Epilogue

Jon’s hand on her leg made Terri’s pulse race. His pinky was stroking back and forth and coming perilously close to the juncture of her thighs. When she moved her foot to the brake pedal, Jon moved his hand along with her, to keep contact. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and smiled.

“Just what in the hell are you grinnin’ at?” Terri demanded.

“You,” Jon answered. “You have this adorable blush creeping up your neck…does the rest of your body flush like that when you’re aroused?”

“Who says I’m aroused?” Terri answered. “I could just be mad.”

Jon chuckled, and at the next red light they stopped at, he boldly cupped Terri through her jeans and pressed his fingers into her. She gasped loudly and turned to look at him. He could feel her dampness, made a show of bringing his hand up to his nose and inhaling. “You smell turned on to me,” he said softly.

“Oh my sweet Lord,” Terri answered, and turned her eyes back to the road. The light changed, and she slowly pulled through the intersection.

“How much further to your place?” Jon asked, putting his hand back onto Terri’s thigh.

“Not much,” she answered, completely distracted now. “About ten minutes.”

“Hmmm,” Jon said, and stroked Terri again.

“Jesus, are you trying to get us killed?” Terri asked, as the contact made her jump and jerk the wheel.

“Not at all, baby, unless you’re talking about the ‘little death’. That I am most definitely trying to do.” Jon slid close to Terri and looped an arm around the back of her seat. He reached down between her legs and rubbed her again.

Jon’s fingers found the button on her jeans, and worked it open. He lowered the zipper before Terri’s brain turned back on and she asked, “You aren’t serious?”

Jon smiled at Terri and leaned in to bite her neck softly. “Darlin’, there are two things I never kid about,” Jon said. “Making money and making love.” He slid his hand into her jeans, which was no easy feat since Terri liked to wear them tight. But he managed, and the feel of her slick skin made his cock jump to attention. Terri’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, but she didn’t say a word.

Jon took that as a personal challenge. He wiggled his hand back and forth, working Terri’s jeans open a little more, and slid a finger into her. He didn’t have the room to pump her so he flexed his finger, arching it to hit that spot that made Terri’s eyes pop.

“Oh God,” she said softly as her foot pressed the accelerator.

“Easy, baby,” Jon murmured. “You wouldn’t want to get pulled over now, would you?” He licked just under her ear and pressed his hand harder into her pants. Terri lifted her hips slightly, and Jon was able to slide a second finger into her. She shakily removed one hand from the steering wheel and wrapped it around the bulge in Jon’s jeans. He hissed.

“Turnabout’s fair play, baby,” Terri said, as she squeezed and stroked his straining erection.

“GodDAMN it how much longer?” he gritted.

“That depends on you, baby,” Terri said, her breathing becoming ragged, and her foot starting to press down again on the gas pedal. “Can you resist the feel of the friction?”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” he said between clenched teeth.

He was saved from having to explain himself by their arrival at Terri’s place. She gave him a final squeeze, and grabbed his wrist, turning to look at him. “I will not be fucked in my car like a teenager,” she said. She pulled his hand from her pants, and slid out of her seat.

“Coming, Jon?” she asked sweetly.

He let out a bark of laughter. “Not yet, Terri. Believe me, when I do, you’ll know it.”

“Gonna get all religious on me baby?” Terri asked as Jon joined her at the front door. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and pushed at her jeans, even as Terri was putting the key in the lock.

“I’d rather get all religious in you, but ‘on’ works if that’s what you want.” He pushed Terri through the door when she got it open, and slammed the door behind him. He then found himself slammed against the door as Terri pressed up against him and kissed him for all she was worth. She threaded her hands in his hair while he framed her face with his hands, and their tongues battled mightily with each other.

Terri broke the kiss and looked at Jon’s face. His eyes were dark with passion and his eyelids at half mast, heavy with lust. This was an image of him she wanted to have burned into her memory. She smiled a sly smile. “C’mon, Jon,” she said, taking his hand.

She led him to the bedroom, and they stopped by the bed. Slowly, they stripped each other, taking time to taste and tease every inch of skin they exposed. Terri ran her hands through the gray-tinged brown fur on his chest, groaning at the soft and silky feel of it. She found his hard nipples and scraped her fingernails across them before tracing the muscles of his abdomen. She unfastened his pants and shoved them down as far as she could before wrapping her warm hand around him. Jon kicked out of his shoes and pants and gently extricated himself from Terri’s grip. He knelt in front of her and pulled her jeans and panties down and off her legs.

As Jon rose to his feet, he trailed his fingertips lightly over Terri’s legs, making her quiver. As his mouth joined hers again, his hands greedily squeezing and stroking her breasts, Terri slid her hands down his back to cup his ass, groaning at the feel of those hard muscles.

“Damn, Jon,” she said, tearing her mouth from his.

“Shut up and kiss me again,” he said roughly, pulling her mouth to his. Terri turned them so Jon’s back was to the bed, and shoved, sending him flying backwards. She crawled up over him, and stretched out on top of him. Jon wrapped Terri in his arms and rolled them so he was positioned between her legs. He braced himself on his elbows and swore. “Don’t move a muscle,” he admonished, kissing the end of her nose. He sprang from the bed and snagged his jeans, digging for his wallet. “Shit,” he muttered, then turned sheepishly toward Terri. “Uh, baby, I don’t have -- ”

Terri cut him off. “Bedside drawer, baby, and hurry the fuck up.”

Jon laughed and pulled what he needed from the drawer. Sheathing himself, he pressed slowly into Terri’s wet heat, slowly, torturously, until she hooked a leg around his hips and pulled him into her fully.

“Awwww, fuck that’s good,” she moaned, her head lolling to one side.

Jon intended on stroking her slowly, but he couldn’t. Once he was buried inside her, he couldn’t hold back. He pulled out almost completely, then slammed home, making Terri scream. Again and again he pounded her, until her cries were growing hoarse, and her eyes rolled back. Jon smiled when he saw her whole body did indeed flush pink when she was aroused, and the sight of her writhing beneath him, coupled with the feeling of being gripped by her, pushed him over the edge.

“Oh God,” he called as he emptied inside her.

Terri wrapped her legs and arms around him and held him close as their tremors subsided and their breathing returned to normal. Jon gently rolled off Terri and gathered her close to his chest. She lay there, listening to his heartbeat and playing with the hair on his chest.

Jon kissed Terri’s temple and hugged her close. Terri placed a kiss over Jon’s heart and sighed contentedly. They lay there, each lost in his own thoughts, until their breathing slowed, and eventually, they drifted off to sleep.