Page 44 of Handling the CEO

Tae fell asleep early in the evening after demolishing her takeout, and I came back downstairs to find my probably freaking-the-fuck-out boyfriend.

“Hey how are you, you OK?” I ask as I put my arms around him as he overlooks the night lights over Kerrington from his favorite place, leaning over the railing on the kitchen terrace.

“Fuck if I know,” he sighs deeply, turns then pulls me in, asking without words if I can just give him my strength, my manly man overwhelmed by the magnitude of change in his life right now. He holds me tight; I can feel his nose in the crook of my neck, touching my skin and taking refuge.

“I don’t know what I am doing with Tae—I can’t think what to even do tomorrow with her—take her to school? I don’t have any of her books or anything… What if Miranda sends the police over tonight and says I kidnapped her? I wouldn’t put it past her. And what the hell is veri peri?”

“What we are going to do is put the leftovers in the fridge as we will have them for lunch, then have a shower and relax. No, I also don’t have a clue what that stupid color is, but my sister will know. You have Tabitha here, which is what you have been trying to do for years. I wish it would have been under better circumstances, but you got this. We can stop by Miranda’s house on route to the school and pick up what she needs. I doubt very much she will be sending any officers after the text I sent her with the video from the restaurant as a warning.” I smile, and I feel him loosen with every sentence I say. After listening to my last one, he moves back and looks at me in wonderment.

“You actually got a recording? I thought you were bluffing; didn’t think they had cameras inside! Jesus, woman! You are amazing!” He picks me up and twirls me on the deck under the stars and I giggle like I’m demented, all the while loving his body holding mine, and the sound of his gleeful laughter.

“Alright, alright. Put me down, you deranged caveman.”

“Nah Avril, you are all mine now, not going anywhere.” He squeezes me even more, and I can’t deny his statement.

“Wasn’t planning to, dumbass. No getting rid of me,” I add, and I mean every word.

“Good, you are not getting rid of me either,” Jon says, but as he lowers me and we look at each other, it is our wordless connection, the magnetic pull between us which flares. Here in the quiet, with no distractions, no work or spies or relatives, just his green eyes staring into mine, chest to chest and heartbeat to heartbeat.

There is an unspoken truth between us, the ‘more’ which isn’t so abstract anymore. It is days of bickering over graphics of my software or wiring on his Cessna. It is him holding me at night before I take over the bed. And him sending his sister silly memes she rolls her eyes at. It is getting tickled over computer games and wearing his favorite shirts around the kitchen. Nights of feasting on each other, sweat and heat and moans, the taste of his tattoos and my hands pressing against his headboard. His kiss. My touch.

The ‘more’ is me and him and us, and the words we want to speak. Words are so insane to say with our histories, but they are there. Palpable in the air, as the bridge built between us. We know them, we breathe them. We act on them as Jon kisses me softly, swaying us in a dance in the dark.

He carries me up the stairs in silence, leftovers forgotten, and puts me down in his bedroom, closing the door. We kiss as I remove his button down, caressing his chest as I undo the buttons. We kiss after I throw my t-shirt on the floor. He unclasps my bra and I hiss as his hand grazes my nipple. My jeans. His. Our underwear—all disappear, and we stand in front of each other naked, with just the light of the streetlights outside permeating through the sheer curtain.

There is no awkwardness, it is two people who know each other, body and heart, stepping toward each other, knowing that tonight is more.

Jon pushes me gently onto the bed and I fall willingly. He lifts my leg and kisses my ankle, and then my calf, my knee… going upper and upper to the apex of my thighs. There are no words as none are needed. He caresses my folds, parting them so he can worship me with his gaze. His tongue touches my sensitive skin and I gasp, but that only makes him more intent to savor me, to coax endless pleasure from each movement of his lips, sucking my clit, as two of his fingers pump into me.

I want him to continue, I want him to stop—I do not know. Butheknows exactly what he craves. He restarts his journey on my body, kissing my navel, his hands moving along my sides and under my boobs, holding himself over me now, as he takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks the bud until it’s hard. And then the other, leaving them sensitive and stiff in the evening air as he moves onto my collarbone, feathering kisses along my skin.

He nibbles at my neck as I can finally touch him as well. My fingers trace the muscles on his back, tender movements reminding me of each dip and peak of him as my foot rubs against his calf.

When his lips get to mine, tasting myself and tasting him with an untamed appetite, his arms box me in. His cock is between my thighs, blessed friction between my mound and his shaft, coating himself in my arousal as we brush against each other.

“I want you inside me,” are the words I chose from the thesaurus currently in my heart. “Nothing between us—I am clean, and I am on the shot. I trust you.”

“I trust you, too, DJ…”

I don’t let him finish but lift my hips so I can get him at my entrance, no doubt in what I want, and as he kisses me like never before, deep and all-consuming, possessive and marking, his dick slides into me. He fills me slowly, one inch at a time, both of us breathing heavily, relishing the indulgence and pleasure.

When he bottoms out, he stills and looks at me with such emotion, that I touch his face in my palms and kiss him lazily. All the feeling in me pours into him with every press of my lips, and every swipe of my tongue against his. Jon starts moving then, his cock in and out of me in a steady deliberate rhythm, delving into my pussy so deep that I gasp with each stroke, basking in bliss.

I am exposed staring back at him as I feel my climax building, tension rising within me. I press my heels against his ass, pulling him even deeper, our bodies move together, the look on his face telling me repeatedly that what we have between us is as inconceivable for him as is for me, and yet just as extraordinary.

I tremble as he kisses me again, and when his thumb presses against my clit, moving in circles, I overload. My senses lost in an exhilarating orgasm, in the indescribable euphoria of a blazing peak I never experienced before. My whole being explodes, no end to the scorching pleasure, as he comes along with me and as I watch him, neck muscles strained, eyes closed, erupting in primal satisfaction, filling me up, his warm cum coating my pussy and changing us.

We fall asleep in each other’s arms, Jon collapsed on his back and me at his side, head on his chest holding him tightly, both knowing that we shifted something significant tonight, beyond the ‘more’, in the wordless tangible reality of us.

DJ

Inthemorningweattempted to prepare breakfast for Tae, but after the second kitchen fire alarm got set off, we all had cereal. Neither Jon nor I spoke out loud about what transpired yesterday, nor said the words on the tip of our tongues. Yet I know them in my bones, I can feel them each time he looks at me over the island, or in his touch when I pass his coffee cup, and his fingers linger on mine.

I am in love with him. With his kindness and protectiveness. I love his hold and his kiss, and how he makes me laugh. Maybe mostly when he acts as a grunting caveman and mumbles his words as we spar over nothing at the office, causing him to pinch my side and me to mock slap his chest. But then he holds my hand all the way to the car, as I lean on his shoulder.

We take Tabitha to get her things from her house, and it is truly anticlimactic, as Miranda isn’t there. With just the maid and cook at home, it takes us less than half an hour to load Jon’s Range Rover with what his sister wants to take with her.

Tae seems a bit sad, but I know how to keep her entertained by talking girl stuff. Jon was twitchy in the car on the way there, but he was better toward the end.

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