Is It?

Chapter 7

"Yep" Was Jonathan's response he popped a fry into his mouth. The two of you watched the wildly gesturing Rek and Kay on the other side of the door.

The afternoon had gone pretty smooth after that. Rek and Kay disappeared after his promise to catch up with the two of you later.

After finishing lunch Jonathan took you to the boardwalk. You sat and people watched, did a bit of bumper cars and stopped at a few booths along the way. Hours and a rather large giraffe plushy later you two headed home.

Again you were reminded of how easy it was to be with him. You noticed it while the two of you sat next to each other on the couch watching something on Netflix. His arm was around your shoulder, your head on his and your legs draped across his lap. Content.

You must have dozed off at some point because Jonathan was currently gently shaking your shoulder. "Babe," He said softly into your hair "babe c'mon. Let's go to bed."

That was the last thing you remembered before crawling into bed and falling back into a dreamless sleep. You weren't sure of the time now, judging from the pinkish light streaming in between the blinds it was very early.

You sighed and burrowed further into the covers and the warm presence next to you. You rolled over to face him and were met with a pair of very sleepy brown eyes. Jonathan gave you a slow smile. His bed-mussed hair, sleepy smile and displayed tattoos were an odd but perfect combination of adorable, you couldn't resist the urge to kiss him.

It was as sweet as his smile had been and he returned it just as gently as you'd given it. Soft, sweet pecks turned deep, your hands in his hair and him laying between your legs hands on your neck.

Jonathan's hand ghosted up and pushed your bonnet back until your hair beneath it was exposed. He stared down at you while his hands ghosted into your locks. "Beautiful" he said quietly in the hushed air between you. It was the look of near awe on his face that let you know he meant it.

He didn't give you time to respond, the next instance his mouth was on your neck delivering teasing nips. Your eyes closed in response and your hands moved his hair to explore his shoulders and back. The moan he drew from you when your earlobe was sucked between his teeth confirmed for both of you that this wasn't just going to be an intense bout of kissing. It was in the instinctual way you rolled your hips upwards, and in the heat you felt pressing against your core from his hardening length.

It didn't take the two of you long to rid each other of your bed clothes. His dark head traveled down your body. Stopping first at your breast, taking each into his mouth until he was satisfied that the hardened peaks had enough attention. Your hands busied themselves learning just how he liked to be touched. You were satisfied that you'd figured it out from the soft shudder of his body when your hand rolled up his shaft and gave the tip a small squeeze.

He'd pulled your hands away and gave you a scolding and teasing gaze as he slid further down you. Kissing and nipping were two things he seemed to like to do, you noted as he placed more along your inner thigh. You were fighting the urge to squirm as he neared your core. Months of anticipation and fantasizing were finally coming to what you hoped was a mutually satisfying end.

You raised your head high enough to watch his head dip between the widened 'v' of your legs. You inhaled deeply and your eyes closed as the warmth of his tongue slid across your sensitive pearl.

Jonathan proved that he wasn't just rapping about his expertise. Within minutes, he had your hips rolling, a hand buried in his hair and your back arching off the bed. Your free hand had a vice grip on your pillow and you could feel that beautiful abyss closing in on you, when he stopped.

There was no chance you could hold in the high pitched whine of disappointment and confusion. His deep chuckle was your first indication that it had been no accident or some distracting noise that made him stop.

"Oh no, I want to feel you around me when you cum." He said while reaching over you and fumbling in the drawer of the night stand. It was followed by the sound of a package opening, then him lining himself up with you.

He hissed slightly while eased into you, stretching you in the most delicious way. There was no moment of hesitation. Just a breath of a second before he began to move. In and out. In and out. The pace he set was neither quick or slow.

There was some primal joy in hearing a man moan and grunt. Especially, when that man had a firm grip on your hip and was angling himself so that you both could watch him dis and reappear within you. The alternating but not patterned thrusts and grinding motions he was delivering had you matching him moan for delicious moan.

The angling he'd previously been doing changed until you realized he was moving so that your positions were swapped. This time you needed a moment to adjust. Your core was extremely sensitive and he fit perfectly, long and thick enough for you to feel that stretch. Nothing moved for a moment but your chests as you both relished the feel of each other again.

From this angle you could see why he said you looked beautiful. The soft light from the early morning cast a glow in the room that only added to his coloring, highlight the inky blackness of his hair and warming his eyes from their false black to the true deep amber. Yes, Jonathan was fine but like this he was...beautiful.

With his hands back in their former position of gripping your hips and yours locked on his forearms you found your rhythm again. The new angle added a different sensation and had him directly hitting that spot, further slickening your walls. He angled up while your arched down and worked each other towards that euphoria.

You knew he was just as close as you were when his grip tightening and he urged you to grind down on him. You gave into the extra stimulation he craved which in the end worked towards your benefit. Just one more roll of your hips. One more thrust from him. The final deep, throaty moan from him sent you into that quiet stillness before the waves of ecstacy crashed over you. Your hips bucked and you fiercely road out your orgasm barely registering the appreciative and encouraging moaning curses Jonathan let out.

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It was a couple hours later that you stirred again. The sound of your phone ringing bringing you back to the conscious world. You answered with a sleep roughened voice and a groggy: "Hello?"

"Damn, girl you still sleep? It's like what 11 am there now?" The voice of your roommate responded on the other end.

You slid from beneath Jonathan's arm and moved to sit up. "Hold on" You said in to the phone and moved to leave the bedroom not wanting to wake him up.

You movements were a little slower than expected caused by the dull but not painful ache between your legs. Finally settled on the couch and free to speak up you caught up with your roommate. It didn't take long for her to get to the crux of why she was really calling.

"Okay, I've played polite and classy long enough. I'm happy the hunt for an office is going well but you know why I called. How are things going with him?" She said using the tone that made it clear she was after the tea.

You sighed happily and earned a. "Mmhmm", from the other end of the conversation.

Laughingly you answered with a telling and drawn out "Giiirrl." Your roommate of course laughed after that. "Sparring you too many details let's just say it's going very well." You continued and emphasized the last two words.

After another bout of laughter she asked you, "So, is this what you really want?"

You leaned back on the couch and took in your surroundings and paused. The last few days had been great but the were only added to the feelings that had been growing between you and Jonathan for months. You considered how you were with him and how he made you feel.

So, it was no surprise when you answered with a happy smile on your face. "Yes, it is."