A Famous Affair

A Famous Affair chapter 19

Helena has been like a breath of fresh air around the place. In the couple of days that she has graced us with her wonderful presence, she has helped us to forget all about the negative press, if only for a little while.

Both Jonny and I are a little sad to see her return to Devon.

She takes me in her arms, without hesitation, giving me an affectionate cuddle. "So, I will see you both soon?" Helena quietly asks me. I nod a solemn yes. She quickly hugs me again before turning to Jonny.

He wraps his arms around her and they both rhythmically rock in their sweet embrace. "We are going to have a Christmas party, Mum . . . will you join us?" Jonny asks.

"Of course I will, that sounds wonderful," she says.

I step forward to say one last goodbye. "Take care, Helena. I have loved getting to know you and I look forward to our gin and tonic together." I smile, kissing her softly matured cheek.

"Oh, me too Jessica. Look after one another. I'll see you soon."

"Love you, Mum." Jonny kisses his mother affectionately.

"You too Jonny, bye now." She strokes his face and then nods sweetly at Simon, who picks up her small suitcase and is ready to drive her back home. Standing there together, we watch his mum disappear into the lift.

I see the light in Jonny's eyes fade a little. "You okay?" I ask.

He looks at me sideways with a faint smile pulling at his mouth. "Of course I am, I always miss the old girl when she goes."

I swat his arm. "Don't let her hear you calling her an old girl; she'll string you up by your balls," I laugh.

Jonny takes my hand, pulling me into him as a mischievous grin appears all over his charming face. "That she would." He places a featherlight kiss to my wanting lips. "Talking of balls . . . mine are turning blue, Dimples. They are missing you desperately."

I smirk at his pleading expression. "You have a one track mind, Mr. Riley."

Jonny squeezes my body. "All I need is a certain lady's pair of pleasure inducing hands."

"That bad, huh?"

Taking my face into his commanding palms, he answers, "You have no fucking idea!" His lips collide into mine. His tongue pushes into my mouth, taking complete control of our hungry, unsatisfied kiss. In his hold, he pulls me into the reception room, slamming the door hard. He is breathless with dark desire clouding his eyes. I can't let myself go. As much as I need him and sure as hell want him; my body is not yet ready. This is purely for Jonny. This is to satisfy only him.

"I want you so bad, Jessica. I've missed this!" His lips graze my neck; I feel his erection against me, begging for some attention. I quickly undo his jeans, reaching inside his boxers, to free him. As soon as I take his rigid cock into my hands, he shudders. "Fuck! I'd forgotten how good your touch is." I smirk at his response.

I have the most beautiful man in the world, literally, a quivering wreck within my hold. It makes me feel dominant, aroused and sexy as hell. I turn my hand into a better position. I grip him firmly, working his steely length between my masterful palms. With each stroke, I feel him unravel more and more. He has needed this for so long. Our chemistry is so explosive that not being able to have sex has been torturous. For me, to be here now, giving him the best hand job of his entire fucking life leaves him crumbling beside me. My hand motions get quicker and tighter. The more I feel Jonny losing himself to me, the faster I go. My free hand cups his firm and nearing explosive balls.

Jonny can barely stand. His parted lips have incoherent low growls coming from them, as I continue to hand fuck him as hard as I can. Part of me wants him to rip off all my clothes and fuck me right here and now, up against the door.