Turbulence/ Jon Snow (2)

8. The Way You Feel

They kissed for as long as they could, until it's not enough.

"I need to get you alone." Jon told her. Rieka nodded pulling him to her chambers.

She was quick to close the door behind them and he pulled her to him, tripping over clothes and shoes thrown around the room, they landed on the floor. Rieka would have gotten up but Jon dragged Rieka's panties down her legs as far as they'll go with her on her knees. He tastes like winter berries and smells like a mix of citrus and leather. They were doing this here and now, there was no waiting, there was no getting to the bed.

Sliding the strap of her dress to the side, he freed her breast, squeezing it, kissing it, teasing her nipple with his teeth. Rieka's brain misfired, thinking of things it shouldn't think about right now, like the morbid curiosity of wondering if he's missed the feel of a woman's breasts in his hands, in his mouth or if he had been with others and Bran was lying to protect her.

Rieka didnt want to think about that. Claiming his hair with her hands, she forced his face to hers, demanding he kiss her mouth again. It settled the chaos in her head—but only temporarily. Jon laid her down, discarding her panties and kneeling between her legs. His fingers work to unbutton his pants, and Rieka saw it in his eyes. She saw it because she was definitely thinking it too.

They were thinking about Ned. What would he think? Would he approve? Is he somewhere watching them? Jon paused, and she felt it ... she was losing him. It had been too long and he was sworn to new vows and now she was never going to get him again. He's not going to cross this line with her again, and there's nothing she could do but lie here exposed, completely vulnerable with her chest wide open—no protection from his rejection of her.

And she was not even mad because she loved their father and wouldnt want to upset him either. Ned Stark was unforgettable which unfortunately made Jon unattainable.

At least ... his heart will always be mine Rieka thought as she rolled her head to the side, to hide her emotions, he slid his hands along her inner thighs, bringing her attention back to him.

"Do you want me to stop?" He knew the answer. He knew Rieka completely lost herself in him. Does he want an honest answer? Or is he asking her to save him? Because she wouldnt. She wanted this. She needed this.

Do you want me to stop?

"No," Rieka whispered. Gripping the top of his unbuttoned pants, Jon pushed them down his hips just enough to free himself. He covered her body with his and kissed her with renewed vigor. Her knees drew to her chest as he filled her, so warm, so mind-blowing because in all the years that had passed, she never really thought this would happen again.

Breathe. Hold on to her fucking heart because he's unknowingly attempting to destroy it. They moved with a manic desperation, like his whole body would crawl inside hers if it could. The slapping of skin, the sharp breaths and intoxicated moans and of course the deafening pounding of Rieka's heart. She dug one heel into his ass and the other heel into the back of his leg as if she could hold him to her forever.

Mine.

My Jon.

My man.

She lost control of her body, surrendering every last ounce of pleasure to him, she let her vision blur with slow, heavy blinks while melting into a bliss unlike anything she had ever felt. Jon stilled, cupping the back of her head like he's trying to protect it, protect her head because her heart was cracked wide open for him. Then he rolled them, kissing her as her hair fell around his face. She felt his lips curl into a smile against hers. And she did the same. Ghosting his hands up the back of her dress, he sat up, taking her with him, her legs straddling him as he stayed deep inside of her. And once again, they move together. They kissed. Her hands gripped his shirt as his framed her jaw.

Their kisses gain momentum and urgency. It's a pursuit of something. He's the predator, and Rieka Stark was the prey, willingly surrendering to the chase. She had been waiting for Jon and now she wanted Jon to catch her... Rieka wanted him to devour her.

"Rieka..." His hands fell to her hips, gripping her hard while burying his face into her neck. She grinded into him several more times until her back arched, until he jerks his hips while repeating her name like he's praying, pleading, begging ... Rieka ... Rieka... Rie-Rie-kaaa... before they stilled.

There's no space between them for reality to slide in and ruin the moment. Rieka would never regret this. She couldnt even if he was leaving again and it was a lie, she wouldnt regret this moment. He kissed her neck while one hand returns to her breast, lightly cupping it, his thumb tracing her nipple. It's gentle. It's intimate. It's a little heartbreaking. Jon lifted his head, his face hovering a breath from her, cheeks redden. The hint of a vulnerable smile bends his beautiful lips.

"I like how you feel ... right here ... inside of me," Rieka whispered, heat flaming her own cheeks while her hand snakes between them. She held her breath. And she thought he held his too.

"Yeah?" He sighed a tiny chuckle before dropping his forehead to her shoulder like he doesn't have the energy to hold his head up any longer. At the same time, his hand slips from her breast to her hip again.

"Yeah," Rieka murmured, ghosting her lips along his ear.

"I like ... this too. So fucking much." Jon agreed.

It's too much.

Rieka couldn't possibly construct a wall big enough to protect her heart if he left.