Chapter 38 Jon
JON
“Shhh…Your parents and brother are downstairs,” I whisper between my beautiful woman’s thighs.
How the fuck did I let her talk me into having sex in her childhood home? Oh, right. I can’t say no to this woman. I want her all day, every day. Seeing her glowing and happy only adds to her appeal. This isn’t even my fault. Margeaux snuck into the guest room her mother insisted I sleep in.
She knocked on my door and came in before I could answer. She was in a sexy bra and pantie set- black lace. Complete with thigh high stockings and a garter belt. The cherry on the cake? These panties are crotchless. Easy access for me to start my morning.
“Mmmm…Jon,” she huffs, holding a small throw pillow over her face.
I love hearing my name on her lips. Especially when she’s on the edge of an orgasm.
This bed frame isn’t exactly quiet either.
Every shift, every dip of the mattress creates squeaks and creaks.
I’m doing my best to keep her still, but my girl can’t help but squirm when I’m licking her clit just right and massaging my fingers against her G-spot.
She’s so sensitive and needy when I have her like this.
She makes me feel like a fucking king when I bring her to orgasm with my mouth.
I could see myself waking up like this every day.
I think that’s why we’re both so wrapped up in each other.
We both fly back to our respective homes later today.
Margeaux’s returning to the PEW training facility in Kentucky.
I’m flying back to Paramount. I’ve been e-mailing with Dr. Nash off and on, and there are already five new cases waiting for me when I get back.
People still get sick even when doctors take vacations.
Needless to say, Margeaux and I both have urges and desires that we want met before more distance is put between us.
“You gonna come for me, Beautiful?” I ask, still working my fingers inside her pussy.
“Fuck, Jon. Yes. Yes. Yes!”
She squirts all over my face and I’m so close to coming on these bedsheets.
Tasting her all over my tongue and feeling her pussy clamp around my fingers.
Pretty sure we’re not being quiet enough for her family to disregard but fuck it.
Caution goes out the window when I’m with Margeaux.
She makes me want to flirt with boundaries, and risk breaking rules.
My life is simply fun with Margeaux. I don’t remember having fun before meeting her.
I was accomplishing goals, going through the motions, and checking things off my life to-do list, but I wasn’t necessarily enjoying my life, except for my work.
Margeaux reminds me to enjoy life and have fun because it truly goes by so quickly. Will I be a little embarrassed around her family after we go downstairs? Yea. But I’m not going to regret spending this time with the woman I love. A life with Margeaux means a life with no regrets.
“Mmmm…Don’t come yet, Doc. I want. I want you inside me when you come. Now,” she moans as I continue working her pussy through the aftershocks of her orgasm.
This woman is so hungry for my cum. She assured me she’s not ready to have kids; she just gets off on the idea of me filling her up.
And fuck if that doesn’t turn me on even more.
Although, my mind does start to imagine what our future kids would look like.
I can’t help but picture tiny rugrats running around with temporary tattoos, and they get excited about doing science projects in the backyard.
I can totally see it. And I want it, someday, with the woman who is clawing at me, begging me to be inside her.
“Beg me for it, Beautiful,” I demand, staying between her thighs. I don’t know why I’m asking her to beg. I’m one cool breeze away from exploding everywhere. Something about hearing this confident, dominant woman getting weak for me has me falling apart.
She licks her lips, showing me a glimpse of that tongue piercing that she knows drives me wild. “Please, Doc,” she says with a pout. “Please fill me up with all your cum. I want every drop flooding my pussy.”
If my balls had hands, they would be punching me in the face for not giving this vixen what she wants. I can’t help myself. I love the validation. I’m beyond shocked that Margeaux was remotely attracted, or interested in me, let alone that she’s chosen me to be the man in her life.
“Mmm…” I crawl up the bed, notching the tip of my dick with her slick entrance. Crotchless panties…new kink unlocked.
I count to five, steadying myself so I can last at least another minute or two. I need to work on my stamina. Margeaux is so fucking sexy, and she feels amazing in every possible way. I feel like a pathetic teenager with how fast she makes me come.
“You gonna walk around all day with my cum in your pussy?”
“Yea,” she moans, trying to move her hips so that I slide inside of her. Not yet.
