Hunger, Part Four

John did as he was told, hastily divesting himself of his clothes and then settling down on the edge of the bed to await Monica's return. He didn't have long to wait. A few minutes later, Monica appeared in the bedroom doorway carrying a bottle of champagne and a bowl of something that John couldn't quite see. Whatever it was though, it was secondary to the sight of the beautiful woman standing naked before him. The look of love on her face, along with a little mischief as well, made him want to throw her on the bed and mount her like a wild animal at the height of mating season. Sometimes he still couldn’t get over the effect she had on him.

"Somebody call for room service?" she purred.

He spread his legs a little further apart, giving her a clear view of what he hoped would soon be inside her once again. Then, he beckoned her to come closer.

"C'mere so I can give you a tip," he winked.

Monica's eyes immediately fixed on John's growing erection. "Please don't tell me you started without me."

She walked slowly toward the bed until her legs touched his knees. "Gimme a kiss," John said, looking up at her with heavy-lidded eyes. Obediently, Monica lowered her head until her lips touched his. John deepened the kiss, his tongue gently probing her willing mouth.

"Mmm, you taste good." He reached a large hand out and took the bowl from her. "Kiwi?" He asked as he peered at its contents.

Monica smiled and nodded. Whatever she had planned, it was bound to be exciting if it came from Monica's imaginative brain. Everything that woman did was exciting.

“I’m going to show you how much pleasure you can get from fruit." Her tone was playful, and John gulped at the implication. “It’s tangy and juicy,” she continued.

He grinned. “I know something else that fits that description.”

 “Ah, but you can only get kiwi from Australia and New Zealand," she countered, playing along.

John set the bowl carefully on the bed then placed his hand between Monica's legs, cupping her sex. "This is the 'down under' I was thinkin' of," he growled.

Monica shivered at his touch. She closed her eyes again and parted her mouth slightly, waiting for another kiss. John happily obliged her then placed several smaller kisses on her chin and nose.

"And champagne, too. Can ask what the occasion is? Besides the obvious, of course,” he added between kisses.

Her eyes opened. “How about this,” she suggested. “I want to celebrate the fact that I’m so in love with you most of the time I can’t even see straight.”

John blushed and buried his face in the valley between her breasts. Her fingers stroked the outer ridge of his ear.

“Monica,” he whispered, visibly moved by her statement. “I love you so damn much. Sometimes I wonder how I got this lucky.”

“Lucky?”

He tipped his chin up and met her eyes. “Yeah, lucky.”

Monica searched his eyes, waiting for him to continue. “The way you love me…” John paused, searching for the words. ”I don’t know that I deserve it.”

His breath was warm on her body, and she pressed herself even closer to him.

“Oh, John.” Her voice soothed him. “I’m crazy in love with you. Have been for years. When are you going to get it through that stubborn Irish skull of yours?”

There was a twinkle in those stunning eyes of his. “Maybe you need to remind me again,” he said quietly.

Monica kissed him again. This kiss was filled with passion and reassurance. John leaned backward, pulling her with him onto the bed. Quickly he eased out from under her, never once breaking the kiss. Monica, now on her back, stared serenely up at him. Her wanton cocoa eyes watched as he retrieved a slice of kiwi from the bowl. John held it up like it was a precious artifact.

"Hmm, whatever shall I do with this?" With a playful glint in his eye he dragged the fruit across her right breast then planted it squarely over her nipple.

Monica shivered as the cool fruit touched her bare skin. "John . . . that tickles."

"You like that?" John smiled. Before she could answer, John leaned down and sucked the fruit into his mouth, nearly taking part of her breast along with it. Monica gasped as he continued to work his tongue around her hardened peak.

“Mmm, yummy,” he mumbled. “And the fruit’s pretty good, too.”

She would have laughed under normal circumstances but right now she was far too busy concentrating on the sensation that was quickly building again below her waist. Monica grasped the short hair at the nape of John's neck as he continued to nuzzle her. Abruptly he released his grip on her aroused flesh and looked up at her innocently.

Monica opened her eyes as if she had been harshly awakened from a delightful dream. "Oh . . . don't stop, John," she whispered breathlessly.

"I thought you wanted us experience the joys of kiwi, or words to that effect," he reminded her coyly.

"I lied,” Monica groaned. She closed her eyes again, attempting to will his talented mouth to resume the activity below her neck.

John chuckled as he reached for another piece of kiwi. Placing it between his teeth, he bent his head and faked a move toward her breast, but at the last moment changed course and began a torturously slow and deliberate path down past her navel.

“Oh . . . John Doggett, you’re so naughty,” Monica sighed as John deposited the kiwi on the dark cropped hair between her legs. John placed a warm hand on her knee and raised his head.

His voice was rough and sensual. “Are you going to be a good girl and spread your legs for me?”

Monica could only whimper helplessly in response.

