Redemption (Iris Series)

by Lynn, Rebecca

  She chuckled. “What can I do with 30 seconds?” she whispered around the tip, licking it softly with her tongue. She rested his cock on the side of her face, stroking it with the softness of her cheek and looked up at him.

  Without warning, she took him completely in her mouth and swallowed him whole, allowing him to feel the slick wet warmth of her mouth all around him while she squeezed at his balls gently.

  He groaned low and loud while she sucked and moved him in and out of her mouth. She hummed, allowing the vibrations to add to the experience. Her mouth was like a vice and since she had about 20 seconds left, she was planning on using every second.

  “Ayanna,” he said through gritted teeth. He was trying to breathe slowly through his nose, but eventually with about 10 seconds to go, he was huffing and puffing as if he’d been running for miles.

  She continued to suck, undulating her tongue up and down the length of his shaft while she worked him.

  “Enough. Enough, Ayanna,” he growled in frustration. “Lay down on your stomach.”

  She looked at him coyly and did as he asked. Once she was on her stomach, he crawled over her and straddled her legs.

  “You have a fucking gorgeous ass,” he said running his hand over her lower back. He leaned down and kissed each globe of her butt, taking light nibbles in between.

  She could feel herself floating again. Everything he did felt wonderful. She hummed with pleasure as she buried her face into the pillow.

  He kissed his way up her back, rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks.

  “Where’s the condom?” he murmured in her ear.

  “I thought you had it,” she teased with a smile over her shoulder.

  “Tease all you want, baby, but you’re about to get seriously fucked.”

  She wiggled her butt against him. “I hope so.”

  He rolled off of her and sat with his back against the headboard.

  “Straddle me, baby.”

  She pulled the wrapped condom from under the pillow with a flourish, and smiled like a magician’s assistant who just pulled the bunny out of the hat.

  “Allow me,” she said taking her sweet time. “Just lean back against the headboard. I got this,” she said without hurrying.

  “You have no idea how bad you’re about to get it. No idea,” he said with the beginning of a crazed gleam in his eye.

  “You keep promising,” she whispered, as she rolled the condom down his rock hard erection.

  As soon as it was on, he lifted her hips and plunged up into her with a yell.

  She yelled too, feeling impaled. He was so deep, even deeper than before, and she couldn’t control herself, already beginning to pump madly up and down his length. He stilled her almost immediately and held her down on his cock not allowing her to move but grinding up into her.

  “Not yet, sex goddess. You don’t get to move until I say,” he said, looking her dead in the eye.

  She closed her eyes and tried to control her urge to ride him long and hard.

  He leaned forward and took her earlobe between his teeth, and teased, “Whose domain is this again, baby?”

  She kept silent, fighting the war of frustration inside her and a moan escaped from the back of her throat.

  “Say it,” he whispered, running the skin of her lobe between his teeth.

  “Yours,” the word came out, sounding like a frustrated growl.

  He chuckled. “See how much easier it’s getting for you to understand that, Yan?” he said with light humor. “Open your eyes, baby.”

  She did, although she was still trying to control her movements.

  “That’s right,” he said with a smile. “Now put your hands on the headboard behind me above my shoulders. You’re about to get fucked good and proper, sweetheart, and you’ll need something to hold onto.”

  She did as he asked, feeling herself getting more and more excited.

  “Your gorgeous nipples are exactly where I want them,” he said, noting their close proximity to his mouth. “Don’t ride me or move until I tell you to, Yan.”

  “Whattaya gonna do to me if I do?” she purred.

  He raised an eyebrow, then snagged her gaze in his and let his hands skate up the sides of her ribcage not stopping until they were filled with her breasts. He grasped both nipples between his finger and thumb and slowly began applying pressure.

  Oh yeah, she thought. Johnny Be Good was oh so good. She could feel the cream from her sex making her even more receptive to his girth.

  “Maybe my sex goddess needs a spanking,” he said applying a little more pressure on her nipples.

  She mewled, not sure how much more stimulation she could take before moving. She was turned on beyond belief.

  He rolled her nipples in his tight grip. “Do you want to test me?” he asked, nipping at her lower lip.

  “Sorta,” she smiled against his mouth.

  “Why does that not surprise me?” he muttered dryly.

  “I’ll do what you want me to because I’m so seriously hot for you, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted you to fuck me as badly as I want you to fuck me right now,” she breathed out. “But maybe sometime in the future, you can exert some of that discipline on me. I definitely think if you’re the one doing the spanking, I might have to be a very. Bad. Girl,” she said, kissing him at the end of each word.

  One of his hands left her nipple to swat her on the behind. She squealed while he chuckled. It didn’t hurt so much as surprise her, but the tingle of the residual heat caused her to move instinctively. His hand stayed there to still her and the other continued to hold her nipple.

  “You are a bad girl,” he said, his hand leaving her behind and reaching to the nightstand for the vibrator and the K-Y he took out. He had a small towel too, and told her to press her front onto him so he could do some things behind her back. While he was working on whatever he was working on, she could feel him getting bigger and harder inside her, so she took advantage and clenched her inner muscles around him.

