Mistfall(Book One of the Mistfall Series)

20. Sexy Chapter!!!





John deposited me on the bed, lying down beside me, the lust swimming in his emerald eyes as he once again brought his lips down upon mine.


His kiss was slow. John was planning to take his time with me which turned me on even more. Being summertime, his lips and tongue tasted like strawberries.

Elves are curious creatures. They have a tendency to taste like fruits that were in season. Their affinity for earth magic makes this possible. It’s not common knowledge amongst Otherworlders and I don’t go around smooching Elves either.

I only know this from the kisses John and I had shared. He told me that sometimes Elves could even taste like honey. I know what you’re thinking…naughty readers. I don’t know and if and when that happens, I’m not going to kiss and tell. But, between you and me, the thought had crossed my mind too.

John managed to find my leg underneath the hoop and all my petticoats, his hand sliding its way up, stopping only when he reached my upper leg. I mewled a little when he grasped my thigh firmly.

“I love hearing you react to me,” he responded.

My voice was heavy, “Mmm…you should be in for a real treat later,” I goaded.

I attempted to drape a leg over John and he tried to free my breasts from my corset and dress. I wasn’t successful and he growled in frustration, unable to spring my breasts from their prison.

“It’s time you get out of Marie Antoinette’s private collection,” he suggested, giving up after failing once again with the dress.

“What do you suggest I change into?” I asked as sexily as I could.

He shook his head in negation at me. “No Violet. No magic. I want to watch you undress for me.”

I was caught off guard by John’s request, but had no problem going along with it. Wordlessly, I slipped away from him and the bed. I kicked off my shoes and attempted to reach behind me to unsnap and untie all the clasps and ribbons, to no avail.

“You’re going to have to help me. I can’t reach,” I giggled nervously.

When he stood, it was made clear to me that he needed no encouragement as far as things were headed. The quality of the fabric of his breeches was being tested by his erect member. A lefty, I thought. Melissa’s question of measurements came to mind.

I pulled my long, dark, wavy hair over one shoulder to give John access to the back of my dress. I almost melted into a puddle when he nipped at my neck before unbuttoning me.

“Maybe using magic wasn’t such a bad idea,” he murmured while fumbling with the unrelenting clasps.

I turned to him, ready to do away with our clothes the good old’ fashioned magical way, but he put both hands on my waist, turning me back, stopping me. “I’m not serious beautiful girl. I’d much rather do battle with your garments in order to see them slide off your body,” he said, his voice low and thick with arousal.

At long last John was able to undo all the clasps so I could slip out of my dress and hoop, only to be met with the laces of the corset. “I’m glad this isn’t everyday dress for you,” he growled. “Though, you are a vision in a corset and flimsy skirt.”

I was suddenly finding the corset restricting and hard to breathe in. The sooner he could un-tie the ribbons, the sooner I could feel his hands on my body and his skin against mine. The corset came undone quickly and I let it fall to the ground. Turning around, I was greeted by John’s hungry stare. There was no doubt in my mind that he wanted me. I felt like a gazelle being stalked by a voracious lion.

“The skirt,” he grunted and pointed.

I kept eye contact as I shimmied out of the thin linen skirt, bare except for the purple thong I was wearing. I turned around three hundred and sixty degrees so he could admire the view. With all the exercise I get training and killing bad guys, I’m not self-conscious about my physique.

“Come here,” he ordered.

The only time John had ever been so demanding was when we trained. I listened, never arguing as he was the better warrior and my training could mean the difference between life and death. I didn’t think anything he was going to demand of me right now had anything to do with my survival, but I found his take charge attitude in the bedroom arousing and sexy as hell.

I took the three steps that divided us and put my hands around his neck and kissed him once more. He may want to take charge of the rest of the night, but I was going to have this one kiss the way I wanted it.

I ran my tongue along his soft and full lower lip and John parted his lips, allowing me access. Our tongues played a feverish game of catch and release. When John put his hands in my air to arch my head back, the sensuous kisses he trailed down my neck caused shivers to radiate out from my spine to my toes.

When I tugged at his lip with my teeth I began to undress him, starting with his shirt. “Your turn,” I told him.

“Are you in a hurry?” he chuckled.

“No, but I want to feel you,” I admitted.

He stayed my hands after I unbuttoned his top button. “Tell me Violet, how bad do you want to feel me?” he demanded, his tone gentle.

I could feel his heart racing, like a rabbit thumping its foot, under my hands. All I had to do was answer his question and he’d give in. If the hard erection pressing against my stomach through his breeches weren’t evidence of his arousal, the electric four leaf clover green of his eyes were. I knew my own had to be little neon signs of vivid purple.

Sexy talk, like vocalizing what I want, was not something I had ever been quite comfortable with. At the moment I was a little nervous to answer John. I wasn’t one of those girls whose every move or word dripped with sexuality. When it comes to this kind of thing, I have two left feet.

