A huge grin spread out on his face when he thought about that. It was still in place when he entered the apartment. April was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, guitar in her lap and lost in song.
“Lift your eyes and let me in ‘cause maybe I’m an alien like you. Would you ever wake at night and realize the reason why you knew me then is maybe I’m an alien too. Would you ever let me be an alien with you?” April looked up and saw him. She slowly stopped playing and smiled at him. Of course she’d seen to game on TV. She hadn’t wanted to go to the arena with him because Abby wouldn’t have been there, but she couldn’t resist watching him on the ice.
“Don’t stop playing on my account. I’d love to hear you sing more.” He dropped his bag, took off his coat and shoes and went straight to the kitchen part of his living room.
“I know, but I don’t feel so comfortable singing in front of others right now.” April put down the guitar and got up from the sofa. Her eyes were fixed on him.
“We’ll work on that.” He turned around to her with a bottle of water in his hand. He unscrewed the cap and took a long drag, not taking his eyes off her. “Did you see the game?”
“Oh, yes I did.” She was walking towards him, wearing her pajama bottoms and a simple, black shirt. No logo or anything on it. Her dark brown hair curled just above her shoulders. Jonathan’s eyes drifted down to the bit of cleavage she was showing. “Congratulations, Jonny.” Her voice was softer than before. When he looked up in her eyes again, they seemed a darker shade of green.
“Thanks,” he managed. God, he wanted to pull her close so badly, but something held him back. He didn’t know what it was. But when she bit down on her bottom lip, he couldn’t resist anymore. He didn’t even want to. Carefully he put the bottle of water down and wrapped her in his arms. He rocked his mouth over hers, held her close and ran his hand down her back to clamp it down on her bottom.
When he felt her cold hands beneath his shirt, he had to suck in a breath. Feeling that, April grinned against his lips.
“That’s not fair,” he mumbled before he pressed his lips to her throat.
“Who said anything about playing fair?” April ran her hands up over his abs and grazed his nipples with her fingertips. Feeling his solid, naked body beneath her fingers did things to her that she couldn’t put into words.
“Okay, if you want it that way.” He backed her up against the fridge, leaned against her, trapping her hands between them. With a little effort he pushed her shirt up over her breasts. His hands were still cold from being outside, so he put them on her sides, happy when she squealed a little.
“Oh my God! Your hands are even colder than mine. Let me go!” April wriggled against him.
“Not yet.” Jonathan looked at her for a few seconds, before he bent his head and kissed her. Her wriggling stopped and instead she melted into him, keeping her hands still on his pectorals. He slowly ran his hands up along her sides, over her breasts and down her arms. Then he took a step back, leaving her gasping for air, lips swollen from his kiss and her hands gripping the hem of his sweatshirt.
Jonathan carefully removed her hands from his clothes and took the sweater off. Her eyes roamed all over his body, stopping for a moment at the bulge in his pants before she looked at the parts she’d just touched. “You look good enough to lick up one side and down the other.”
“What?” A little amused he looked at her. He figured that she hadn’t wanted to say that out loud, because her face turned crimson. “I could do the same with you. You’re gorgeous, April.” He took her hand in his and led her to his bedroom. This was a lot more comfortable than pressing her against the fridge.
He let go of her hands and sat down on the bed. “Come here,” he said with a smile, to make sure that she really wanted this. April seized this opportunity and positioned herself in his lap. She ran one of her hands through his hair. The other one trailed down his torso, over his pectorals, further down to the happy trail that vanished beneath the waistband of his jeans. “Raise your arms.” She did as Jonathan asked, so he could take off her shirt complete. With his fingertips he pushed the straps of her bra down her shoulders, leaving goosebumps all over her body. When he opened her bra and put it aside, she immediately covered herself with her hands.
“Don’t do that, April.” Gently he took her hands in his and looked at her. “You are beautiful, gorgeous.” He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, ran his thumb over her nipple and watched the reaction on her face. Her eyes drifted shut and she bit her bottom lip again. He replaced his thumb with his lips and sucked. Hard. Making her moan in ecstasy. All her insecurities seemed to be gone. She reached for the zipper on his jeans and opened it. Jonathan felt like he could breathe again. His jeans had become a little tight for him.
April reached beneath his boxer briefs and stroked her hand along his shaft, making him inhale sharply. Jonathan put both hands on her hips and in one swift move she was flat on her back, Jonathan beneath her legs, staring down at her. Her own hand had dropped to his thigh.
Jonathan got up, still keeping his eyes on her. God, this woman did things to him by just looking at him. He pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down, shook them off as well as his socks. He stood there in all his naked glory and April couldn’t take her eyes off him.
When he crawled back onto the mattress, she had to get her hands on him. Slowly she ran her fingertips up his arms, down his upper body, before she closed her hand around his dick. She lifted her head a little to kiss him again, but he wouldn’t have any of it. Instead of kissing her lips, he focused on her breasts, teasing one nipple until it was rock-hard, then doing the same to the other one. He ventured further down, so that she had to let go of him. While circling her navel with his tongue and watching the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, Jonathan yanked down her pajama pants and her panties.
He stroked his hands along her thighs, slowly, slowly drifting closer her most sensible spot, but before he reached it, he ran his hands back down. Instead he pressed his lips there, flicking his tongue against her clit again and again.
“Oh God,” April breathed, grabbing hold of the sheets. “Jonny please…”
He raised his head and looked at her. Hearing his name in this context out of her mouth was something he thoroughly enjoyed. And he’d make her say it a couple more times. Before he completely forgot himself, he reached for drawer of his nightstand and grabbed a condom. When he turned back to April, she was sitting upright. Her hair was a mess, her pink nipples stood to attention and she was reaching for the condom. After she’d opened the wrapper, she rolled the condom down his shaft, taking her time and enjoying teasing him a little.
As soon as she was finished, Jonathan kissed her and pushed her back down on the mattress. She opened her legs a little bit more for him and cried out when he finally entered her. She needed a little time to adjust to this. It had been some time since she’d last had sex and felt comfortable with it. That she’d actually wanted it. But she definitely wanted it now, with him.
He moved slowly at first until she asked him for more. Grabbing hold of her hips, he pushed into her faster. Harder. He trailed kisses along her shoulder until he reached her lips again. He knew that he wouldn’t last long this time. It had been long for him as well, so he ran his hand down her stomach, between her legs and stimulated her, while moving inside her. She looked gorgeous with her eyes half-closed, head thrown back.
“Oh Jonny,” she groaned, clinging on to the sheets, crumbling them in her hand. She could already feel it. Her muscles started contracting, her toes curled against the mattress, as her orgasm shook her whole body.
The “fuck” that came out of Jonathan’s mouth when he let go himself barely registered in her head. Her ears were ringing, she was breathing heavily and she felt more content with herself and the world that she’d felt in ages. When Jonathan collapsed onto her to catch a breath, a smile curved her lips up. She wrapped her arms around him, not ready to let him go. Or leave this bed. They’d spend the night here together.