  “You are seriously gonna get it,” he muttered, just as she began kissing his neck.

  Before she could respond, she heard B.O.B. get switched on behind her back and wondered what Jon was going to do with it.

  Then she felt him pull her ass cheeks gently apart and rest the now slick and lubed up length of the pulsating dildo between her cheeks. When he let go, her butt cheeks naturally gripped around the vibrator keeping it in place.

  Her head dropped back as an “oh” escaped her lips, and the pulsations jumping all around the rosebud of her ass caused her to moan.

  She’d been with a couple of guys who wanted to have anal sex with her and she had adamantly said no, taking charge of the situation immediately. She had many acquaintances who did, but it seemed too intimate for her. This, however…this was an incredible feeling, and she could feel the building pressure inside of her as her body screamed to move along his shaft.

  He moved both hands to her hips, using them to keep her ass cheeks closed over the vibrations.

  “How does that feel?” he breathed into her ear.

  “Incredible,” she moaned.

  With that, he began to slowly slide her up and down on his cock.

  “Fuck, Ayanna,” he said, looking like the vibrations were doing it for him too. “Ride me, babe. Nice and slow.”

  He let his hands go back to her ass. Using the headboard as leverage, she lifted herself up, then down onto his cock. Up and down. Up and down.

  He helped her move, both of them slowly grinding into each other. He’d lift her then bring her back down onto him all while the vibrations shimmied around her ass where they were connected.

  Her skin felt hot everywhere and the sensations continued to build as she pumped a little faster.

  “You want faster, babe?”

  His hand moved off of her ass and reached back behind her.

  In the next second, the vibrator was switched onto high and she let out a gasp, starting to pump even harder.


  He stilled her and smiled. “Not yet, babe. Feel it.”

  She was still gasping, gripping the headboard. The vibrations were moving so fast against her ass that she couldn’t concentrate, feeling like she was going to come at any moment.

  He leaned forward to her ear and whispered, “Are you ready to get fucked now, Ayanna?”

  He didn’t wait for her response, but grabbed her ass, lifted her and slammed her down onto him.

  “Hold on, baby,” he groaned.

  She did, just as she felt a scream start low in her chest. He wouldn’t stop pounding into her over and over, his hands gripping her and not allowing her to control the movements. Her nipples were chafing against his chest hair, her head was back and still she held on for dear life, her fingers gripping into the headboard.

  “Jon!” she moaned and gasped.

  “Come on. Come for me,” he growled, fucking her to within an inch of her life.

  The vibrations were running through her while his cock continued slamming into her. Between that and the stimulation of her nipples on his chest, along with his words and hands, he tipped her over the edge as she screamed and began coming, feeling out of control completely. She wasn’t thinking anything coherently, just feeling and feeling and feeling him inside and all around her, vibrations everywhere, carrying her until she couldn’t take anymore.

  “That’s it. That’s it,” he groaned. “All the way, Yan.”

  She practically slumped onto him grinding her forehead into his face, a keening noise coming from her as he surged into her one last time and held her down onto him while he came inside the condom.

  A couple of moments later, he turned off the vibrator and removed it from her ass cheeks, then held her to him while they tried to get their bearings.

  They lay together front to front for what seemed like forever. She was tingling all over still feeling the remnants of the explosive climax leaving her body. She moved her hands from the headboard and wrapped them around his stomach, snuggling into him.

  “B.O.B. and I have never been acquainted in quite that way before,” she mumbled into his chest. “That was fucking awesome.” Then, “Let’s sleep just like this.”

  She felt the laugh in his chest. He rolled them both so she was underneath him and they were still connected.

  “I agree. That was fucking awesome,” he said kissing her sweetly on the mouth. “Let me get rid of this condom then blow out the candles. I left a towel here for you. I didn’t want to get any lube on your sheets. They look expensive. Are they silk? I remember loving them when I slept over.”

  She nodded sleepily, and smiled up at him. “They are. It’s one of my vices,” she said yawning.

  “I like ’em. They feel good on the skin. Soft and smooth. Like you.” He leaned down and nipped at her lips.

  She smiled tiredly, running her finger down his ribcage.

  He went to use the bathroom and when he came out she went in to use it while he went into the living room to blow out the candles. By the time he made it back to the bedroom, she had already blown out the tea lights in there and had one still lit for him to be able to see. He climbed into bed with her, covered them with the sheet then leaned over to blow it out.

  Once the room was plummeted into darkness, she cuddled into him and he reached across to drape her over his body.

  She let out a sigh of contentment, whispering, “I’m so glad you’re home.”

  He hugged her to him and kissed the top of her head, running his hand through her hair. “Ditto, babe.”

  A moment of silence passed then Ayanna felt like she needed to get something off her chest. She played with his chest hair and said, “Thank you.”

  His hand stopped its movement in her hair for a moment before it continued its ministrations.

  “For what?”

  She swallowed but didn’t say anything, trying to work around the lump in her throat.

  He wasted no time and brought them face to face so he could nuzzle her neck and face, kissing her and bringing her close to him.

  “For what?” he repeated.

  She kissed him on his mouth, his cheek, stroked his face, still trying to speak around her emotion. What the hell was wrong with her?

