulled him back down to her, pressing her forehead into his shoulder as her body began to shake. She was saying his name, over and over, in a hoarse whisper and when he let go, when he felt his entire body fall into her arms, her name was on his lips.