“Tell me, he growled, growing impatient with having to wait to touch me.

I sucked in a big breath. I would say I put my big girl pants on, but I was a hair’s breath away from being completely naked. “I need to feel you John,” I told him. “I want to feel your body against mine, your hands all over me and to feel you move inside me.”

John stared at me, as much in shock as I was that I actually was able to say what I did. “Please,” I added to break the awkward silence. He responded by moving one of his hands up to the back of my neck while the other grabbed a hold of my waist. Saying nothing, he walked me like that, backwards towards the bed. I felt the mattress behind my knees and could go no further. John motioned for me to sit and I obliged as he stripped down before me.

He pulled his shirt up and over his head and I was regaled by the perfection of my emerald eyed, chocolate haired god’s upper body. John’s broad and tanned upper body was well defined with just a smattering of hair peppering his chest. His arms were strong enough to kill, yet gentle enough to hold me with. I thought his washboard abs were made even sexier by the happy trail leading to the million dollar question.

“Up here beautiful girl.” Oh Hades. Did he really just catch me staring at his crotch? I put my hands over my eyes and fell back against the mattress. “Was I that obvious?” I asked, fearing the truth.

John climbed atop of me and removed my hands from my face. “Please don’t be embarrassed,” he crooned into my ear. “I think it’s awesome knowing how much you want me.”

I was still embarrassed, but at least John wasn’t teasing me over it. “Do you know what I love?” I asked him, hoping to make him forget my crotch watching.

“What?” he asked curiously.

“You John. I love you.”

Smiling, his electric eyes took me in from head to toe. “You are so beautiful.”


I couldn’t help the wide, toothy grin that plastered my face. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I told him, running my fingers through his chest hair.

John scooted me back so I was further in on the bed. “You’re still wearing pants,” I pointed out.

“So eager,” he chuckled. “They’ll be gone soon enough, I promise.”

I pretended to pout which made John laugh more and shake his head at me. “If I take my pants off now, I won’t be able to control myself.”

“That’s okay by me,” I told him, beaming.

“Patience Violet,” he requested of me. “I want to take my time with you.”

“Oh? What did you have in mind?” I asked.

“Spoilers,” he teased, leaning down to nibble on my earlobe, giving away nothing.

The alternating warmth of his lips and cool breath against my ear made me squirm against him. John moved further south, nipping and kissing my neck as his hand grasped one of my breasts.

John kneaded one breast as he took the other in his mouth. His velvet tongue swirled around my nipple causing both of them to harden. I ran my hands through his soft, brown hair as he tugged gently on my eraser tops with his teeth, causing me to become slick with arousal.

I laughed when he kissed the sensitive flesh of my stomach, the result of being ticklish. John paused when he reached my undies. His lips moved to my inner thigh, taking their sweet time as he moved towards the juncture of my thighs. The heat of every kiss lingered upon my cool skin, leaving reminders to every part of me that he had touched.

John paused when he reached my panties. He ran his tongue parallel to the elastic of my thong, right above my stomach, teasing me relentlessly.

“Please John,” I begged, wriggling underneath him. “Please stop teasing me. I want you inside of me.”

There was a devilish glint in his eyes that told me he was in charge of this show. “Not yet beautiful girl, but I promise I’m done teasing.”

I was thinking about what he meant by that when he moved my panties to the side and ran a finger along my lips.

A rumbling growl came from deep inside his chest. “You’re so wet,” he commented, pleased with his discovery.

“It’s because of you,” I replied. “You get me all hot and bothered.”

Mischief etched itself on his face in the form of a lopsided smile that, normally, I would have thought adorable. Right now, I was thinking that I had no clue what I was in for.

“Is that so? “Well, let’s see if I can do some more damage,” he offered and I accepted greedily.

John grabbed the elastic band on both sides of my thong and slid them down my legs. Where his finger was just moments before, his mouth now took possession. My hips bucked up against him when his tongue flickered against the nub of super sensitive nerve endings.

“John!” I gasped as the electrical sensation riveted my body, shooting to every last nerve ending.

John lifted his head only to speak, his large hands still gripping both sides of my hips, holding them in place. “Do you like that?” he asked, demanding an answer.

I nodded my head quickly. “Yes, more please.”

He squeezed the flesh of my hip. “More what Violet? You have to tell me what you want,” he ordered with a wicked smile and gleam in his eyes.

Subconsciously I knew this was an exercise at getting me to break through my barriers. He wanted me to tell him what I needed and to trust that he would follow through. It was a delicious torture.

I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down my body at him. This gorgeous man was poised and waiting for me to say the word and he would do whatever I asked. “I want your mouth on me and your fingers inside of me,” I told him.

John wasted no time in responding. Instead of answering me with words, he let his actions do the talking for him. He pushed to fingers inside of me as his mouth found its previous purchase. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations rippling through me from John’s ministrations.

