Page 120 of I Stop Somewhere Waiting For You

We pull into the parking garage a short time later, and while I’m still slightly bummed she wasn’t there to meet me, my excitement surrounding finally getting to see her is winning out. Finn keeps his goodbye short, dropping me and practically tearing out of the lot.

Weird.

Thirty seconds later, I’m exiting the elevator onto my floor and eagerly shoving through my front door. “Baby!” I call out, expecting to be tackled to the ground by the nervous mess she must be by now. Though, I’m met with silence.

I step further into the apartment, shutting the door behind me and making my way into the living room. “J?!” I shout once more, trying to tamper down the rising mixture of irritation and disappointment stirring within me.

Making my way into the kitchen, I glance around only to continue to come up empty in my search for her. Okay, seriously, where the fuck is she?

I spin, storming off back the way I came to make my way toward the bedrooms. “Jon—” I yell, only to choke on her name as it gets lodged in my throat. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I whisper, my eyes bulging from my head, my jaw practically hitting the floor.

“Hey, baby.” Her voice sounds like pure sex as it slips from her lips. “Did you miss me?”

I don’t know what the fuck comes out of my mouth, but it sure as shit isn’t a coherent sentence. My brain is still glitching after the sight of her knocked that shit the fuck offline. I swear, if past lives are a thing, I must have been the motherfucking pope, because I haven’t done jack shit in this lifetime to deserve what’s standing in front of me.

Jonsie’s leaning against the back of the couch, wearing a red lingerie set that should be classified as a straight-up felony. Because just the sight of her in it has me ready to burn fucking cities to the ground in her name.

The blood-red lace bra pushes her tits together to the point where they’re practically spilling from the cups. My hands twitch with the need to reach for them, caress them, put my mouth on them. My eyes travel down to her matching panties, though I get distracted by the lace of her garter belt which sits just above them. The straps descend, connecting to the sheer black thigh highs which almost look painted on her long lean legs. My eyes keep moving lower, settling on her sky-high black stilettos and my brain instantly conjures up an image of how sexy they’d look resting against my shoulders as I thrust inside her.

Dragging my gaze upwards, I take note of the series of thin red straps splayed around her mid-section. In the center of her torso they link together, connecting to one long vertical strap that travels up between her breasts to her neck where it wraps around like a collar.

I’m so fucking hard, my cock is about to bust through my jeans. J glances down, her eyes zeroing in on the outline of my dick, offering up a coy smile as she seductively bites her nail. “So, you like?”

Nothing. I’m still not capable of words. You would think this is the first time I’ve seen a woman in lingerie before. Not that any of them could even remotely compare to the stunning goddess before me.

J nips at her bottom lip, drawing it into her mouth as she sinks her top teeth into the pouty cushion. “I have a present for you.” She saunters toward me, like a lioness stalking her prey, only I have no objection to being caught. She comes to stop right in front of me, her breasts brushing against the fabric of my T-shirt as she drags her nail down the front of my chest.

“I fucking love presents.” My voice comes out strained, thick with need.

“Yeah?” She smirks; her hands grip hold of my belt and pull me even closer as her fingers work to free the buckle. “I think you’ll really like this one.” She’s quick to undo the button and zipper as well before descending to the floor, taking my pants with her.

Fuck. I’m not sure there’s anything sexier than J on her knees for me, and though she may be the one at my feet right now, she holds all the power. She smiles up at me, her hands traveling up the outside of my thighs until she’s able to grip the waistband of my boxer briefs, dragging them down as well.

My cock springs free, standing at full attention. J eyes me hungrily from under her thick dark lashes, and when her tongue darts out to lick her lips, the action has a bead of precum forming at the head of my dick.

“You never told me if you missed me.” She presses her tongue flat to my shaft, dragging it slowly up my length before swirling it around my crown.

“Holy fucking shit,” I moan in ecstasy. My head drops back, eyes slipping closed as she suctions her mouth around the tip. “Fuck,” I hiss, my hips instinctively thrusting forward as her warm wet mouth envelops me. She begins to move up and down my length, her tongue massaging the underside of my shaft as she does. “Yeah, baby. Oh fu— Mmmhmm. That’s my good girl.” She glances up at me—Jesus, she’s so fucking gorgeous—smiling around my cock before she goes all the way down, deeper than she’s gone before, taking me in the back of her throat.

A strangled cry escapes me as I fist her hair, holding her in place while I thrust just a little bit deeper. Rather than shy away, she leans into it, moaning pleasurable sounds that vibrate over my cock and drive me fucking wild. I fight to keep my eyes open, my body threatening to succumb to the intense pleasure pulsing through me. Instead, I lock eyes with her, tightening my grip on her hair as I continue to fuck her mouth. She takes every inch, licking and sucking me like I’m a fucking popsicle. If I let her go much longer I’m gonna come down her throat, and while this feels incredible, after a week without her I want to be buried to the hilt in her warmth when I blow.

I rip her off me, dragging her upward until our mouths collide and I claim her lips in a searing kiss. “You asked me if I missed you. That’s like asking if I miss air or water or food. You’re not just a desire, baby. You’re a necessity. I don’t survive without you.” My mouth clashes with hers once more, breaking briefly when she claws at the fabric of my shirt, ripping it over my head. I dip down to lift her, guiding her legs around my waist as I carry her to the oversized sectional. I drop back with her settling on top of me. Taking my hands in hers, she runs them over the length of her body, the action eliciting a primal growl from deep within me.

“I’ve missed you, too,” her voice comes out a low sultry whisper. “I missed your hands touching my body.”

I instinctively begin to allow my palms to roam up and down her form over her perfectly proportioned curves. I grip her ass, appreciating its fullness before doling out a hard slap to the right cheek.

“I miss your tongue on my skin.” She flips her hair over to the right side, exposing her tattoo.

Leaning forward, I drag my tongue up the side of her throat just as her hips establish an oscillating rhythm all their own, applying pressure down onto me. My eyes drop and I fight to stifle a whimper as I watch her pussy continue to grind against my bare cock. My chest heaves, my breathing becoming more erratic as I watch her ride me with nothing but that scrap of lace she calls underwear separating us.

J grips my chin, lifting my head so my gaze meets hers once more. “I miss feeling you inside me. Claiming me. Owning me.” Her movements quicken as she continues to rub herself against me. Her face baring a lust ridden look while she leans in, her lips brushing against my own. “Who owns this pussy?” she mewls into my mouth.

“I do,” I whisper.

“What’s that?” Jonsie taunts me with a smirk. “I can’t hear you.” She nips at my lower lip and, as impossible as it seems, I grow even harder beneath her.

My right hand travels up, gathering her long locks in my fist while twisting them into a rope. Wrapping it around my hand and ripping her head to the side, I bring my mouth to her ear. “I said, I own that fucking pussy.”

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