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Authors: Rebecca Lynn

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Ayanna picked up her head to look at him then raised her eyebrow.

He cleared his throat.  “When I made those comments about your clothes at the fourth of July barbeque, and she called me out on it.  She was right,” he said quietly.

“About what?” she asked equally as quiet, still looking at him.

“About how I wanted you and how I loved looking at you.  I just hated seeing other men looking at you.”

“Why
didn’t you ask me out?” she asked quietly.

He took a long time in answering.

“Don’t get upset when I say this, because I’ll explain what I mean in a sec.  But when I first met you, you reminded me of my ex.”

She stilled.  He continued.

“You’re physically beautiful, charming, confident...and when you came onto me, I don’t know, I think it just made me think of her.  That’s my only explanation.  Because logically, what normal hot-blooded man wouldn’t take you up on an offer like that?” he murmured.

“A man who’s interested in more than just a good time,” she said quietly.  “Which is exactly why I wanted you even more after you said no.  I knew you were different.  And even though I hadn’t thought it all through in my head yet, I was definitely looking for different.”

He gripped her hair and pulled her head back.

“I’m really glad I came down to apologize to you last Monday.”  He leaned down to kiss her lightly.  He leaned back up.  “Have I thanked you for accepting my apology?”

“No thanks needed, champ,” she murmured.  “Now, come back here.”

He chuckled and kept his hand in her hair so he could control the pace of the kiss.  He went at it slowly, teasing her.  Rubbing his lips over hers, then catching her lower lip with his teeth and sucking on it.

She kept trying to crawl up closer to him so she could be flush with his body, but he wouldn’t let her, holding her exactly where she was resting on his chest.

She let out a frustrated sound, and he swore.

“Yan, if I let you do what you want to do right now, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself.  If I feel your whole body pressed on mine, I’m gonna lose it,” he said, trying to control his breathing. 

His muscles felt tense under his button down
shirt.  She could tell his control was slipping.

“Let’s watch a movie.  Maybe that will help.”  He ran his fingers through his hair.

“The only TV I have is in my bedroom,” she smiled.  “We can crawl into my bed and watch one.  Is that what you want?”

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.”  He reached the hand that wasn’t in her hair up to his face and scrubbed at it.  “I think I should probably go.  It’s getting harder as each day passes.  If you know what I mean.”

She groaned at his joke.  “I don’t want you to go,” she said, disgruntled.

“I don’t want to go either.  But I think it may be wise.” 

He was still gripping her hair, controlling his breathing, and his body was tense like a taut wire.

He took one last breath and kissed her hard, then started to get up.  She disentangled herself from him and allowed him to get up off the sofa.  She remained seated, trying to get her own emotions in check.

She felt like crying.

“Hey,” he said, kneeling in front of her and holding her face.  “It’s all gonna work out.  Tomorrow will be the ten day countdown,” he said quietly.

“I want you so fucking badly, it hurts, Jon.”

He gave her an understanding look.  “Trust me, babe.  I
know.” 

Then he leaned in and kissed her so aggressively, it took her breath away.  He was plundering her mouth with his tongue, changing the angle of the kiss over and over. 

And then it was done.

He got up and cracked his neck on both sides.  Then he looked at her with such lust in his eyes, she totally thought he was going to jump her.

“I need to go.  We’ll see each other at the precinct tomorrow for the class then we’ll have dinner with everyone which will make it easier.”  He paused.  “Then it’ll only be nine days.  We can do this.  We can do this,” he kept muttering to himself.

She covered her mouth to stop the half laugh, half sob from escaping her lips.  He was so fucking adorable in the midst of his pep talk to himself.  And she knew exactly how he felt.

Ayanna got up and wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him.  His erection was poking into her stomach, and his jaw was so tight it looked like it could crush glass.

He didn’t put his arms around her, but just rested his hands on her shoulders.  He looked like he was in so much pain.

“You know,” she started quietly, “you’ve helped me when I’ve needed to decompress.  I could help
you.

She looked into his eyes with all of the love she felt for him and waited for him to respond.  There was nothing in the world she would rather do at that moment then put his beautiful cock in
to her mouth, and give him a little slice of heaven.

He looked a little crazed at that moment and quickly stepped back from her, running his hands through his hair. 

“No.  I think that may really be against the rules—”

“Jon,
we
make the rules.”


—and I want you to succeed, babe.  And if you help me at all, it’s done.  I won’t be going back to my place.  I’ll be fucking you until you can’t walk for a week.  If I let you touch me,” he swallowed, “it would be it for me.”

She nodded, sizzling from his words, and feeling a little rejected even though she knew he was right.

“Okay,” she said, sounding so sad.

He smiled sweetly at her.  “It’s okay, honey.  Come on.  We’re almost there.”

“Yeah, but what’s the point of all this misery?” she whined.  “I think I’ve come to enough realizations and I feel like now these last ten days are just gonna be torture, not necessarily about reflection.”

He chuckled.
              “Shh.”  He walked over to her and stroked her cheek, then ran his thumb over her bottom lip.  “You said 40 days. 
We
said 40 days.  That’s what we’re gonna do.  Even if it kills us,” he smirked then he turned serious.  “You would be really disappointed if we didn’t wait, you know that.”

“I know!” she growled.  “Why do you have to be so fucking mature about this, Jonathan?!”

He chuckled again.  “Thank you for an incredible dinner, baby.  It was awesome.”

She let go of a frustrated deep sigh.  “You’re welcome,” she grumbled.  “Take the rest of the cookie.  I made it for you, after all.”

