Redemption (Iris Series)

by Lynn, Rebecca

  “Are you ready, Ayanna?” he whispered, teasing her opening with his erection.

  “Yes,” she moaned in frustration. “Now!”

  Without further ado, he thrust into her.

  And carried her into a new day.

  Chapter 16

  They both moaned long and hard as they connected their bodies and souls for the first time. He was deep inside her, the tip of his cock kissing her womb.

  “Yan,” he breathed. He gritted his teeth.

  He pulled out slowly, her sex sucking at him greedily, begging him to stay in the warm cocoon of her body. He was nearly out of her when he pushed forcefully back in, causing her to move upward on the bed.

  She let out a keening sound. He felt incredible, filling her so completely.

  His hands anchored under her shoulders to hold her in place. She was so close to him physically. With her arms above her, his hands, arms, and torso were all over her.

  She needed more.

  “Jon. Let me touch you. I need to touch you,” she nearly sobbed.

  He kissed her tenderly, slowly nibbling at her lips, teasing her. He tortured her with his slow methodical movements, pulling out then grinding his hips into her when pushing back in. While he did so, he tickled the sides of her breasts with his fingers letting his thumbs skate over to her nipples.

  She was pulling on the restraints, dying to feel him with her hands, scratch her nails down his back, hug him to her and run her fingers through his hair. She was about to go over the edge and one more time she begged him.

  “Jon,” she whimpered.

  He looked her in the eyes, pushing in and out of her, hitting her clit with his hips every time he ground into her.

  “What do you need, baby? Tell me,” he said, kissing her lightly on the lips, resting them there, mingling their breaths.

  “I need to touch you. God,” she moaned. “I want to touch you, Jon.” She pulled against the cuffs again.

  He rested his forehead on hers and whispered, “I want you to touch me, too. But I need to tell you something first.”

  She looked up at him with a question in her eyes.

  There was a long pause then he looked her in the eye, and said, “I’m in love with you, Ayanna Sarin.”

  She blinked, not sure if she heard him right. Then she closed her eyes as the tears formed and started shaking her head.

  Her breath came out in choppy bursts of air. “Don’t say it just because—”

  As she was shaking her head no, he was nodding his head yes and took her face in his hands to still her.

  “Look at me,” he demanded.

  She did. His face was close and he looked so intense. Almost angry.

  “Do you really think I’d say something as important as that because I felt obligated?”

  He loved her?

  “Jonathan?” she whispered. The question in her voice asked Do you really mean it? She bit her lip while feeling the tears prick her eyes.

  He smiled mischievously at her. “You don’t believe me? That’s not a very good start to this relationship.”

  As if to reinforce his point, he increased his rhythm and began fucking her in earnest, faster and faster until their bodies were slapping and their groans and whimpers were the only sounds heard in the room.

  “Does it feel like I’m lying to you?” he groaned as he slammed into her again.

  “Jon,” she sobbed as she rocked faster and faster into his hips, colliding their bodies. Her legs were wrapped around him tightly while he kissed her mouth, groaning into hers.

  “Say it, Yan,” he said with gritted teeth. “Say the words.”

  “I love you,” she breathed, whimpering.

  He pounded into her, moving her up the bed even while holding her still with his hands under her shoulders. Then in a sudden move, he leaned back on his knees carrying her hips up with him, pushing into her over and over.

  His face shown with dominance and strain, and he growled, “I want to feel you come around me, Ayanna. Now. Come on.”

  She let out a loud high pitched moan as he pumped into her, aggressively taking her, claiming her, making her his own.

  She pulled and strained and felt stretched beyond belief, on the precipice of that glorious tingling pressure making her feel ready to blow apart.

  He respected her.

  He wanted her.

  He loved her.

  With that thought, she screamed and began coming around him, her inner muscles squeezing him like a fist. She was convulsing, bucking up into him as euphoric pleasure broke all around her and consumed her.

  He growled and slammed into her two last times, holding her to him grinding and grinding, clenching his teeth as he came and came into her.

  They stayed in that position for several seconds, wanting to feel every moment of the experience, hearing only their breathing and the echo of their lovemaking, enjoying that precious gift of desire and love with each other.

  When he finally pulled out of her, he said quietly, “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” He had a twinkle in his eye looking up at her restrained wrists.

  She chuckled with a roll of the eyes.

  He gave her a humorous look then his naked form walked into the bathroom.

  She rested back onto her silk sheets. He loved her.

  When he’d said those words to her, she’d nearly broken in two. She had actually started to cry a little. That was definitely a first for her during sex.

  But then again, this wasn’t just sex. And she was discovering with Jonathan there were going to be a lot of “firsts.”

  He walked back into the room scratching at his stomach, then stopped and looked at her naked form stretched out before him.

  “I hope you’re not tired.” His cock twitched and his eyes took on a glow. “Because we haven’t even gotten started, sweetheart.”

  Her slumberous gaze latched onto his penis which was growing.

  “Maybe if you untie my hands, I can show you how awake I really am.”

  “Hmm,” he said, climbing onto the bed and kneeling between her spread knees. “That might not be a bad idea,” he murmured. He leaned down and nibbled at her areola all around her nipple.

