Chapter 149 - Wine Tasting

“Oh… what?” Cate breathed. Her voice still held a slight quiver, matching the fluttery feeling in her stomach. Jon’s kiss had left her breathless.

Jon chuckled throatily, a whiskeyed rumble. Without answering he slowly turned Cate around, backing her away from the sink and toward the middle of the kitchen, kissing her as he guided her movement. She let out a soft gasp of surprise when her buttocks bumped against the edge of the kitchen island.

“I think we’re fine right here…” Jon observed silkily, a smirk curling the corners of his mouth. His hands slipped down over her hips, to the backs of her thighs, as his lips brushed her cheek. In a swift, powerful motion Jon lifted Cate from her feet and sat her on the edge of the island. She squeaked at the shock of the cold granite countertop under her bare behind.

Jon chortled sexily, stepping up between Cate’s thighs and leaning against the counter’s edge. He could feel the chill of the stone against his erection, through the worn denim of his Levis. But it was no match for the heat of his arousal. He grinned at her. “Who needs a bed?”

Cate ruffled her fingers through the back of Jon’s hair, enchanted by the sparkle in his indigo eyes. “I guess we don’t…” she whispered in agreement.

“Not right now, anyway.” Jon leaned into Cate, his lips capturing hers. He kissed her with rising passion, pushing forward eagerly and causing her to brace her hands behind her on the counter as she leaned backward.

Cate gasped out a little chuckle as their mouths parted. “Wow… somebody’s a little excited,” she teased breathlessly. Her nervousness was slowly being overcome by her increasing libido, the heated flush of imminent sex focusing her attention on the stunningly beautiful man before her.

“Maybe,” Jon purred coyly. He pulled his face back from hers just enough to give her a little wink. Bracing his hands against the countertop on either side of Cate’s hips, Jon suddenly made a swift, catlike leap onto the counter, nudging his knee between her thighs and leaning forward over her with a naughty smirk.

Cate slithered backward to make room for him, until she found herself reclining in the middle of the big rectangular island. Again Jon’s lips found hers as he crawled forward over Cate, his torso sliding against her chest and pressing her to lay back on the countertop.

Cate could only whimper and slide her arms around Jon’s sides as he settled on top of her, careful to support himself on his forearms so as not to crush her. Heat was practically pulsing off of his body, warming the cool granite and fueling Cate’s desire.

Her fingers raked gently down Jon’s bare back to the waist of his jeans before following the denim band around his sides. She inched her fingers along his heated skin until her movement was blocked by her own flesh, pressed firmly under his as he lay on top of her. “Jon…” she whispered against his lips, nudging his waist with her hands, prompting him to move so she could reach his fly.

“What’s the hurry, Baby?” Jon murmured with a smirk as he slipped his lips along her cheek to trace the line of her jaw. “You got somewhere else to be?”

“No….” Cate breathed. God knows she didn’t want to be anywhere else but right here, right now, with this intoxicating man on top of her.

Jon chuckled, shifting his weight to his left hip and arm so that he lay beside her. He curled his right leg over hers, the soft denim of his jeans whispering against her skin as his groin pressed to her hip.

Continuing to nibble and kiss his way down the side of Cate’s neck, his right hand slipped to the top of her thigh. With smooth fingertips he traced a lazy circle on her warm flesh before trailing his touch upward, inching up the jersey’s hem with the movement.

Cate moaned softly at the exquisite feel of Jon’s soft lips on her neck. She tipped her head back against the cold stone surface, her neck and back arching slightly with the movement. A blissful smile curled her lips as her eyes drifted closed. “Mmmmm….” she hummed.

The butterflies in her stomach were quieting, wilting under the fire that was simmering in her womb as Jon’s touch inched agonizingly upward. Her nipples ached, pebbled against the slick nylon of the jersey that blanketed them. Between the chill of the granite under her back and the heat of Jon’s lips descending to their plane, their points were so hard she was sure they could cut glass.

Jon rumbled a little chuckle deep in his chest in response to Cate’s breathy moan. She was beginning to relax, even as her body tensed with arousal. He gave a little self-satisfied smirk as he slipped his lips over the notch at the base of Cate’s throat, into the tanned vee of soft skin revealed by the neck of her jersey. He loved evoking that sexy, sultry sound from her. She was his favorite instrument to play.

“Jon…” Cate whispered on a sigh as his hand crept higher, sliding the jersey’s hem up to expose her navel and the flesh below. “Ohhh… Jonny…”

Jon grinned and raised his lips from her neck. He couldn’t resist a downward glance to see what he had uncovered. He let out his own little groan at the sight of his hand gliding over Cate’s flat stomach, his fingertips worrying the small silver ring at her navel before traveling over to trace the faded tattoo on the point of her hip. He felt his cock throb in response as his glance slid over the smooth stretch of private skin to the tiny strip of downy fur between her thighs. He reflexively pushed his crotch a little more firmly against her hip.

Reminding himself to take it easy, Jon dragged his gaze back upward to Cate’s face. She had opened her eyes and was watching him silently, her lips full and shiny and parted sexily as she panted silent shallow breaths. “You look good enough to eat,” he growled playfully.

“We are in the kitchen,” Cate replied breathlessly. Jon’s growly chuckle in response sent a charge straight to her core.

