Chapter 21

His hands trailed along her back teasingly as he deepened the kiss. He wanted more, needed more and had to have it now.

Her mind was reeling. The kisses by the lake were nothing compared to this mind blowing onslaught. He was fire and his kiss was burning her. She couldn't get close enough; she leaned back into the couch pulling him with her, totally lost in the moment.

His hands slid down along her sides before slipping up under her shirt. God her skin was like satin, and so warm fingers slid up to brush against her curve of her breast, even as his lips sealed to hers and the kiss grew deeper.

She sighed deeply at his touch and let her hands glide over his shoulders before snaking down to timidly slide under his shirt. His skin was rock hard and hot to her touch. The crisp hair tickled roughly thru her fingers and she let out a soft moan.

His fingers flicked over the tiny nubs teasing them to attention as his head tilted and nuzzled into the valley. He shifted slightly, pushing himself between her slender legs, his hips arching slightly as he rubbed himself against the seam of her jeans.

What was she doing? She needed to tell him to stop. When he pressed against her, her hips took on a life of their own and shifted up seeking the pressure again and again. He was so fast! So hot! Where did the calm cool man she'd spent the last two days with go? In a move so out of synch with what she was thinking, she lifted his shirt over his head, tugging it off.

He leaned back pulling her up into a seated position as her slight hands pulled at his shirt. Damn if she wasn't the hottest little thing. She hadn't shown any interest, had even said no, but now? Fuck yeah... his hands slid along her sides and pulled at her top, he needed to feel her skin beneath him.

She was in a daze as she felt his hands tugging her shirt. She gave no resistance, she let him. Only once she was bare did she give any indication of her nerves. She moved her arms to cover herself her eyes lowered. She closed her eyes and willed her arms down. This was no time to get shy.

He felt the motion and opened his eyes to see her covering herself, then frown as her arms stiffly moved. Interesting. His head tilted as he ran his nose along the lace of her bra, inhaling deep to catch her scent. His hands moved to thread through her hair as he tipped her head back, his tongue slowly tracing along her neck. God she tasted like innocence and sin wrapped into one package..

She shivered and whimpered, god he was killing her. How long had she dreamed of passion. She’d wished for it wanted to feel it, to lose herself in it. But Mel said..... it was better to not know. You couldn't crave what you didn't understand. Wait for love, wait for Mr. Right. To hell with Mel, Jon was Mr. Right Now.....

Oh god... out here? on the couch?? She couldn't..... She'd die if she were caught. What to do what to do..... "Jon..." She whispered thru the fuzz in her head.

He thrust against her, damn he wanted the pants off, he wanted her naked, His lips slid over the tip of her breast as he sucked in, tasting woman, skin and silk. He was lost in her taste, her voice buzzing somewhere near the back of his mind, and only the pushing of her hands got his attention. "Huh, wha?"

She looked a little scared her voice trembled, "We can't.... here...." She tried to steady her breathing and her thoughts, "my... my room...."

He nuzzled back into her skin, his fingers slipping just under the waist of her jeans. "No one here but us babe."

Oh heavens he had to stop touching her... she couldn't think. "They might... come back.....I," she hushed, unable to really thing as her hands smoothed his hair

"Man when he takes off it could be days before he returns babe." And if he'd convinced the nun to go, the nun wasn't coming back anytime soon either. Dammit quit thinking of them. His hips flexed again as he rubbed, shit he was so fuckin' hard, his dick was gonna come through the zipper without it being unzipped. He needed.. shit.. he needed. His hands slid to her jeans, as he flicked at the button.

It was so out of control, she couldn’t stop him if she tried. He scared her and excited her all at once but she didn't know what he wanted her to do, she wanted to touch him, kiss him all over, just like he was doing to her, but she didn't have the courage. She didn't want him to stop but she needed him to slow down, to let her think a little.

She nibbled at his adam’s apple her tongue flicking out to taste the musky man scent of him "Please Jon...." She whispered "I.. I've never....." she hesitated so afraid he'd go cold again "I've never done this before"

It didn’t mean what he thought it meant, did it? He slowed, as he pulled up, his forehead resting on hers as he almost groaned. "Never what?"