  She hummed with pleasure. “You said you would let me touch you,” she wiggled.

  “I know but it’s so nice having you like this. No way out. My captive. I can do whatever I want with you,” he whispered against her nipple.

  Zing! God he did it for her. In every way. But she did want to touch him, and her shoulders were beginning to ache from all the straining she had done.

  “Jon,” she said, frustrated.

  “Alright,” then he leaned over her to release her wrists from the velcro cuffs.

  His stomach was over her face, so she took the opportunity to reach her head up and lightly bite at his six pack of muscles.

  He jumped then chuckled. “Almost done, sex goddess.”

  Once her wrists were out, she winced slightly and he said, “Come here, baby.” He pulled her up by her hands so she was sitting up, then scooted behind her and began kneading her shoulders.

  She purred, it felt so wonderful. After massaging her shoulders and neck for a few moments, he let his hands massage down each arm, rubbing at her wrists and hands, too. She almost started drooling she was so relaxed.

  When he was done, he laid her back down onto the bed and stretched out next to her, stroking her face. She did the same, touching his stomach, his shoulders, his arms.

  She smiled up at him sexily.

  “You’re a good looking man, JBG.”

  “I’m glad you approve,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her. He shifted so one of his legs was between hers and he supported his weight on his arms on either side of her.

  She wrapped her arms tightly around him, buried her face in his neck, and sighed.

  “Are we gonna talk about the elephant in the room?” he asked with humor.

  She stilled but kept the mood light. “As l
ong as I’m not the elephant in this scenario,” she chuckled. Her hand reached down to enclose him with her fingers. “You do have a trunk. Maybe you’re the elephant.”

  He leaned back with a smile then looked down at her, took a deep breath and began.

  “I’m in love with you,” he whispered, so serious as he looked her in the eye. “You have any thoughts on that?”

  She felt the butterflies in her stomach. She didn’t think she would ever tire of hearing him say those words. She reached up and cupped his face with her hand. He didn’t let her answer.

  “When you told me you loved me outside the restaurant,” he paused and swallowed. “Those words got me through the hardest two weeks of my life, Yan.”

  She leaned up to kiss him softly.

  “I hadn’t intended on telling you,” she whispered, enjoying the intimacy of being in his arms. Being so close to him. “The words just came out. I was so overwhelmed with feeling, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut,” she said with a little shrug. “I’m sorry if I threw you.”

  “Are you sorry you said it?”

  “No,” she said without hesitation.

  “Good. I’m not sorry either. I am sorry that I didn’t say anything back, but I was so surprised when you said it. And I wanted to make sure I didn’t say it as a reflex. I wanted to say it when we had time to talk about it. Like now,” he smiled softly, kissing her lips, then her cheek, then her eyes. He nuzzled her neck then looked at her again. He stroked her cheek.

  “I knew I couldn’t have sex with you until I was sure,” he said quietly. “I wanted that for you. For both of us.”

  He truly was the best man she’d ever met, and she had never met anyone like him.

  “Obviously we’ve both had plenty of sex before this and I imagine there was rarely love, if any, during those times. But,” he paused, “with your journey these last several weeks, with my own journey over the past couple of months of getting to know you, looking at my own reasons for being judgmental or how I’d reacted to you—really watching you grow, seeing the real you emerge—” He looked her in the eye. “I just didn’t want this first time to be cheapened. I wanted it to be the real thing.”

  Ayanna was so unbelievably touched by his words. “When did you know?” she asked, nervous as hell and sounding like a lost child. She craved this new love and wanted to know everything about it.

  He pushed the hair back from her face, rubbing his nose with hers.

  He smiled, “I think I knew when we were trying to get the sofa into the truck at IKEA.”

  They laughed at the memory then he got serious.

  “I’ve been attracted to you since day one, and Ryann was forever defending you to me when we weren’t getting along. Just watching you that day we went to IKEA, with your realizations. You were so happy. I knew that you were becoming the woman you really wanted to be, and it was a beautiful thing to watch. That’s when it started to hit me.” He paused then asked, “When did you know?”

  “I think I’ve always known, strangely enough. You,” she hesitated, “you’re the type of guy I’ve always wanted deep down. You’re so smart. I love an intelligent man.”

  He chuckled. “I didn’t realize it was my brain that would turn you on so much,” he said grinding into her.

  She laughed, then grabbed his face and kissed him. “That’s not the only thing about you that turns me on, champ. I also love your compassion. And you’re so fucking sexy, I get wet just thinking about you.”

  “Mmm,” he murmured kissing her neck and grinding his leg into her clit.

  “You’re the first man who’s made me feel so many different emotions. God, you could make me so fucking mad,” she chuckled.

  His eyes twinkled.

  “I’d been falling in dribs and drabs, but when you stayed that night after Robert, I knew.” She paused then swallowed. “No man has ever made me feel so cherished or protected. When you started kissing me awake, and then stopped because you wanted me to make it through the 40 days? I was a goner, JBG. A complete and utter goner.”