  “Come here,” he whispered, then snuggled her close, rubbing at her scalp and hair and holding her close against his chest.

  “Talk to me, Ayanna.”

  She took a moment to gather her thoughts and work through her emotion. Finally, she spoke.

  “There are so many things I want to thank you for. I’m not even sure where to start.”

  He waited, still playing with her hair.

  “Thank you for waiting for me. For giving this a chance. For loving me,” she whispered, feeling like a child.

  She felt so overwhelmed with vulnerability at the moment, it was taking all of her power not to burst into tears.

  His hand stilled and although it was dark in the room, he cupped her chin and directed her gaze up to him so he could kiss her.

  “There’s no thanks needed for that. It’s an absolute pleasure loving you. You’re very easy to love.” He stroked her face. “My sweet Ayanna,” he murmured. “So easy to love.”

  He kissed her then rested her head on his chest again.

  “Yan,” he began, “someday you’re gonna believe that.”

  She snuggled into him and thought of her parents. Even though she had never been good enough for them, here was this man loving her, all of her, warts, potty mouth, and all.

  She was so happy he was back.

  “You’re helping that along, champ,” she said quietly. Then she turned her head and kissed his chest, settling her head back down.

  She remained quiet, but listened to his heartbeat, thinking.

  “I can almost hear those gears turning. What are you thinking about?”

  She cleared her throat. “My parents.”

  “Keep going.”

  She sighed. “I invited them to dinner.”

  He moved and pulled her face up to him again.

  “You did?” he asked, his voice full of surprise.

  “Yeah.” She paused. “I was thinking about you, and how you nearly lost your mom,” she said quietly, touching his face letting her fingers linger on his mouth. “I was feeling like it was time I looked at my shit. All of it. This 40 day thing helped me to see more than just my reasons for fucking around with loser guys.”

  She hesitated then put her head back on his shoulder. For some reason she didn’t want to be facing him when she talked about this.

  “So, I called my mom last week and her administrative assistant didn’t really know who I was. How pitiful is that? I mean, I don’t imagine my parents and I will ever be best friends, but when it was obvious her assistant didn’t even know who ‘Ayanna’ was, and I had to tell her I was Ina Sarin’s daughter. It made me feel a little sick.”

  He continued to touch her, rub at her shoulder, stroke her arm, and touch her hair. He was letting her know through his body language that he was not only there for her, he was listening.

  She couldn’t have loved him more at that moment.

  “How did the conversation go?”

  “Surprisingly well. We didn’t fight, which was kind of a first for us. It’s their anniversary this week, so I asked her if they wanted to come to dinner and I invited my brother too.”

  “I’m so proud of you, babe,” he whispered, then kissing her head. “I’m sure it wasn’t easy to call her.”

  She shrugged a little. “She asked how I was doing and I told her about the new job. She wanted to know how much it paid,” she said with frustration. “Some things never change.”

  “There are two ways you can look at that, Yan,” he murmured. “You can look at it the ‘Day 1’ way and say she only asked because she thinks little of you for not having a career like hers with a lot of money. Or you can look at it the ‘Day 41’ way and say she wants to make sure her daughter is cared for and won’t strug
gle financially.”

  Ayanna let that sink in. She remembered the thoughts she’d had about her grandparents and wondered how much they played into her mom’s issues about money. She’d never thought to ask and now she wanted to. She was ready to.

  “Yeah,” she whispered.

  “So how did it end? Are they coming for dinner?”

  “Yup. Saturday night,” she said snuggling closer. She was nervous about asking him, but wanted him to be there so badly. Before she could ask, he interrupted her thoughts.

  “Do you need someone in your corner that night? I’d actually like to meet them, unless you’d rather—”

  Her head shot up.

  “You would?” she asked, shocked. “You would come?” Her face split into a grin and she squealed, then she grabbed his face and kissed him.

  “Wow,” he murmured in between her attack on his mouth and wrapped his arms around her. “I just have to invite myself to dinner, and you’ll give me some of this? In that case, I’d like to invite myself to dinner every night, please,” he chuckled, her lips still kissing him madly all over his face.

  She stopped to take a breath.

  “I wanted to ask you, but I didn’t know if you would be interested, or if it would scare you off,” she said, so happy. “You’d really come?” She still couldn’t believe it.

  He grabbed her face so that their lips were almost touching.

  “Of course I would come. This is a huge night for you. Do you think I’d make you face it alone?”

  She rested her face on his, holding back the tears. Enough with the waterworks, Ayanna!

  He picked her face back up so he could make his point.

  “Listen very closely to me, Ayanna,” he said as if talking to a five year old. “I’m in love with you. Do you understand what that means? That means I want to support you in what’s important to you.” He kissed her forehead. “I want to hold your hand when you’re scared.” He kissed her cheek. “I want to punch the living shit out of asshole bosses who put their hands on you when they shouldn’t,” he said nuzzling her lips. “I want to do manly things like get a truck for you when you need to get furniture,” he murmured with a smile.

  He flipped her onto her back before she knew what he was doing and nestled himself between her legs, then nibbled on her lips.