"I've never......" God why couldn't she just say the damn words. "I'm.....a virgin" she whispered then closed her eyes.

Everything inside of him screeched to a halt. She'd never been with a guy? Shit. She ....oh hell. He leaned back again and pulled her up, shifted so that she was on his lap and sighed, God dammit he was ready to plow into her and she waited until then? He couldn't just take her now, shit, fuck, damn.

Pulling her in closer he tightened his arms around her. "Don't do this just cuz of my name babe. Its worth more than that."

She stiffened a bit. Is that what he thought? She pulled away and simply sat on his lap, wearing nothing but her unfastened jeans and bra and watched his face. Was he angry? disappointed? Maybe he wanted someone who knew how the hell to please him.

A million words rushed thru her mind but what fell from her lips surprised even her "yeah uh..... What is your name?"

He watched the emotions filter through those expressive brown eyes and smiled. "if ya only knew how bad I wanted ya, but babe, a first time ain’t for a couch. It's special at least for Girls Ok?” Fuck what was he saying, it was special period. “God if you hadn't told me I coulda ruined it for ya."

He cleared his mind and pulled her back into a hug, needing to comfort, hell still needing to feel her against his skin. "Well hell what do you think my name is?"

"Satan"

He snorted, "Well maybe, but I'm still Jon, ok John with an H Bongiovi with a GI.. Don’t ask me why they wanted to Americanize it.. but it worked for us right?" He watched the emotions filter through those expressive brown eyes and smiled. "if ya only knew how bad I wanted ya, but babe, a first time ain’t for a couch.” Naah just the back seat of a car. He held back a snort as his brain skipped onto the difference in fifteen and twenty-five and was glad that she’d settled on an intelligent man instead of doing it like her sister had. Fuck if it hadn’t ruined her nearly it seemed.

Shannon took a deep breath. How could she make him understand? The last few days had shown her, he was nothing like the image in her mind, the flat glossiness of the poster on her wall. He'd shown her patience, loyalty, compassion, and even understanding. She pulled away from his arms still perched in his lap "I know what your name is Jon Bon Jovi.... but honestly I could care less if you called yourself John Fucking Doe... it wouldn't make me ...... want you any less." She felt her face turn a flaming red. My god had she just said those words to him?

His hand lifted to cup her chin as he pulled her lips closer. "well Good, I want you too." He shifted slightly and turned her around pulling her back to his chest as his hands slid along her sides to her his and over the tops of her thighs, “I’ll teach you so much about pleasure, but at the right pace. Trust me Lil Bit?”

His touch along with his words raised the hairs on her arms and she shivered with pleasure. She nodded "Ok."

His smile grew as his hands moved to undo the zipper, it would be light touches and brushes, a slow easy moment of learning the about heat and need. As the zipper lowered one hand slid in, beyond the waist of a pair of what had to be thongs, his finger delving in lightly against the heat that was her. With the lightest touch ever he brushed against the core of her and groaned.

She bit her lip and felt her hands clench before she let her head fall back against him with a sigh. Gone were the nerves, in it's place was a slow burning coming from her center, coming from his hands

His fingers slid through the heat, through the growing wetness and dipped in lightly teasing her inner walls, his free hand slipping up to tilt her head, allowing his lips access to her throat.

A small moan escaped her lips and her hips moved in rhythm with his hand a few more strokes and she whimpered his name. It slipped from her lips like a caress

He nibbled along her throat as he slipped a second finger inside, his thumb brushing against her hood, only to press and hold down without moving. "That's right precious, relax...."

Shannon purred, his touch was so gentle, his fingers stretching her his thumb tantalizing her in ways she never imagined possible. Her breath quickened as she felt the heat rising. Her body tensed with each caress until her world shattered. She quivered uncontrollably as wave after wave washed over her his name falling from her lips in a whispered cadence.

"That's my girl." His hand slid deeper, his fingers moving just slightly as he helped her ride that first moment of many, his free arm banding tightly around her waist.