Chapter 7

Gia nervously followed Jon into the bedroom.  Never had she been like this before, but this guy had blown into her world and turned it all topsy-turvy, and for the life of her she couldn’t figure out why.  She let him lead her to the bed, her arms encircling his neck.  She brought him closer to her lips and kissed him.  Damn if she didn’t see stars the moment their lips touched.

Jon groaned in delight when she kissed him.  She was so hot, so wanting, and all with no other agenda than that she wanted him.  Him, not his name.  Hell, his name didn’t even register with her and that, for some crazy reason, turned him on more than anything.  “Damn, baby.  Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he purred the words huskily in her ear while his hands slid down to grasp her ass firmly before he swept her up into his arms and laying her gently on the bed.  He crawled over her, nudging his knee between her thighs and settling his still-clothed body in the cradle of her hips, pressing her down into the bed.  His tongue, quick as lightning, snaked between her lips, then plunged in fully.  He let every last bit of reserve fall, showing her the unrestrained height of his passion.

Gia let out a squeal.  One moment she had been standing near the edge of the bed, the very next she was flat on her back, with Jon hovering over her like a tiger hunting his prey.  A groan escaped her lips, and her hips lifted, rubbing her core against his still-restrained cock.  Her hands went to work on his buttons; as badly as she wanted to just rip the shirt off of him, she restrained herself, not wanting him to think--what the hell does it matter what he thinks?, flashed briefly in her desire-fogged mind.  Tugging off his shirt, she lifted up, taking a nipple softly nestled beneath a patch of hair into her mouth.  She rolled her tongue around it, giving it a slight tug with her teeth.  While her mouth was enjoying the taste of his nipples, her hand slid slowly down the hair on his chest to the buckle that held his pants in place.

Jon shifted his hips, allowing her to undo his belt.  The loosening of his pants gave a little relief to his swollen hardness, but not enough.  He tore his lips from hers and blazed a trail of kisses down one side of her neck, stopping briefly to nibble the sensitive crevice at the base.  Meanwhile, his hand slipped up under the hem of her dress, shoving it haphazardly up her thighs until it revealed her lacy red panties.  He splayed his hand across the fabric and gently rubbed her through her panties before pulling her up only long enough to reach behind her, tugging on the zipper, then sliding it down her legs and giving it a toss.

Gia let out a deep gasp.  The suddenness of her dress leaving her body sent a shiver up and down her spine.  The intensity of the fire burning within her both scared and excited her.  She reached for his pants, and with one swift yank, pulled them off, tossing them to join her dress pooled on the  floor.  A smile of satisfaction played on her lips when she noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

As if they were a magnet attracted to a piece of metal, her hands sought out his throbbing member and, with a devilish glint in her eye, she gazed up into those beautiful pools of blue staring at her.  She ran her hands slowly and very deliberately over him as she raised up on her knees to reach that enticing mouth of his, almost kissing the breath out of him.

He made quick work of her undergarments, and in no time had her naked body pulled flush against his.  His mouth dropped to tease one savory nipple, then the other, and back again.  Her salty skin permeated his senses, and he growled low in his throat.  Pushing her back on the bed once again, he raised her hands above her head, trapping them there while his mouth attacked hers once more.  His hips slid into place and he rocked himself gently against her slick heat, firmly, teasing but not yet giving her what she was seeking.

Gia raised her hips, rubbing herself against him, her constant purr of sexual frustration reaching a fevered pitch as he continued to tease.  Never in the four whole times she had given herself to a man had she had such a pent-up orgasm begging for release, yet no matter how much she begged, he continued with his torture.  “Please,” she whimpered, frustrated that she couldn’t touch him in return.  All she could do was buck up to meet him, her legs spread wider, her core dripping with desire.

He knew she was close, could hear it in her whimpers and pleas.  Those little sounds were like gasoline to his already raging fire, and he couldn’t stop himself any longer.  He had to have her and have her now.  He slid himself deeply inside her with a groan of pleasure as her muscles tightened on him.

Gia purred like a kitten the moment he entered her warmth, sending her into an immediate orgasm.  She raised her legs, wrapping them around his waist, her mouth seeking his as soft pants of pure pleasure escaped her lips.  She wanted to call out his name, scream it at the top of her lungs, but no words would come.  The only sounds she heard were the squeaking of the bed and his groans mixed with hers, which set her off into another cosmic orgasm, her heels digging into his back.  God, this man could show a girl a good time!

The second time she crested, Jon loosened his grip on her hands.  His thrusts took on a fevered pitch, and he began to ride hell bent for leather.  Higher and higher he flew, his breathing becoming ragged.  His arm reached around and shifted her leg up closer to his shoulder, and he moaned his satisfaction at the added depth he gained.  He could hold back no longer; it was out of his hands.  His body contracted and shivered.  With a shout and one last plunge, he flew over the edge.  His body slowly coming to a stop, he panted and leaned his forehead against hers.

Her heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest as she struggled to catch her breath, and when he loosened her hands, they immediately went to his back, her nails digging in as she hung on for dear life.  The room was spinning full-force, her eyes glazed over, and all she saw was a multitude of colors as the orgasm dragged on and on.  The whimpers were no longer there, for she couldn’t find her voice, even if she had wanted to, from the moment they met their peak together until he collapsed from a mixture of sexual satisfaction and exhaustion.  She swore she would never breathe right again.

Once his breathing had returned to some semblance of normality, he huskily whispered, “Damn woman, I could get used to that.”

Gia lay there for a moment, her hands stroking his back, then smiled, “If I knew musicians literally rocked a girl’s world, I would have tried them a long time ago.  Or is it the Italian in you?” she quipped.  “Or both.”

He grinned.  “Both, of course.”  He winked, then dropped a slow, soft kiss on her lips.

“Then I do believe this is a great start to an unforgettable vacation,” she murmured wickedly, her hand sliding farther up and into his long blondish mane.

“Mmmm, yeah,” he agreed.  “Whattaya say we keep this party going?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” Gia purred, pulling his head down to meet her lips.