John licked his lips as he dragged the fruit a little lower, just between her delicate folds. As requested, she parted her legs, then lifted her hips to meet his questing mouth. Her instincts took over and she felt her brain all but shut itself off. For several moments the only thing that could be heard was Monica’s halted breathing and the sound of John’s tongue lapping at her greedily.

"Baby, you taste so good," John rasped, as he licked her sensitive clit. It wasn’t long until she was crying out as she experienced her third orgasm of the day. John watched, mesmerized, as her body writhed and swayed. He was struck once again by her pure beauty and raw sexuality.

As he patiently waited for Monica to recover, John slid back up on the bed and lay beside her, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look at her. Her breathing slowed and she reached out to touch the side of his face.

"Wow, John. It just keeps getting better and better,” she marveled.

He took her hand and touched it to his lips. "Anything for you, Monica." John leaned over her and nuzzled her nose. "You take my breath away."

Monica smiled shyly. "You're pretty hot yourself, Agent Doggett."

"Yeah?" John asked.

"Oh yeah," she answered as she eased her hand below his waist, testing his readiness for her. She needn't have worried, for his cock was hard as steel. The oral ministrations he had just bestowed on her had the added effect of getting him worked up as well. Getting her off never failed to give him a hard-on the size of Florida. His hips undulated involuntarily as her fingers glided lightly up and down his engorged member. The corners of her mouth curled upward in a playful smile.

"I think it's about time I repaid you for all of the special attention you've given me today," she murmured, lowering her head and kissing him on the breastbone.

“Just watching you come is reward enough for me. But then again . . . ohhhh, Mon . . . ”

Monica was circling his nipple with long, languid strokes of her tongue and John moaned loudly. He knew what she was intending to do but he couldn’t take it anymore: he had to have her again. Now.

In one sudden, fluid movement he grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her around so she was lying with her stomach pressed against the mattress. John ran the tips of his fingers lightly across her shoulder blades then down to the crack of her buttocks. Monica turned her head and glanced at him quizzically over her left shoulder.

“John, why did you stop me? I wanted to suck you off,” she said with a mock pout.

John smiled at her words. “And you know I love it when your pretty little mouth is on me, darlin.” He crouched over and put his lips to her ear. “But there’s something else I want even more right now.”

Her eyes slipped closed. “Show me what you want, John,” she whispered.

Even though she said that, however, she knew what was on his mind. It was one of their favorite lovemaking positions. Monica loved the pure, unadulterated sensation she got when her beloved took her from behind. It was all so animalistic, and it turned her on. She figured that her feminist friends would scoff at that notion, but she didn’t care.

John straddled her hips and leaned over her, his elbows on either side of her shoulders. The feeling of his warm breath on her neck and his erection pressing against her lower back caused yet another flood of moisture between her legs. Monica raised herself up onto her knees and grasped the headboard of the bed.

John positioned himself above her. He grabbed Monica around the waist and eased his cock into her warm tunnel. Her vaginal walls quivered as he pushed deeper inside her.

“Oh, yeah, baby, that’s so good,“ he muttered, as he began moving in earnest. Monica held on for dear life, grasping the headboard until her knuckles showed white. A series of unintelligible sounds emanated from her throat as John reached a large hand around to play with her dangling breasts. Monica continued to meet every one of John's intense thrusts with an equally vigorous motion as they neared the brink of ecstasy.

It wasn’t long before John felt the first signs of a brilliant release. He wanted to wait for her so they could come together, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. His body froze for a split second, and then the explosion came.

“I’m coming, Mon,” he sputtered apologetically, as he began to pulse inside her.

"I want every drop of you," Monica screamed. She snaked a finger down between her legs to hasten her own release. Her clit felt like it was on fire as she rolled it between her thumb and forefinger. John was nearing the end of his orgasm when Monica’s began. It started deep in her belly and spread rapidly throughout the rest of her body like a lit fuse. She cried out as convulsion-like movements wracked her body.

A moment later, John withdrew from her and they fell face-first onto the bed in a motionless heap, both of them utterly spent. Sweat beaded both of their brows as they attempted to catch their breath.

They lay there for what seemed like hours. Then, finally, Monica gathered up her remaining strength and turned on her side to face John. He moved toward her and gathered her up in his arms. They held each other quietly, a silent communication of the undying love and trust between them.

“I love you so,” John said in a whisper.

Monica’s hold on him tightened just a little. “I love you too, John. More than you will ever know.” She kissed him tenderly, a kiss that he returned gratefully. “We still have to drink that champagne, you know,” she added.

John groaned weakly. “Monica, I can’t even move right now. You’ve sapped me of all my strength, woman,” he joked.

She laughed. “Yeah, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Damn right I wouldn’t.”

His eyes fluttered closed and a moment later he was sound asleep. Monica watched him contentedly for awhile and before long she joined him in a deep slumber.

Both of them dreamed the same sweet dreams.

~End~