XXXVIII

It was Frédérique the first one to finally find the strength and release the clutch that held a fistful of Jon’s T-shirt, Jon followed by slowly sliding his hand out from under her blouse on the small of her back. She silently opened the door and Jon walked out after winking at her and crooking a soft smile. Frédérique closed the door and stood frozen to the spot until she had heard the door of the elevator first open and then close.

She sighed in relief: that man knew no boundaries and therefore she felt completely defenseless against him - his power was overwhelming. Thank God he had left. Ugh. Her stomach twisted in disgust at herself - right when she thought things couldn’t get any more fucked up…How much lower can you go, Frédérique?

She spun on her heels and strode toward the kitchen - turning off the CD player on her way - and found Jon’s turtleneck laying on the floor. Frédérique picked it up and put it back on the stool - later she’d find a way to give it back to him, but not tonight. She had just switched off the coffee machine when there was a knock on the door and she walked over, grabbing the turtleneck as she passed by the stool.

Jon was standing on the corridor, again.  “I forgot someth-“.

“Here”, said Frédérique extending her arm toward Jon to hand him his turtleneck and smiled weakly, failing to hide her uneasiness at his presence back at her door.

Jon thanked Frédérique and a tight smile flashed across his full lips before he took a small step forward to place a hand on her waist, give it a squeeze and kiss her flat on the cheek.

“Can you promise me you’ll think about what we talked earlier?” he cooed against her ear.

“Jon, don’t…please, just go”, she breathed, but he placed another kiss in the space between his previous kiss and the corner of her lips. Frédérique held her breath but managed to ask breathlessly, almost afraid of the answer. “What are you doing, Jon?”.

He moved his lips to hover over hers and breathed “You know exactly what I’m doing”.

“Don’t you have to go…home?”, she kept her low voice, closed her eyes and frowned. She tried to take a step back but Jon tightened his grip of her waist and held the silence before speaking again.

“Be mine, Fred…just for tonight”, he whispered heatedly against her lips, then pessed his on them. It wasn’t until then that he realized how hungry he actually was for those luscious lips – he roughly threw the turtleneck over Frédérique’s shoulder and started devouring her mouth, both his hands on the small of her back grasping tightly the fabric of her blouse.

Frédérique instinctively fought him off at first - both her arms were flexed and tucked in the space between her chest and Jon’s -  but she was weak and unable to resist his grip. Only after a few moments had passed did she relax against him, and he deepened the kiss before pushing forward to enter the apartment and close the door behind him with a kick of his heel.

It came to her as a surprise the fact that his kisses felt as natural as any other of their ordinary interactions.Frédérique broke the kiss to gasp for air but Jon immediately placed one of his hands on her neck below her ear, his fingers threaded into the silky strands of her hair to remove it and nibble her warm skin. Frédérique closed her eyes and let her lips part as she tried to find the strength to stop him, but as if he were reading her mind, he talked throatily against her neck. “Just for tonight, Fred”. She was completely at his mercy - she silently conceded before finally giving in. Just for tonight. 

Jon returned to Frédérique’s lips and this time his tongue slid across hers provoking a soft little moan to escape her throat, which drove Jon crazy, and he responded by letting both his hands slide under her blouse and fan over her back, the tip of his fingers sinking softly in her skin before crawling up to find the clasp of her bra and releasing it. Again, whatever he did felt like a natural extension of their previously established familiarity, there was nothing strange or awkward about it.

“Wait”, she said breathlessly. Frédérique pressed her forehead against Jon who was trying to catch his breath, and finished in a low but firm voice. “Not here”.

An eager smirk curved Jon’s full lips and he resumed his kisses, slightly licking her lips while he motioned both of them to the bedroom without loosening his grip, then bent to lay Frédérique on the bed. He stood on his knees and took his T shirt off before moving on to take Frédérique’s blouse - he found himself fighting the urge to just rip off her clothes and plunge into her, but instead managed to control his desire in order to be able to please her as well. He so wanted to please her, make her forget all her pain. Frédérique’s hair fanned around her face and Jon leaned over her to nip at her collarbone while he easily removed her loose trousers and underwear.

