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He had little doubt it would blow
with the merest whisper of contact. No complaints from him. He’d
bide his time before he stripped her naked and indulged every
stroke over her flesh, like he’d dreamed of doing.

Was the red makeup flavored? Jon
couldn’t remember what Matt said about the time he’d enjoyed Saki’s
painted nipples, but he was curious about them. Why was the red not
smudging her white blouse? Would it come off on his mouth? Maybe it
had to be rubbed off or possibly cleaned with a special
solution.

There were many questions about the
red tips running through his head. They were busting to get out and
mollify his curiosity. When she returned he’d let her know he’d
seen them and go from there. No way would he let her get away with
taking such a step without saying something.

During his turn at the grill, he
finally found his chance to say something. She came up as he turned
the asparagus stalks.

“Those tips are all mine,” he
claimed. “To paint them red is like waving a flag in front of a
bull. I must warn you, taunting the beast could lead to more than
you bargained for.” He didn’t want to scare her, but it was the
truth. The desire he’d tamed earlier resurfaced, ready to explode.
He needed to get his hands and mouth on her, and drive his cock in
and out of her sweet body. A warning was the best he could
offer.

“Are you the bull?” Molly laughed,
but stopped once she looked at him and realized how serious he
was.

“Absolutely, flower. You’d best
prepare yourself. I intend to claim you, those beautifully enticing
nipples, and much more of your delicious body.”

“Oh my,” she whispered in surprise.
Fine, he might’ve shocked her with the level of his need, but at
least she understood his position. There’d be no games. Normally he
had no patience for them, but he had been willing to take things
slow for her sake. Not now, not after she gave him a hint of red
tips.

“There is a way for you to appease
me,” he told her. The wicked side of his personality pushed forward
to get something more.

“Anything,” she offered with wide
blue eyes. He couldn’t tell if she knew what was coming and wanted
it or if she actually wanted to soothe his raging need. Either way,
Jon was about to find out.

“Unbutton your blouse and show me
the painted nipples.” Her surprised gasp told him it was the latter
and he should’ve known. Molly was innocent and he liked that about
her. It didn’t mean he would ignore his kinky needs and not push
his chances with her. At least, he wouldn’t until she balked and
said no.

“Someone might see,” she whispered
and looked around to see where their friends were.

“Fuck it! All the reason you need
is I’ve asked. Nothing else should be important to you. So, is
it?”

Weren’t he and his needs more
important than any form of modesty?

With big eyes, parted lips, and a
flush painting her cheeks, Molly slowly unbuttoned her blouse and
pulled the edges apart.

Jon kept his eyes connected with
hers and was awed, no, proud the woman before him would soon be
his. She may not know the term for what happened, but he knew she
had shown she had submissive tendencies. It pleased him, and his
cock throbbed with a need stronger than he’d ever
experienced.

Without looking down, he reached
out with one hand and softly stroked one nipple, then the other.
They were already hard, but he was pleased to feel them both
tighten further. He pinched a tip and tugged until her eyes started
to drift closed.

Fuck, how was he going to wait a
second longer to have her?

Putting the grilling tongs down, he
leaned over and circled a nipple with his tongue as he twirled the
other with his fingers. When her breathing deepened, he bit the nub
gently and tugged as he pinched the other nipple.

She groaned and her chest pushed
out against him. Right then, he was sure—no, he knew—she’d be his
before the sun rose on another day.

Releasing both breasts, he placed
his lips against hers and kissed her softly. There were no tongues.
Their lips were touching as they breathed each other in.

“Veggies are ready,” he said as he
placed his hands over hers and closed her blouse. While buttoning
it up, he told her what to expect. “We’ll eat, then leave for my
house.”

“Okay,” she eventually told him
with a quivering voice.

“You’re going to climax tonight,
Molly.”

“Yes, yes, fine,” she agreed on a
whisper as she picked up the plate filled with grilled
veggies.

“Wait.” He reached for a wedge of
lemon and squeezed it over the asparagus. Smiling at her, Jon was
momentarily caught by her beauty. She was the woman for him. The
passion bouncing between them was big and open to go wherever they
wanted.

With her hands occupied holding the
dish, he again pinched both nipples and twisted until her lips
opened in a delightful ‘o’.

“Later,” he told her with a tug and
let them go. When he realized her feet were locked in place, he
took the dish from her and put his other arm around her shoulder.
Leading her into the house, he laughed. Happiness was a frisky
woman at his side, a hard-on in his pants, and time to enjoy it
all. He had what he wanted and then some.

“We’re ready,” he called out and
placed the plate on the table. With a bussing type of kiss, he then
helped her sit down before he sat at her side. “Let’s eat,” Jon
said to no one in specific, but then turned to her and quietly
said, “…then it’s on to the pleasure course.”

Dinner was delicious. They liked
their friends and spending time with them, but it was time to
go.

“We’re going for a walk, then to my
place. Good night,” Jon announced to the room at large. He stood up
and held a hand out for her to take. There was little doubt she’d
take it. After she stood, Molly collected her sweater from where it
was draped over the back of the couch.

“Thank you for a wonderful dinner.
Good night, everyone,” she calmly stated as she made her way toward
the front door. Jon was there and they left immediately. All in
all, it took mere seconds for them to leave. They weren’t in a
hurry to get anywhere, but Molly figured they both wanted to be
alone with each other.

Things had taken a wicked turn
while he grilled, and they hadn’t forgotten any of it. In fact,
dinner had been almost uncomfortable. She knew her nipples were
pebble hard from the moment she’d shown them to him, and an
insistent throbbing in her pussy followed. She only wanted one
thing: to be with him, naked and in his arms.

