Welcome!

This short story is a collaboration done for another interactive real-time fan fic exercise on T's Place. My friend SamanthaC, a writer in her own right, and I wrote this little teaser for the hero of the real time fic.

We thought it would make a good story on its own, so here it is.

Let us know what you think!

Love,

Hath and Sam
July, 2008

Epilogue

Smiling, Terri shifted backwards slightly, trapping his cock against his body as she put on an erotic show, smiling and cupping her breasts, her body undulating on him like the most skilled dancer.

He placed his hands on her hips, and she allowed him to guide her until she felt his fingers slip inside her panties, ready to rip them off of her if needed.

“Not just yet,” she chided gently, moving his hands off of her. With an evil grin, she lowered her lips to his for a long, lingering kiss, then began to slowly work her way down his body. Regretfully, he watched her perfect ass in the air, sliding further and further from his reach, yet at the same time her lips were igniting a fire in his belly that could not be contained, pressing kisses to every inch of his chest and abdomen before dipping lower. Her tongue snaked out to circle his hipbone, then moved over his throbbing erection. With her wet lips poised just over the tip of his dripping cock, she paused, looked him right in the eyes, and whispered. “Baby, are you absolutely sure?”

He nodded his assent, too turned on to speak but mentally reminding himself to make her pay for that later.

Smiling, she slid her tongue up one side of his cock and down the other several times, paying special attention to the ridge on the underside before covering him with her lips and slowly taking his entire length inside.

Exhaling loudly, he pushed his head back hard against the pillow, fighting to maintain control but rapidly losing the battle. He dug his fingers into her hair, thrilled that she wanted to pleasure him in this way, but at the same time desperate to please her too.

“Terri, please…” he whispered hoarsely, so close to orgasm he knew he had to stop her.

“What?” she asked with a grin. “You no like?”

Growling low in his throat, he pulled her up to him. “I like too damn much and you know damn well know it. TEASE.”

“I don’t think I was teasing,” she said petulantly.

“Well, then, I hope you don’t mind a little taste of your own medicine,” he whispered, shifting her onto her back. Smiling, he lowered his lips to hers, taking his time to explore and discover every crevice of her mouth, going from soft and teasing to hard and passionate in a matter of seconds. Leaving her gasping for breath, he moved to her neck, his warm breath in her ear as he whispered, “Baby, I’m gonna make you cum so hard,” his mouth drifted lower to her breasts, “over and over and over,” he teased her nipples with his lips, “until you’re begging me for mercy,” he pulled her knee up with one hand, sliding his fingers along the back of her thigh as his mouth moved past her navel.

“Mercy,” she whispered as he spread apart her thighs, twisting her panties with his fingers and moving them to one side as his lips found her aching center. Slowly he teased her, first with soft circles of his tongue around her clit followed by his lips surrounding and gently pulling it inside his mouth, the tip of his tongue lightly flicking the top.

It didn’t take long for her to buck against his mouth with her release, her fingers buried in his hair as he worked her throbbing flesh, not slowing down until he knew it was almost painful for him to continue, and then lovingly lapping her softly, bathing her with his tongue.

When she was nice and relaxed, he finally removed her panties, pulling her against him and softly kissing her full lips. “Darlin’, I need to get my wallet, unless you have some…” he paused, his brow raised.

“Next to my purse, in the corner…the Walgreen’s bag,” she murmured.

“Ooooh, the good ones,” he said with a quick grin as he inspected the box. Ripping off four packets, he wiggled his brows at her. “Billy’s feelin’ frisky today.”

“Well tell Billy he has to stop referring to himself in the third person if he wants to stay in my bed,” Terri said with a smile, welcoming him beneath the soft sheets with open arms.

He knew he couldn’t wait any longer, so he deftly ripped the packet open and covered himself before positioning himself between her widespread thighs. “Terri…look at me,” he whispered.

When she did, he slid inside, slowly, inch by inch, until he could go no further.

“Mmmmmm….God…. Jon,” she moaned, smiling with satisfaction at the feeling of fullness that seemed to pervade all of her senses.

Slowly, he began to move, just a tiny bit at first, but then with longer, more forceful strokes, pushing her thighs up, her legs bent over his braced forearms. “That’s it, baby…” he murmured, “cum for me.” He shifted her knees over his shoulders and thrust hard…once…twice…and when her eyes darkened to a beautiful evergreen he knew he was home and he let his body have free reign.

