*43:Hate Free

Jon was a little stunned by the simply stated request and wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.  Then, taking a look into eyes that weren’t boiling like hot cocoa but creamy and smooth as melted chocolate, he had a good idea that he was dealing with the alter-ego instead of the counselor.  Seeing Chiara rather than Charlie sent a surge of adrenaline racing through him, because hers were the lips he’d become obsessed with tasting again.

Cupping the back of her neck, he dipped his head to do just that.  The touch was a mere whisper between them, with the resulting kiss was just like the one that had haunted him for the past week.  Soft, gentle and verging on sweet, it still arced the familiar electricity and the charge gradually amped up to a point where soft was no longer satisfying. 

He wanted more. 

Jon scraped tender lips more deliberately, taking the kiss from side to side until she parted to invite him in.  Eagerly taking advantage of the opening, he swept his tongue deeply enough to taste cabernet and her billowing sigh.   

Her flavor was familiar yet the delivery was captivatingly different.  He could potentially become infatuated with the sultry dart of her tongue against his, and indulged in it for an erotic eternity before finally – what felt like days later – allowing a crack of light and a single breath of air to come between them. 

“Motherfuck.”

The muttered swear pried her eyelids open and gooey chocolate irises scrutinized him as her lips rolled inward to blot away the residue of the kiss. 

“Yeah.”

He wanted her as badly right now as the first time he took her against the damn wall.  There was an entirely different drive responsible – sheer desire instead of anger-fueled lust – but it was no less potent for the change.

“If you want your fighting foreplay, you’ve got about thirty seconds to get on with it.  That’s about as long as I’m willing to wait before I jerk your jeans down to your ankles.”

The silky, shiny curtain of mahogany waves shifted under the lights as she gently took custody of his wineglass without speaking.  The rich cabernet deepened the pink of her lips to red as she slowly sipped and watched him watching her until, with a slow and deliberate swallow, she put the glass on the island and leisurely licked a stray drop from the corner of her mouth. 

“I think I’m good.  You?”

The entire scene was obviously engineered to make him ache and he did – to feel those wine tinted lips.

Taking one long stride forward, Jon fisted both hands in her hair and tugged just hard enough to tilt her eyes to his.  “Since when are you a flirt?”

The domineering move only made her smile.  “Since about five minutes ago, when I figured out it wasn’t wasted on you.”

Fuck.

He liked Counselor Number Two – Chiara – and the womanly wiles she used in place of antagonism, but he didn’t want there to be any misunderstanding.

“Don’t get the delusion that we’re ‘making love’ tonight, or some such shit.”

A soft palm slid up his chest and under the charms that hung there before it skidded back down with fingernails extended to lightly scratch the path.  “Of course not.  We’re just switching from angry sex to steamy sex.  Totally different thing.  The only question is whether we’re doing it now or after dinner.”

There was no need to contemplate that answer. 

“Now.”

Feminine hands gingerly extracted the ones nested in her hair so that she could twine their fingers together and use the grip to guide him along.  Up the sturdy wooden stairs they went before entering an open area that looked like a combination office/family room with a door on each end, and Chiara guided him to the one on the right. 

The fading light outside created long shadows along the walls of the room, but it was still bright enough for him to identify the white, fluffy bed that could pass for a cloud against the-

“What the hell?”

Fingers unknotting, she grabbed his chin and angled it so that his gaze was on her instead of the bedroom walls.  “Yeah, yeah, we’ve established that I paint.  Could you focus here?” 

Putting the artwork out of his mind for the time being, he grinned down into a face awash with exasperation.  It was with a cocked eyebrow that he asked hopefully, “Why?  You gonna flirt again?”

“Asshole,” she snorted. “Apparently, the bitch has a more lasting impact on you than the flirt if you’re so easily distracted.”

Jon swooped in to capture the hands she was about to shove against his chest.  “I dunno about that.  Try it again.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I asked you to?”  It was a calculated risk on his part, much like the orders he issued to her in the kitchen last week.  She could either accept it at face value or tell him to go fuck himself.  Both were equally possible, and from the looks of it, she was having trouble deciding which direction to lean.

Ultimately, she tipped her chin and demanded, “Tell me you want me.”

Releasing one of her hands so that he could dust a thumb over her cheek, he softly reminded, “I told you once already.  Now you tell me – like you mean it.”