As his fingers stroked in and out and his tongue danced upon me, I felt my stomach tightened up. My muscles were constricting and I knew I was close to orgasm. I moaned in delight.

“Is that what you wanted?” he asked.

“Mmmhmm.”

John’s voice took on a serious tone as he retracted his fingers. “I didn’t hear you Violet. You’re going to have to speak up.”

“Yes!” I exclaimed. “Please don’t stop.”

“What do you say?” he asked, tormenting me.

O-M-G. He was going to tease me relentlessly until I gave in. John was willing to please me, but he wasn’t going to do it without a little effort on my part. I found it rather erotic and exciting as the need for him made me feel like a man scouring the desert in search of water. Finding the oasis, to quench my thirst, I had but only to take that last step.

“Please John, I want more,” I begged. John’s breath fanned my stomach, causing me to once again quiver.

“That’s what I wanted to hear beautiful girl,” he crooned. I want you to tell me what you want and I want to hear you enjoy it. Would you do that for me Violet?”

I couldn’t take any more of this torture. “I’ll do anything you want, just please, for the love of all that’s holy, give me more!”

Laughter momentarily escaped his lips in response to my demand. It was quickly replaced by that naughty smile of his. “Anything you say?” he teased.

My jaw dropped like an anvil. That wasn’t what I meant. I wouldn’t call myself a prude, but there are plenty of wild things I don’t care to try. I started to panic as I wondered what he had in mind.

John’s fingers returned to their prior occupation. “I don’t want anything,” he said, dropping his teasing tone, “just your pleasure.”

With nothing more to say John’s tongue returned to its assault on my swollen *oris. It didn’t take long before his handiwork was driving me over the edge. The first wave came over me so powerfully I arched my back. I bit down on my lower lip so as not to wake anyone, though the feeling of vocalizing my pleasure was overwhelming.

I’m rather vocal when it comes to bedroom sports. Having Rory, Finn, and Melissa within hearing range was not conducive to that. Them being an audience to this intimate moment wasn’t on my list of things to do today, or ever.

“Wow,” I panted as my body relaxed and rested once again upon the bed. “That. Was. Amazing.” I was in such a state of bliss that I felt like I was floating. John let me bask in the sensation for a moment before he spoke.

“It’s a shame you had to hold back because of the neighbors,” he lamented. John now lay next to me. He ran his fingers up and down my side while peppering my body with kisses.

My euphoria was becoming replaced with desire once again. The feeling of his lips against my skin caused heat to suffuse through me, replenishing the molten lava between my legs.

A soft moan escaped my lips followed by an intense need. “John, I want you to make love to me.”

I didn’t have to say anything more. John quickly removed the rest of his clothing. To answer Melissa’s question: Impressive. Long and thick, I was surprised I had been able to take such a titan.

John reached over and grabbed me, rolling me atop of him. Burying himself deep inside me, I gasped at the feel of his initial penetration.

I started grinding my hips against him in a circular pattern, much to his enjoyment. John put his hands on my hips, pushing me down as he thrust up into me. The low rumbling in his chest increased the faster I gyrated.


I came twice more that way. Instead of holding it in like I had done before, I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it.

John ripped the pillow from my hands and flipped me over on my back so quickly I shrieked a little. “This time I want to hear you,” he insisted pushing back into me. “I’d rather hear you softly than muffled up in some pillow.”

Again? I had never come this many times before, let alone going on number four. John was proving to be a very generous lover, putting my needs before giving into his own. I could get used to this.

I lifted my head from the bed and kissed him. “You feel so good.”

“You feel amazing, beautiful girl,” he responded in kind.

John’s hands were everywhere, groping, kneading, and teasing while I dug my fingers into his back, building towards climax. He seemed to be on the same page as me, pumping harder and faster. My legs were wrapped around him. I lifted my hips, pushing back into him at every thrust until we were both reaching apogee.

“Let go Violet, let me hear you,” John encouraged.

I did let go. I couldn’t keep it in or stay quiet as this was the most powerful orgasm yet. Screaming his name and moaning, I’m sure I woke everyone up. I was hoping to play it off to a rogue banshee.

John followed me with his own orgasm, growling like a beast. It sounded so animalistic and carnal.

We collapsed against each other. He held me as we caught our breath. I purred like a cat, sated with bliss. Every nerve ending of my body was alive, sensitive to the lazy lines John was drawing upon my skin. My brain was stuck in the euphoria of a sex fog, oblivious to anything but the here and now. I had never felt as good as I did in this moment.

“You sounded like a wild woman,” he said looking down into my eyes. “It was sexy as hell and I loved it.”

I responded with a smile, glowing. I could possibly get used to the idea of telling him my wants and needs, but there was no way I was going to tell him what I was thinking. Woohoo, I get to look forward to this every night! I didn’t want to over inflate his already healthy ego.

Laying there in our post-coital reverie, we were content to just hold each other until sleep claimed us.