Seconds later he collapsed on top of her, still pulsing inside her, his forehead resting against her temple as he gasped for breath. “Terri, you are an amazing lover,” he whispered. Shifting beneath him, she turned in his arms, pressing kisses to his forehead, the tip of his nose, and finally his lips. “Takes one to know one,” she said softly.

Jon chuckled. "Ok, then, in that case I find you to be a charming, beautiful person and way more than I deserve."

THE END

Part Three

With a growl, Jon placed his hands around Terri’s waist and lifted her onto the counter, plunging his fingers into her hair and tilting her head back, his lips hungrily covering hers.

She spread her legs and pulled him closer, her ankles locking behind his waist as her hands moved into his hair, smoothing the unruly locks away from his face.

He groaned at the feeling of her soft breasts pressed against his chest, his cock jerking angrily within his jeans as he moved slightly, loving the feel of her hard nipples brushing lightly against his skin. “God, Terri…” he murmured softly against her lips, “wait…”

“Fuck no, I’m not waiting,” she teased, pulling him even tighter against her with her ankles, pressing herself harder into him.

That was all it took. All of his grand plans to set the stage for seduction flew right out the window with her words.

Coffee forgotten, he sucked in his breath as she walked her fingers down his sides and pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. “God, Jon…” she moaned at the sight of his chest, the muscles tanned and flexed under a soft sprinkling of hair. “We are absolutely NOT waiting.”

“Yes, m’am,” he said with a wide grin, pulling her own nightie up and over her head, loving the way her hair spilled all around them. Carefully lifting her long locks over her shoulders, he growled at the sight of those breasts he had been fantasizing about for weeks. “Fuck …you are so beautiful, Terri,” he whispered, dipping his head to capture a taut pink nipple between his lips, flicking it gently with his tongue before suckling more forcefully.

Jolts of heat centered in her belly spread outward through her extremities each time his mouth tugged on her nipple. Throwing her head back, she clasped his shoulders, eyes closed and trembling.

Finally he moved back to her lips, but his fingers still circled her nipples, plucking them gently, rolling them in his fingertips until she was writhing against the countertop. His lips never lefts hers as his hands started drifting down her sides, his fingers delving beneath the lacy edge of her panties, his thumbs stroking the tops of her thighs.

Slowly he knelt and Terri’s eyes closed, reveling in the powerful sensations as he kissed her inner thighs, his tongue tracing the edge of her panties, his warm breath teasing her through the thin fabric. “Jon….please…” she gasped.

Quickly he stood. Damn it, no matter how badly he wanted her, he wasn’t taking her on the fucking kitchen counter. “Bedroom,” he commanded, lifting her with thighs wrapped around his waist, his rock hard erection leaving no doubt that he was every bit as turned on as she was.

“Second door on the left,” she gasped against his neck, drowning in sensation and refusing to let reality intrude on the fact that he was HERE, in her house, and they were about to be in HER BED.

He gently laid her on the edge and left her side for only long enough to unfasten his jeans. “You’re sure, baby?” he whispered.

Biting her lip, she nodded, never more sure of anything in her life.

He pulled down his jeans, grinning evilly when she cocked an eyebrow that he apparently hadn’t worn underwear. “Too confining,” he explained, stretching out full length next to her. “Particularly when I’ve been aching to…well…you know…”

Before she could get nervous, he buried his fingers in her hair once again, turning her face toward him. “You’re absolutely sure, right?”

Terri arched a brow and rolled over on top of him, pressing a firm hand against his chest when he tried to sit up. She straddled his waist, grinding her lace-covered pussy against the muscles of his abdomen, her ass just barely touching the tip of his cock. She leaned down, pressing her lips against his ear while moving her hips provocatively against him. “If you ask me that…” she whispered, “one more time…” she slowly began licking down his throat, dragging just the tip of her tongue across his collarbone, “I may have to…” reaching up, she flicked his nipple, “change my mind.”

He moaned gutturally, his eyes never leaving hers. God, he loved a woman who could take charge.

Part Two

On the plane, Jon groaned quietly and shifted in his seat. Damn he had a vivid imagination. He looked out the window to try to see where they were. After a quarter century of flying, he recognized most of the landscape. He was getting closer. He sighed impatiently and checked his watch; a little more than an hour to go. He closed his eyes, and willed the daydream to continue...

Terri closed the door behind him, and leaned against it. She accepted the bouquet of flowers from Jon and inhaled their heady fragrance. They’re beautiful,” she said.

“No, Terri,” Jon answered, taking her hand. “You are beautiful. These are merely pretty.”