There was a war waging in her eyes.  Did she or didn’t she?  Would she yield to his wishes and hope for the best, or would she argue simply because she wasn’t willing to be vulnerable?  Unless he was mistaken, she wanted to say it but didn’t trust him enough to do so.

“It’s not a power play, Chiara.  I just wanna see how it sounds when you’re not mad about it.”

He judged well, because that was all it took for the counselor to take a hike and leave sweet Chiara in her place.  Solid milk chocolate melted for him again and stirred together with a plethora of thoughts that he knew would never be voiced. 

“I want you,” she whispered in the dying light, giving him what he asked for but not a smidgeon more.

It was okay, though.  He didn’t mind this time. 

What she did give was ample to stoke the desire that had dulled to smoldering embers, and Jon dropped his mouth to hers while tunneling greedy hands under her shirt.  He didn’t stop until he could scrape rough thumbs over nipples that strained against lace, and the effort was rewarded with a moan that he swallowed hungrily.

He wanted her.  He wanted to taste her, to feel her, to fill her.  He wanted to know if this woman could bring as much sexual satisfaction as her counterpart.

“Jon.”  Impatient hands pushed under his shirt much as his pushed under hers.  “Off.”

Retreating only far enough to cross his arms in front of him, Jon whipped the black tee off and tossed it aside, taking a second to also remove his necklace and drop it on the nightstand.  Her shirt was to be the next casualty, but she was too busy carousing over his naked torso to allow it.

“You said you were my fantasy come to life,” she murmured with melted chocolate eyes going gooey again.  “I never thought it before, but you might be right.  You’re beautiful.”

He snatched the shirt from her body and flicked the clasp on her bra, uninterested in the compliment.  It was the raw honesty that stirred him, and when their chests were equally bare, he folded her in close to claim another kiss.  The static undercurrent appeased him for only a second before he was driven to wedge his hands between them and pull at the button on her jeans, then rip at the zipper. 

“Impatient?” she chuckled upon breaking the kiss so that she could shove denim down her legs while he did the same.

“Fuck, yes.”

There was more he could add – he liked the surprising little bits of her that were coming to the surface, that they made her sexy to him in an entirely different way, that he was itching to pin her to that mattress and fuck her into the floor...  All true, but he didn’t voice any of it.  Jon was too interested in turning that desire to reality. 

“Bed.”  Locking anxious hands around her waist, he tried to prod her backward but she held her ground. 

“Not yet.” 

“Why?”  Yes, he heard the barked question, but holy hell.  They’d dilly dallied long enough hadn’t they?  Wasn’t she the one who demanded he focus?

“Calm down, Stud,” she soothed, burrowing her fingers in chest hair while kissing from his throat to jaw.  “I just want you to do something for me first.”

“What?” 

She stood on tiptoe, leaning up to whisper, “Put your fingers in me.”

His dick surged at the sultry request, and Jon didn’t hesitate in reaching down to nudge her thighs apart.  Starting at her clit, he slicked a middle finger down the valley of pleasure to plunge inside.  “You like being finger fucked?  That it?”

“Mmmmm...”  Those vicious nails of her dug into the tops of his shoulders as she purred her satisfaction.  “It’s been your leadoff move every time.  I was… thinking about it last night in bed.”

A second finger joined the first as the friction dwindled away and invited more.  “Is ‘thinking’ code for doing it yourself?  Huh?  You stick your fingers up in your pussy and fantasize about me, Counselor?”

Because if she did, he might lose his load right there.  The mental picture of uptight, confrontational counselor masturbating on that fucking cloud she called a bed while she fantasized that his fingers as the ones inside her…? 

“I did,” she confessed on a moan as he burrowed deeper and with more thrust.  “I was a little drunk and horny last night.”

Christ almighty.

Blood surged rampantly and took him from hard to as inflexible as titanium steel rod.  He buffed over her g-spot and reveled in both her gasp and the muscular reflexes that tried to hold his fingers captive. 

“You missed me, didn’t you?”

“I missed this,” she corrected, tracing the edge of his collar bone with her tongue even as she humped his hand.  “And you happen to be part of ‘this’.”