He grabbed his glasses off the table as she took the cookie and stomped into the kitchen to wrap it up.  He followed her, a light smile touching his lips.  Once the cookie was wrapped, she turned and handed it to him.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

She had to get herself in check.  She didn’t want him to think she was pissed at him.  She wasn’t.  She was just pissed.  Period.

Just before she could apologize, he pinned her with his eyes. 

“I’m gonna call you in five minutes.” 

She blinked at his knowing look.  Oh, boy.  Did that mean
—?

“Be ready, Ayanna.  I think we both need to decompress tonight. Together.”

And with that, he turned and left the apartment.

Holy shit. 

If he was going to give her some stupendous phone sex, she was not going to miss it.  She put away the food in record time then ran to the bedroom, nearly tripping in her haste.

Just as she got there, her phone rang and she answered it on the first ring.

She was out of breath.

“Hey,” she breathed. 

“As far as I’m concerned, this falls within the rules.  If we’re not in the same room with each other, then I think it’s okay.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, JBG, I’m all for it.”

“Oh, I’m gonna be sleeping like a baby tonight, gorgeous.  And so are you.  Are you naked yet?”

She laughed, giddy with anticipation.  “Not yet, but I’m getting there.”

She put the phone on speaker and stripped quickly.

“What room are you in?”

“The bedroom.”

“Go back to the living room.”

“Why?”

“Go back to the living room and lie on the sofa.  I wanna picture you there.  Right where I wanted to tear your clothes off and ravish your body 15 minutes ago.”  His voice sounded so husky and sexy.  She ran to oblige.

Her heart was fluttering as she made her way to the living room. 

“Turn off all the lights when you’re in there.  Once you’re on the sofa, spread your legs nice and wide, but don’t touch yourself yet,” he warned in a steely voice over the speakerphone.

She sat on the sofa and reclined back, opening her legs.  It felt decadent lying naked there.

“Jon,” she breathed.  “I want you to come with me.”

“Don’t you worry about that, Beautiful.  We’ll definitely be coming together tonight,” he said, his soft voice rasping along her skin.

She let herself sink into the cushions, feeling her heartbeat going strong.  She was so turned on waiting for his next command.

“I only want you to touch where I tell you to, Ayanna.  I want you to listen to my voice.  And everything I’m gonna do to you,” he whispered.  “Do you understand?”

She hesitated.  “Yes.”

“Do you remember how we were on the sofa, when you wanted to rub your body up onto mine?  Can you feel it?  How good it feels?”

“Oh, yeah,” she breathed.  “I can feel it.”

“Close your eyes and picture it. Are they closed?”

“Yes.”  She could feel herself being taken back to that moment.

“I’ve just flipped you onto your back,” he whispered.  “And I’m nestled between your legs, right where I wanna be.  I’m unbuttoning your shirt, baby.  One button at a time.  And I’m spreading it open.  It’s the first time I’ve seen you.  I can see your nipples under your white lace bra.  They’re so hard,” he whispered.  “I can’t wait to taste them.”  He groaned slightly, and her breathing began to increase.

“Do you want me to taste them, Yan?”

“Yes.”

“Good.  I just opened your bra and I’m pushing it out of the way. 
You’re so fucking beautiful.  Mmm.  God, baby, you taste so good.  Your right nipple is in my mouth and I’m sucking on it.  My teeth are sinking into it, scraping over your nipple.  Can you feel that?”  His breathing was becoming more erratic.

She whimpered, her right nipple tingling just from his words. 

“Lightly pinch your right nipple,” he demanded. 

She lifted her hand to it, and pinched and plucked at it.  She moaned.

“That’s it.  You keep doing that while I suck on that other gorgeous breast of yours.  They’re perfect, so soft.  And your nipple is so hard.  Can you feel me nibbling on it?  I just want to suck on it,” he whispered.

She groaned.

“I want you to pinch your other nipple, Yan.  I want you to pinch both of your nipples while I go down on you.  Because, God, I can’t wait to have all of you in my mouth,” he breathed.

She began to gyrate her hips up, straining to relieve the tension that was building between her legs.  She needed to touch herself so badly, but he hadn’t told her to yet.

“Keep touching your nipples, baby.  I don’t want you to touch your pussy yet.  Your pussy belongs to me,” he said, his voice sounding like sand paper.  “I’m running my finger over it right now.  Running my finger through that sweet cream of yours, right over your nub.  I can’t wait to lap you up, every drop.”

She was whimpering regularly now, feeling the dual sensation of her fingers on her nipples, and his words stroking the rest of her body. She was beginning to think she was going to come without even touching between her legs.

He was groaning as he continued.  “God, you taste so good.  Exactly how I thought you would.  I’m kissing your pussy, Yan.  Sucking all of it.  Can you feel my tongue?” he asked.  “I’ve got that little bundle of nerves right between my teeth, pulling on it with my lips,” he growled with a moan.

She was incoherently gasping and whimpering, pushing her hips up higher and higher.  Reaching.  She was going to come, and she hadn’t even touched herself yet.  But his words were taking her there.  Her imagination was taking her there.

“Will you come for me, Yan?” he whispered.  “Only me?  Say my name.”

“Jon,” she moaned.  “It’s only you, I promise,” she gasped.  “
Please
, Jon.”

“I’m sucking so hard now, Yan.  I’m ready to take you there.  Push your hips up into my mouth.  I want to taste all of you, baby,” he encouraged.

“Together, Jon,” she moaned.  “Come with me!”

“I’m there, babe,” he said through gritted teeth.  “I’ve got my fist around my cock wishing it was your hot wet pussy.  Touch it for me...come for me,
now
.”

She screamed as the build-up of sensations spilled over her, and she felt the band on her control snap.  She reached down to her clit to relieve the tension and she exploded as she pumped her hips up over and over, circling her hips grinding into her hand and into his words.

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