Terri blushed and said, “Let me get these into some water.” She put down the brush she’d been carrying, and went into the kitchen. Jon picked up the brush and followed. When Terri bent to get a vase from under the sink, her shorts rode up, showing the bottom of her delectable ass cheeks. Jon sucked in a breath, and hoped to Hell that Terri didn’t notice.

She straightened and emerged with a cut-glass vase and filled it at the sink. Her cheeks heated when she heard Jon suck in a breath, and she smiled a sly smile. She wasn’t the only one who was a bit turned on. Slowly, she arranged the flowers, and tried to get her heart rate to come back down. She was concentrating so hard, she didn’t hear Jon’s approach. All she felt was the brush in her hair.

Jon slowly pulled the brush through Terri’s long, thick hair; his hand following the brush, smoothing over her. Terri closed her eyes and braced her hands on the countertop, reveling in the feeling of his hands on her. When Jon’s hand snaked under her hair so he could brush the underside of her mane, his fingertips grazed her neck, making Terri shiver. Jon smiled.

“Everything okay, baby?” he asked softly, his breath a whisper near her ear.

“Just fine,” Terri breathed back.

Jon put the brush down and pushed Terri’s hair off her neck. He leaned down to kiss her and started nibbling his way to her shoulder…

The pilot's announcement that they were starting their descent startled Jon from his latest daydream. He dutifully brought his seat back to the upright position, and drummed his calloused fingers on a denim-clad knee. Looking out the window, he saw the rapidly rising tarmac shimmering in the early morning heat.

Jon was the first one off the plane. He had only his carryon with him, so he didn't need to wait in baggage claim. Heading straight for the Avis counter, Jon smiled a charming smile at the clerk and signed the requisite paperwork to get his Lincoln. Ordinarily, he would have hired a car and driver, but he wanted to have the freedom of spontaneity without worrying about his driver.

"That car has GPS, right sweetheart?" Jon asked the Avis woman, who blushed.

"Yes, sir, it sure does," she said with a soft debutante's drawl. "Ya'll have a pleasant stay."

"I plan on it," he answered. Jon went out and caught the shuttle to the car lot, and climbed behind the wheel of his rental. He dialed in the florist’s shop on the GPS and took off. Arriving just as they opened, he followed the proprietress into the building. She took his order from the cooler and smiled at him.

“Making up or making time?” she asked, her drawl wafting through the air.

Jon laughed. “Hopefully making time,” he said with a wink.

Twenty minutes later, he had pulled up in front of a gorgeous house landscaped with beautiful climbing roses. Smiling, Jon climbed the porch, and rang the bell.

Jon shifted impatiently on her porch, ringing the doorbell for the second time. He knew it was early, but he just couldn’t wait another minute to see her.

The door opened just a sliver, just enough for her to see who was on the other side. “Jon?” She opened the door just a bit wider and blinked, rubbing her eyes as if she didn’t quite believe what she was seeing. “I didn’t think you’d be here til later,” her voice was raspy from sleep.

“I couldn’t wait any longer,” he said honestly. “Can I come in?”

She nodded, pulling the door wide and rubbing her hands across her face as if she thought this was some kind of surreal dream.

His groin tightened painfully the moment he got a full look at her. She still looked half asleep, with pillow creases on her cheek and her long auburn hair falling in tousled waves over her shoulders. Her lavender satin nightie skimmed just past the tops of long, tan thighs, but his eyes were drawn to the lace at her breasts. He could barely make out the shadow of dark nipples, taut from the cool air conditioning, his fingers literally aching to slip inside the neckline and caress her there.

Swallowing hard, he followed her inside, through the foyer to her living room, trying to ignore the enticing picture her ass made, or at least how he imagined it beneath the nightie.

“Coffee?” she asked huskily, desperately needing caffeine to bring her to her senses. He looked amazing, simply dressed in faded blue jeans, a soft white cotton t-shirt, and loafers.

Pulling his sunglasses off, he nodded gratefully, hopeful that enjoying a nice quiet cup of coffee with her could take his mind off all the images that had instantly flooded his mind the moment he saw her – him easing those tiny spaghetti straps from her shoulders, cupping her full breasts in his hands, his thumb gently worrying her nipple before his lips…

Get a freakin’ grip, man. After all, he couldn’t just walk in and ravish her.

She removed the pot from the coffee maker and set it on the edge of the counter, then stood on tiptoes reaching as high up as she could with her fingertips into the top cabinet where she kept the filters.

“Here, let me,” he murmured, moving behind her and easily reaching the package. Their fingertips touched and she turned, trapped between him and the counter.