They made their way down the path
and eventually took a dirt road to the right. The pace wasn’t fast,
although there was a purpose with each step. He draped his arm
along her shoulder and she had one around his waist. Contentment
spread through her, but she was still thinking about what would
happen later.

Sex.

Yes, she wanted them to get
physical, and enjoy each other’s bodies. Of course she wanted to
orgasm and she definitely expected him to come. Shoot, no matter
how she put it, she wanted them to have sex.

She wondered whether she should
tell him about her tattoo or wait to see if he noticed it, then
tell him the minimal amount of details.

Arriving at what had been labeled
in her mind as their spot, Molly took a deep breath and absorbed
the beauty stretching out before her. Montana. On a small ledge,
with trees at their back, the clearing before her was brightened by
the bright moon. The space was open and fresh, full of rolling
hills, trees, and cows.

This was not England, Japan, or
anywhere else in the world she’d visited. The land was unique,
beautiful and she loved being here.

Jon moved to stand behind her,
wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on the top
of her head. Happy to be there and in his arms, she shifted a hand
until it rested on his thigh.

Closing her eyes, she inhaled the
fresh air and knew she wouldn’t want to be anyplace
else.

She hadn’t realized how breathing
deeply pushed her breasts out further. It was not an intentional
move, but the results were magnificent.

His hands opened and gently cupped
her large mounds.

There was no way she could hold in
the moan of pleasure produced from his touch. There was no reason
to, either. She wanted him to hear her desire and do with it
whatever he wanted. She’d learned this earlier at the grill. She
wanted to be his plaything. She would do what he asked and be
rewarded. Had she not been excited to new heights by opening her
blouse to him and the night?

Big strong thumbs stretched up and
strummed her hard tips. A hard rod poked a bit above her backside
and she knew what he wanted. Her. She dropped her sweater and held
onto his other leg. They had a connection and she wasn’t letting go
for anything.

“Shall we go to my
place?”

“I’d like that,” she relaxed
further into his embrace.

All sorts of naughty ideas raced
through her head, but she’d leave the specifics up to him. There
were no doubts he’d go to great lengths to please her. Eager to get
started, she turned her head and smiled up at him.

“I want you to go without a bra as
much as possible. They bounce and sway beneath your blouse, keeping
your nipples hard and excited as they brush against the fabric.
They are treasured morsels,” he confided as he pinched the hard
tips over and over again. He plucked them, encouraged them to stand
out even firmer. “I will never grow tired of playing with your
breasts.”

“When I can, I’ll leave the garment
off, although you can always take it off for me.”

“Now there’s a solution I like the
sound of,” Jon laughed as he spoke, and she had a feeling she’d
handed over the keys to the castle. It didn’t matter because she’d
never do something she didn’t want to do, no matter how sweetly he
asked.

He bent down to pick up her
sweater, then held out his hand. She took it and they walked back
along the dirt road to the main one stretching down until it ended
at his house. Molly had seen it before, but had never been
inside.

A tidy front yard with a few bushes
surrounded a basic log cabin. She could see a few lights on inside,
and it was enough. He opened the front door wide and she walked in,
ready for whatever this new phase brought her way.

The living room was full of leather
and looked comfortable. Jon showed her around; the cabin was much
larger than how it had looked from the outside. Besides the living
room, there was a chef’s kitchen full of all the latest gadgets and
a stunning screened-in back porch. All the fireplaces set up to
heat the place caught her attention. It must mean lots of chopping,
but his plot of land seemed to have loads of trees.

After peeking into one bedroom, the
next one they went into had to be the master, or at least the size
claimed it to be. The house was obviously his, but his personality
was strongest in this room. The colors and textures were all him. A
leather chair, crisp white sheets, and a stunning leather and
shearing blanket covered a bed. The bed itself was uniquely
constructed with four sturdy and tall trunks at the corners and
branches of wood running between the posts.

“What a beautiful bed, and very
you,” she said as she released his hand and walked over to run her
hand from post to post.

“Me?” he asked as he moved close
behind her.

“Oh yes, it’s full of strength,
power, and comes straight from nature. I think all of it is
unequivocally you,” she shared.

Jon moved behind her and kissed her
neck as he reached around to unbutton her blouse. She breathed
deeply, quickly, and eagerly while she waited for him to finally
touch her flesh. She wanted to feel his flesh coasting across hers.
Wishing there was nothing between them had her pushing her skirt
off and stepping out of her shoes.

Gooseflesh swiftly spread across
her body as he pulled off her blouse. Molly tried to turn around to
help take his clothes from him, but he held her fast. The tattoo.
She’d forgotten about it and hated to mar a moment of their time
together by talking about him.

“Your father?”

“No!” She couldn’t get the denial
out fast enough and was sure Jon noticed she was getting tense. She
wanted to move on from the subject, only couldn’t. He wanted to
know who she’d had permanently inked on her back and couldn’t fault
him. She’d wanted to tell him, just not yet. Molly hadn’t wanted
that man to intrude in any way on their special time
together.

“He must be someone important to
you,” he told her as he wrapped his arms around her and held her
close.

“Was! Was important, but hasn’t
been for more than five years.” She wanted to confide in him,
although right then she wanted his passion more than his
compassion.

Turning around to face him, she was
naked except for the tattoo, and a thread of shame started to wind
around her. No, he—another man, the one who had been her
coach—should be ashamed, not her. Molly reminded herself who Jon
was as she looked into his eyes and made her request.