“That we are.” He shimmied slightly, sliding down Cate’s body until he could reach her abdomen with his lips. Cate sucked in her stomach at the tickle of his mouth brushing over her navel, then his tongue flicking at her piercing. “Mmmmm….” he hummed, raising his face to give her a grin. “Delicious.”

Cate responded with a little whimper, wanting desperately for Jon to resume his tasting, praying he would move his lips further down her abdomen to smother the wet fire between her legs. She almost cursed when instead he slid back to his original position, hip-to-hip with her on the island.

Reading her expression, Jon smirked. He was enjoying drawing out this tease. Cate had obviously forgotten all about her nervousness. “Want some wine?” he murmured in her ear, accenting his question with a nibble at her lobe.

“Yeah…” Cate gasped, her exasperation evident in the force of her breath. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, panting. “I’ll get it.”

“Baby, I can…” Jon stopped his sentence as Cate abruptly sat up and swung her legs over the side of the island. Her bare flesh made a little squeak against the granite, making him stifle a chuckle. He watched her hair swing in front of his gaze as she hopped down to the floor and stepped over to the counter, reaching for her wine glass. The bottom of her Soul jersey again drifted down to cover her shapely ass.

Jon grinned at her frustration as Cate took a gulp of her wine before pulling the bottle from the iced cooler. She tipped the bottle to empty the remainder of the golden liquid into her glass, then set the bottle on the counter. Shifting from his hip to his ass on the counter, Jon blew out his own long breath as he leaned back on his elbows.

Jon’s bare chest glistened with a light slick of sweat as his lower back curved to contact the cool granite beneath him. It felt good. Jon glanced down at his fly, half-surprised to see his cock still contained by the supple denim. He sure as hell felt like he was about to burst through the fabric.

Cate turned to face him, holding her glass. Her eyes also went immediately to his crotch, her pupils dilating slightly at the sight of the ample bulge beneath his zipper. A little smile curved her lips at the recognition of his desire. Her eyes flicked up to Jon’s face. “You want some wine too?” she purred softly.

“I could have some wine right now,” he grinned seductively.

Cate strolled toward him, swirling the Conundrum in her glass. “Me first,” she breathed. Jon’s eyes widened as Cate extended the hand holding her wine glass over his torso, then slowly dribbled a stream of golden nectar into his chest hair. Jon sucked in a sharp breath at the chilly liquid’s contact, then groaned as he felt it slide down his torso.

“Christ, Cate!” He gasped, then chortled. “You’re gonna get me all sticky.”

“Yeah, I am,” she agreed in a sultry purr. “But not with wine.” Withdrawing the glass, she lowered her head toward Jon’s chest, extending her tongue. Jon groaned and sank back onto the island, fully reclining and dropping his arms to his sides in surrender as Cate’s mouth contacted his flesh. He breathed heavily as she lapped and sucked at his skin, licking away the wine that mingled with the salty, musky taste of his sweat.

Cate tugged lightly at Jon’s chest hair with her teeth before nibbling her way down the ridge of his abdomen to his navel. After circling its rim with her tongue, she raised her face from his skin to take another sip from her glass. Then she lowered her lips to his stomach again, sucking hard at his navel and drilling into it with the tip of her tongue. She purred deep in her throat as she let her hand drop against his crotch, resting the foot of her wine glass squarely on his hard, denim-sheathed cock.

“Ahhhhhh…….” Jon groaned, raising his arms to run his hands through the front of his now-sweaty mop of hair. “Jesus, Cate….” He sighed as he felt her mouth move back upward, drifting to his right to suck at the ridges of his six-pack before trailing up the hard curve of his pec. He sucked in another sharp breath and reflexively jumped as her teeth scraped across his nipple.

“Mmmm….. this is a nice vintage on you,” Cate growled teasingly. Notes of peach, honey, musk, and sex.”

Jon chortled huskily at her assessment. “I bet it tastes just as good on you.”

“Probably. But you’re not gonna find out right now,” Cate murmured silkily, slipping her lips along his collarbone to his shoulder. With a gentle nip over a freckle she raised her face to smirk at him. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Oh yeah?” Jon breathed. “Main course?”

“Maybe,” Cate purred coyly. Reaching to set her wine glass on the nearest counter, she stepped down to the end of the island. She settled between Jon’s knees as his legs hung down off the edge of the countertop. Placing a hand on each knee, she slowly slid her hands up over the soft denim toward his crotch.

Pressing firmly as her hands traveled up over his surging cock, Cate reached his waist. Her fingers curled as she worked the button through the hole then pushed down the zipper, tooth by tooth, savoring the ripping sound of his jeans opening.

Jon whimpered huskily at the brush of her fingers over the velvety steel of his shaft. Cate nudged aside the two halves of his fly, exposing his dick to the cool air. Her eyes met his and she naughtily licked her lips, causing his member to jump in response.

She dropped her head slightly, still watching his expression and smirking wickedly. Cate opened her mouth wide, her lips forming a shiny “O” hovering inches from Jon’s throbbing head.

“Yeah, Baby…. Jon rasped, struggling to keep his head up and his eyes open. He was about to burst with anticipation.

Cate smiled and took a step back, away from the counter and Jon’s thighs. “Patience, Baby,” she purred.