He stared down at the top of her head, fighting his own reaction to the soft fragrance of her hair. Suddenly, she raised shining green eyes to his and reached up to gently caress the night’s worth of stubble still on his jaw. “I’m glad you came early,” she whispered.

Part One

The plane was too fucking slow. The damned thing was traveling at over 300 miles an hour, and it was still too slow. Jon was on his way to Arkansas to see his girl. A slow smile crept across his face, much like the sunrise that was creeping across the landscape. He settled back in his plush first class seat and let his mind wander.

He'd arrive at her house earlier than expected, but hoped Terri wouldn't be too upset with him. He simply couldn't wait a moment longer than necessary to have her in his arms. The fleeting kisses shared so many weeks ago were no longer enough to sustain him; he needed to taste the sweetness of her full, pouty, pink lips again. He longed with a visceral need for her breath to mingle with his; for her sighs of pleasure to be swallowed by his eager mouth.

He would stop along the way to pick up the bouquet of Lombardia Lilies he had ordered. The flowers were gorgeous with a golden center star and a smattering of deep pink freckles. Gorgeous, but their beauty would pale in comparison to hers. Like all Oriental Lilies, these sun-dappled blooms were blessed by a delicate and irresistible fragrance, but not so irresistible as Terri’s own scent.

Everything about her, from her honey brown hair to the flash of her green eyes to that tight ass he noticed right away… oh yeah, these were burned into his memory, into every cell of his being.

He could still remember the glint of mischief that sparked in her eye, and hoped she would be silly with him. He recalled the honey-sweet, whiskey tinged drawl of her soft, sexy voice, and the wicked things she told him she wanted to do to, with, for, on, and under him. He started to grow hard just thinking about them.

Smiling and shifting in his seat, Jon's thoughts turned to what he wanted to do with her today. She knew of his passionate side, though she hadn't yet experienced it completely, but today, he wanted to show her his loving, tender side.

Smiling to himself, Jon settled back in his seat and tried to relax. The scene unfolded behind his closed eyes like a movie.

Terri opened the door, a greeting frozen on her lips. Jon saw that she was stunned to see him on her porch. He noticed she was dressed for a lazy day at home: shorts and a cropped tank giving a glimpse of the dewy soft skin of her belly. Her breasts pushed gently against the fabric of her top, clearly unfettered. This was truly a pleasant surprise. She obviously was expecting to spend the morning alone with her books. He could just make out the shapes of her nipples, and watched in amazement as they peaked under his gaze. He imagined their dusky rose color, perfectly complimenting the tawny exquisiteness of her skin, and his fingers itched to strip her shirt away so he could feast first his eyes, then his hands, then his mouth on them.

Jon recalled having a glimpse of her skin once; a sliver was showing through the hole in her jeans, and he remembered it had been golden hued. He sighed remembering the almost irresistible desire to lick it. Looking at her now, the strip of skin at her waist teased him. He couldn’t wait to taste it, one glorious inch at a time.

He got more than a mere glimpse of her legs now. Terri’s legs, long and taut (he was pretty sure he would sell his soul to have those legs wrapped around his waist) ended in coral-tipped little toes he would spend an hour or an eternity sucking on. A delicate filigree chain graced one doe’s-throated ankle, and a thin gold band wrapped around the middle toe of her left foot.

Her hair was a tangled mess from sleeping, loose and wild around her face, not yet brushed back. He imagined it would have been in a neat horse tail when she went to bed, but a restless night, full of anticipation of his visit perhaps, would have had her tossing and turning, causing the scrunchie to loosen and hang down a little. She must have been just about to tame the tresses when the doorbell sounded, for she held a brush in one hand.

“What are you doing here so early?” she asked him softly. “I’m not ready for you yet.”

Jon took a step forward and traced a finger down one side of her face. “I simply couldn’t wait,” he answered.

He took her hand and brought it to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on her knuckles. He kissed his way up her arm to her neck, lingering on the sensitive spot behind her ear before moving on to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He kissed along her collarbone; light fluttery kisses that left them both breathless.

Jon took a step back and handed her the flowers, smiling as she delicately touched the blossoms with a long finger. His mouth ran dry at the thought of those fingers stroking lovingly through his hair, across his chest and lower. Eager to distract himself from the thoughts running through his head, he took the brush from her hand. “May I come in?” he asked her.

“Of course,” Terri squeaked, and stepped back to let him enter. As he passed, he inhaled the mixed fragrance of the Lilies and Terri.