“You gonna feel me dripping between your thighs with every step you take?”
“Oh, fuck yea. Doc. Please.” Another lick of her lips.
I can see her pierced nipples are so hard and ready to rip through the delicate lace of her bra. I tug the edges down and engulf her right nipple into my mouth as I shove my entire length inside her.
She gasps and wraps her long, stocking-clad legs around my waist, her nails digging into my lower back and sides.
“Mmm. I bet you can’t wait till I’m pregnant, Doc. Imagine sucking on my tits while they’re full of milk. Ohhh!”
Her dirty words switch on some primal instinct within me. I want this woman to have my babies. I want her.
“Fuck!” I’m not going to last another millisecond if she keeps talking to me like this.
“So thick! Jon!”
I know when she starts speaking in one or two words that she’s close to another orgasm.
I want to walk around with her juices all over my dick, too.
I want people to sense that I’m taken. That my heart, body, and soul is claimed by another.
Sorry, not sorry, World. Dr. Jon Jacob is taken. Keep walking.
“I feel you, Beautiful. Come all over me. I need it. Fuuuck!”
She pulls my face up from her perfect tits and slams her mouth over mine, and we moan together as our bodies climax together.
I have one of the most powerful orgasms to date.
It’s like each one is stronger than the one before.
At this rate, she’s going to completely drain me.
I throb repeatedly inside her perfect pussy as her body pulses and tightens around my length, milking me for every drop I’m worth.
“Stay. Stay inside me a little longer,” she pants against my lips, as she locks her legs around me, trapping me like an anaconda would their prey.
“I’m going to miss you, Beautiful,” I tell her, giving her lips a soft kiss.
“This is really going to suck. Not having you around every day. Been getting a little spoiled the last few days with you,” she says, kissing my neck and nuzzling my beard. This woman erases any and all insecurities I’ve had about myself.
“It’s not forever. Maybe another year or so. I’ll be able to move once my fellowship is over,” I tell her, giving my hips a small shift as my dick slowly softens inside of her.
“But you love working at Paramount Hospital. I wouldn’t feel okay with you leaving it for me,” she says, pulling away from my neck to look up at my eyes.
She’s right. I do love working at Paramount Hospital.
The quality of doctors there is top tier.
I’ve been slowly making a name for myself in the pediatric cardiology specialty.
Not to mention the patients I’ve been building relationships with.
I would feel like I’m abandoning them if I just up and left.
We’re both enjoying this bubble of bliss, where it’s just us, and we’ve hit the pause button on reality.
I’ve never done this before, lived in the moment.
“We don’t have to make any decisions right now,” she says, sighing and relaxing her legs so I can slide out of her.
I want to make decisions. I want to have Margeaux factored into my plans. I want to be part of her’s. I also know Margeaux enjoys her freedom, and me acting like the clingy new boyfriend will probably scare her away. I have to play it cool. Too bad I’ve never been the cool guy.
I sit up and collect myself, unsure of where to take this conversation. Do we just let it hang in the air unfinished? Look at me already failing at being the cool guy.
“Would you be interested in coming to my next match? Like, in person?” she asks as she gets up from the bed.
This woman should never be clothed. Her body is a pure work of art, and I’m not even talking about her tattoos. She’s the female version of the Statue of David. Tall. Muscular. Perfect.
“Can I take your eye-fucking me as a ‘yes’?” she asks, putting her hands on her hips, not the least bit shy that her body is on display for me.
I notice a drop of cum dripping down her inner thigh. I crawl across the bed to get to the other side where she’s standing. I trail my finger up her thigh, catching the white droplet on my fingertip and gently push my finger inside her, making sure no more droplets escape.
A soft moan leaves her lips as she rests her hands on my shoulders to keep her balance. I don’t know how, but my dick is already firming up again. If we go for another round, we’ll never leave this bed, and we’ll miss our flights back to our homes.
“Mmmm…Is that a yes?” she asks again, digging her nails into my shoulders. Her dark pink nipples are already jutting out more. I really could suck on her tits all day. I must have an oral fixation that I’ve buried deep down in my subconscious.
“It’s always yes with you, Beautiful.”