“You’re such a beautiful woman, Fred”, he said with a voice heavy with desire as he brushed lazy circles around her nipples with his nose, but she didn’t reply – she was busy enjoying the soft skin of his powerful and muscular arms as her hands glided up and down to finally rest on his round shoulders. She pulled his body closer to her, but Jon resisted for a moment to reach and take off his boots before resting himself on top of her warm body. Frédérique giggled throatily when the fur in his chest tickled her nipples.

 “What?”, he asks sexily with a mischievous smile. She ran her fingers through his hair, exposing his receding hairline. “It seems that the hair on your body is unevenly distributed”, she told him in a whisper.

Jon chuckled huskily. “Any suggestions?”, he asked before lifting his face up so her hand covered his face and he was able to kiss her palm.

“I think it’s time you went for a Mohawk”, she teased with a low voice. Jon responded by first rolling his eyes at her audacity but then his eyes became hooded with desire and he kissed her heatedly as he reached for the button of his jeans. Frédérique helped him get them off with her hands first and then with her feet.

As they lay naked one on top of the other, they looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments - yes, it still felt completely normal and comfortable. Jon brushed his thumb along her jaw line and then kissed her deeply – her lips tasted even sweeter than he had imagined them and their interaction with his own, together with the sensation that the body laying beneath him provoked on every square inch that touched his skin, made him blind with desire. Jon moved to accommodate himself in between Frédérique’s legs and his erection became even harder when he felt her warm wet core. He couldn’t help but break the kiss to let a throaty groan come out from his parted lips. Frédérique’s hands now traveled to his ass and grabbed his flesh to pull him inside her.

Jon took a deep breath to stop himself from crushing into her with all his might, and clasped her head with both his hands, then sucked her lips softly as he slowly and easily entered her. His mouth traveled down her neck to rest against her collarbone as he thrusted slowly but steadily into her, his hot breath and his stubble burning and scratching her soft skin. One hand quickly made its way to one of her breasts and started pumping it while the thumb anxiously plucked the nipple. Frédérique’s mind was completely lost in the pleasure she was letting Jon cause her body to feel and a series of soft whimpers started to come from her lips. There was no doubt Jon was an expert at what he did - every movement in the right place and the right time, like a sort of choreography.

Frédérique’s sexy noises were driving Jon insane. “Gawwd” he cursed throatily - he felt he could come only by hearing them. He rolled both of them over and sat up on the edge of the bed. while Frédérique’s legs automatically circled his waist, Jon grabbed her hips tight and started moving her at a faster pace, their nipples flicking against the other one’s. Jon freed one of his hands and threaded his fingers in the hair of her temple to pull it softly so her head fell back and exposed her neck, only to nip and lick it as his other hand moved to grasp her ass. His recently injured calf hurt, but his pleasure was enough to make up for the pain.

They were both already teetering on the edge and their pace quickened, both panting raggedly, completely committed to the enjoyment of the waves of pleasure threatening to wash over them any minute now. But Jon still felt he hadn’t enjoyed Frédérique enough, there still were places he hadn’t kissed, so he placed a trail of pecks that began below her ear and passed over the tip of her shoulders, then moved on to her arm that was resting on his shoulder. He took her hand and turned it gently so he could kiss the soft skin of the inner side of her arm down to her wrist.

When he was finished, Frédérique started to look for her release and extended her legs, then placed her hands on each of Jon's knees and let her head fall back. ”Oh, Fred, shit”. The change in position almost made Jon lose control and his jaw tensed in response to his struggle. His breathing was sharp and quick, his eyes couldn’t stop from traveling from one point to the other of the glorious body he was holding.

To prevent Frédérique from falling back, Jon splayed his hands over her shoulder blades and was able to thrust a couple more times before he roughly pulled Frédérique close to him, stood up holding her in his arms and dropped her as gently as he could with her back on the bed.  He let out loud and raspy groans as he buried his face in the strands of hair that formed a nest on Frédérique’s shoulder, one of her arms circling his head. He pounded into her until he let himself go. Frédérique was surprised at first by his unexpected reaction but then Jon’s own release carried her away, too, and she let out a lingering moan.

After a few moments Jon lifted his face up and placed a soft, firm kiss on her lips, then they shared a warm and lingering gaze while they both waited for their breathing to become normal again.