Easing his fingers free of the convulsing channel that didn’t want him to go, Jon scraped over her clit one last time before trailing his fingers over her mound and up to her navel.  He once again gripped her around the waist to walk her backward, and this time she went without complaint.  Freely toppling to the mattress with no more than a gentle nudge, she scooted up to the pillows and dropped her thighs open to offer anything he wanted.

What he wanted was everything.

“I thought about you, too.”  Jon crawled between those welcoming legs like an army commando until he was within inches of the folds that were in full bloom like an erotic flower.  He dredged his tongue along the crease of one thigh and then the other before parting her lips and slicking his tongue through honey-coated heaven.  “The taste of your pussy.  How fucking tight it is around my cock.”

“Ohhhh God!”  In true Chiara fashion, she tunneled aggressive fingers into his hair and knotted them so that he couldn’t go anywhere.  “Do that again.”

“Do what?” he teased before licking her like an all-day sucker from bottom to top.  “Do that?”

“Yessss, you cruel and sadistic man.  Again!” 

Her hips squirmed as she scooted toward his mouth in attempt to force the issue.  When she lifted her pelvis toward the ceiling, it was mission accomplished as his lips disappeared inside hers, and he sucked the girl hard-on between his teeth.  Jon fluttered the tip of a rigid tongue like butterfly wings against it.  

“AAhhnnhh!  Jesus, yes!”

When her fingers were on the verge of digging deep enough to draw blood from his scalp, he extracted himself and wormed out of her grip.  Evading the hands that still wanted to cling, he crawled upward until in a position to rocket his hips forward and impale her. 

“Ohh, yeahh,” he groaned as those mysterious feminine muscles relaxed enough to welcome him into their domain.  

“Get on with it.”  The growl came from the back of her throat and he impaled a second time, harder, while tweaking her nipples. 

“Tell me what else you did last night.”  Her wet heat sucked at him as he rode her gently, easing in and out while biding his time.  “Did you scream for me when you came?”

“I didn’t… Unnhh!  Come.” 

The jiggle of natural, heavy breasts as they absorbed the shock of being fucked was like one of those damn laser lights for a dog.  He couldn’t tear his eyes or hands away, even when the sweat started to drip.

“Why?”

“Not enough.”  Those wicked fingernails scratched under his navel and over his stomach yet he didn’t slow the steady pace. 

“What wasn’t enough?” 

He could fuck her like this all night.  Watching the color wash up her chest and face, the slow and steady pound of flesh, the bounce of that flesh on impact, the gooey chocolate eyes and the lips parted on a gasp or a groan… All while he encouraged her to talk the shit she wouldn’t otherwise say.

“Hands.  Vibrator.  It wasn’t enough.  It wasn’t this.”

His balls drew tight.  Uncensored Chiara was sexy as hell, and in this moment, he didn’t think he possessed a drop of blood that wasn’t running through his dick.

Her hair lay in dark wisps on the white cloud bedding as she writhed under him with closed eyes.  Her throat arched gracefully with each moan of ecstasy.  The corner of her mouth was caught between her teeth.  Restless hands touched any part of his body they could reach.

“What’s so good about this, Chiara?” 

“Everything.  Unnh!  Harder!” 

Releasing her breasts, he let his own hands do some restless wandering.  The silky skin of her thighs, her taut and satiny stomach, the irresistible jiggle globes, her neck, her face…

“Chiara.”  He didn’t slow the steady pace, but it accelerate either.  Not yet. 

“What?” she breathed, scowling up at him through slitted eyes and rocking her hips in search of deeper penetration.

Jon pushed his palms into the mattress for leverage and drove hard, bumping her up in the bed with the impact.  Then he leaned down to kiss her jaw and did it again.  Kissing her ear, he did it again, reveling in the nonsensical noises she made with each push closer to the edge. 

“I want you,” he breathed and took them another step closer to the edge of paradise.  “And I don’t hate it.”

“OhHHhhh!!  Nnnhhhhmmfkffff!!”

Desperate arms locked around him like a vise while she scratched and clawed her way down the other side of the mountain.  Jon was still on the trip up, rolling into her heat over and over as she rippled along his length.  Sweat dripped into his eyes and down his back as he drove harder and faster, feeling like he was never going to get there – until she lifted him up and over the apex with a mere whisper. 

“I don’t hate it either.”