  He kissed her nose, then her mouth while stroking the hair away from her face. She had never met a man who could be so tender and sexy and rough all at the same time. It was a potent combination and made her heart flip.

  His tongue mated with hers and she let her hands roam through his hair, then scratch at his back. He arched into her as he groaned in her mouth and began to kiss her more insistently, aggressively licking and nibbling, biting at her lower lip. Then he moved to her neck, just behind her ear, and nibbled some more.

  She floated on the sensations.

  His hand came to her breast and played with her nipple, causing it to harden and tingle.

  A thought popped into her head.

  “How did you get into my apartment?” she murmured while his mouth traveled down her neck to her chest.

  “I can’t divulge all of my secrets,” he said, kissing his way to her nipple then capturing it between his lips and pulling.

  She whimpered.

  He scraped his teeth over the hardened nub and then sucked it into his mouth. Her nipples had a direct line to her pussy because just then the pull of his lips caused a tingle of pleasure to settle between her legs, as well as a rush of wetness. Instinctively she began rubbing herself on his thigh that was sandwiched between her own.

  The sounds emanating from the back of her throat, as well as the slickness of her sex let him know she was ready and wanting more.

  “I want to touch you,” she breathed.

  Before he could respond, she reached her hand between them and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

  He released her nipple and hissed, then renewed his attentions even more forcefully to her other nipple.

  “Ahh,” she said, her eyes rolling back. “You feel so good, JBG.”

  He hummed his response while torturing her right nipple and playing with the other. He was pumping himself into her hand and she raised her leg to put it around his waist.

  “Again,” she whispered. “Fuck me again, Jon,” she moaned pulling at his hair.

  He growled against her nipple then bit softly into her flesh.

  She jumped and squealed.

  He chuckled, his mouth still full. Then he released it.

  “Should we invite someone to join us?” he asked, looking at her.

  That caused her to pause. “Shit, JBG. There really is a side of you I don’t know about, isn’t there?” She wasn’t sure that she wanted another person to join them.

  “Because I think B.O.B. has been missing you,” he murmured with a sexy and playful look.

  A giggle of relief and just plain humor bubbled up inside her and she laughed out loud.

  “I fucking love you,” she laughed and grabbed his face to kiss him hard on the lips.

  “Mmm,” he said when she finally released him. “Is that a yes?”

  “Where is he?” she teased, running her fingers through his hair. She loved touching him.

  “He’s back home, aka your nightstand drawer,” he smiled.

  “Well, I don’t know. You assured me all of your many women didn’t need a B.O.B. Or was that just an empty boast?” Her eyes were sparkling.

  “Rest assured, sweetheart. You don’t need B.O.B. But he could make things a lot more interesting,” he said cocking his eyebrow up.

  “What do you have in mind, champ?” Her heartbeat was kicking up, already anticipating this man making her come again.

  “Some experimentation.”

  She looked at him hungrily. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

  He stilled and licked his lips. “Say that again.”

  Her mouth kicked up at one side. He did like his control.

  She pulled his ear down to her mouth and whispered in a sultry voice, “Tell me what you want me to do, big boy.” She punctuated the statement with a bite to his earlobe.

  He growled and plowed his hand into her hair, tugging on it.

  “You have no idea what
those words do to me when they’re coming out of your mouth,” he said, devastating her lips with his mouth.

  A moment later she said, “Show me.”

  He gave her a promising lazy smile and let his eyes linger on hers before he got up and walked over to the nightstand. He took out her vibrator which was in the form of a bright pink dildo with a little butterfly that could be placed right over her clitoris. When switched on, it would vibrate on three different speeds.

  He placed it on the top of the nightstand along with a towel and lube, then pulled out another condom and handed it to her.

  “Would you do the honors?” he asked in a husky voice.

  She made eye contact with him and licked her lips. But instead of saying yes, she slowly shook her head in the negative. “Not yet.”

  He licked his lips, too then stood before her on the bed.

  “You have about two minutes before B.O.B. and I fuck you, baby. I’m just giving you an FYI,” he said, his eyes taking on a sheen of lust.

  “Well then I better get to work,” she said sexily, stalking toward him on her hands and knees toward the edge of the bed, stopping before him and leaning over to kiss his stomach. “I love this muscle,” she teased his six pack with her finger, “right here.”

  His stomach muscle jumped then she leaned down and licked around his belly button. She looked off to the side and could see his hands clenched in fists.

  She chuckled inwardly, licked her lips again and looked up at him, then sat down on the edge of the bed letting her legs fall on either side of him. She wrapped one hand around his very hard cock and without breaking eye contact she leaned down and licked him from root to tip with the flat of her tongue.

  His stomach was tight and she could tell his breathing had accelerated. His eyes were black with desire and a small burst of air escaped his mouth.

  She smiled and licked the entire length again, this time moving her hand to his sac, tickling him there.

  His breath started getting choppy.

  The third time, she continued looking at him and wrapped her entire mouth around the tip and sucked. Like a sweet juicy lollipop.

  “You have about 30 seconds, then I’m taking charge,” he growled, a sheen of sweat on his brow.