It was just about three-thirty when we woke up, still the same position as we’d fallen asleep, twined in each others’ arms. I kissed Jon’s face, trailing my fingers across the rough stubble there.
“I need a shave, I know” he murmured, eyes still closed.
“Scruffy works just fine for me” I sighed, admiring his fine features.
He opened his eyes then and looked at me quizzically, raising his eyebrows in a silent question. I laughed then, shaking my head.
“I’m not the bionic woman, love! Relax” I reassured him as I nestled back down against him, my cheek resting against the soft fur on his chest.
“Are you sure? I’ve never known a saucier wench in my life!” he teased back.
“Wench? I’ll show you wench!” I said, climbing on top of him.
“No! No! Take pity on me, baby, I’m begging you! I’ve still got a show to do tonight!” he pleaded.
I pouted and climbed off, noting that Lil’ Jon was not in agreement with Big Jon. I curled my fingers around his quickening shaft and eyed him with a sidelong glance.
“Seems like a certain part of you has other ideas” I observed.
“Don’t listen to him. He can’t help it. He’s all talk right now” he said, laughing too.
I released his stubborn erection and lay back down beside him, as he kissed me and thanked me for taking being merciful.
“I’m starving, but I’m too lazy to get out of bed” he moaned.
“Do you want me to fix something” I asked, making no move to get up.
“No. I don’t want you getting out of bed either” he answered, reaching for the cell phone on the nightstand.
“Let’s order Chinese. By the time it gets here, maybe I’ll have the energy to sit up” he grinned, dialing the number.
He ordered a PuPu platter, spring rolls, wonton soup and mooshoo chicken and looked at me for any additions.
“Something spicy to get the blood flowing” I suggested, stroking his thigh. Jon rolled his eyes and added Hunan pork to the menu.
“It’ll be here in thirty minutes” he said, hanging up.
“Just enough time to satisfy you” he smirked, pushing me onto my back and slipping a finger inside my creamy folds.
“Ooohhhhh” I sighed, surprised at my own greediness.
“Shit, I guess I can go one more round after all” he said, turning me to face him and pulling my leg across his hip.
His fingers returned to stroke my sensitive bud as he guided his rock hard cock inside my juicy opening. I smiled with appreciation as there was nothing that felt as good as his cock inside me and I just felt insatiable lately. “Mmmhhhmmmnnn” he growled, as he continued to play with my pussy.
“C’mere wench and I’ll teach you to be such a tease” he threatened, grabbing my ass and pulling me closer.
“Teach me a lesson, love. I need repeats though as I’m a really slow learner” I muttered, my face buried in his neck, as I nipped at the soft skin there.
He rocked us gently then, his hand still wedged between us, his fingers trapped against my tender center. The pressure to climax built quickly. I was already extremely sensitive and I began to shudder, biting his shoulder to keep silent.
“That’s it baby, let it come” he urged, and I came again, squeezing what life was left out of Lil’ Jon.
“That’s my girl” he crooned as he slowed his strokes to a leisurely pace, caressing my ass in an almost soothing way.
I looked at him with a question and he shook his head.
“There’s nothing left right now, darlin’. The dragon’s gone dry” he chuckled. “But it’s okay. It just feels so good to feel you come for me” he said reassuringly.
I loved him so much at that moment for indulging me and I told him so.
“I love you too, babe” he said, seeming contented.
We were nearly about to drift off to sleep when the doorbell rang.
“It’s the food. Stay here and I’ll get it” he said as he rolled to the edge of the bed and pulled on his robe.
He returned with a large brown shopping bag and two forks and two spoons. The aroma was enticing, spicy and sweet. We shared the soup first and Jon demolished the PuPu platter almost entirely on his own. We each dug into our main courses, alternately feeding each other and stealing bits from each other’s favorites. I was famished too, now, and ate more than usual and Jon wolfed down his food like it was his first meal in years.
“I’m glad to see you with an appetite for a change” he commented and I grinned.
“Yeah, a workout will do that!” I laughed and he beamed at me.
We finished eating, or at least as much as either of us could finish, and then laid there like beached whales.
“I’m stuffed. I can’t even move” he complained, patting his belly. He picked up the cell phone and dialed.
“Richie? Yeah, it’s me. Listen up. Can you do me a favor? Can you run the sound check for me? I’m running late” he said and groaned as he tried to sit up.
I rubbed his belly and he patted my head.
“No. I’ll be there in plenty of time for the show, just cutting it close for the sound check. We haven’t even made it out of bed yet” he smirked at me. “Cool. Thanks, man. I owe ya” he said and hung up.
“Oh, shit. I ate too much. I’m going to explode!” he breathed, easing back onto the pillows and laughing.
“I should have been feeding you lunch instead of working up your appetite! It’s my fault” I said apologetically, feeling bad he was going to have to do a show now.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’ve done shows in rougher states than this, believe me. But would you get me an Alka-Seltzer?” he laughed rather feebly.
I laughed then too. It was funny if you stopped to think about it. The God of Rock was out of commission for the moment because he ate too much. It was just too damn normal not to strike me as hilarious at the moment.
“Stop laughing” he said weakly. “You’re making me laugh and it hurts!” he said, laughing even harder.
I had to get up and walk away to control myself, but I returned with an Alka-Seltzer. The medicine cabinet contained a full package.
“Thanks, darlin’. I would have loved to act out a nurse fantasy with you, but this isn’t quite what I had in mind” he teased, plugging his nose and drinking the noxious liquid.
“Oh, Jon, stop. And save me a swallow of that nasty stuff” I said as I wrinkled my nose at the thought of it.
We both ate too much and it was time to pay the piper. He handed me the glass, and I drank it down, nearly gagging.
“Do you want to stay home tonight and skip the show? It’s okay, babe. I’ll come right home. There are no parties tonight, just a regular show and I know you’re still tired” he asked, serious now.
“No way, I’ll be fine. I’m no wimp, but we should get in the shower” I answered. He smiled and pulled me to him for a kiss.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to come to every show. I know it must get boring after a while” he added, burping loudly then. I giggled and rubbed his belly which was a little more noticeable than usual.
“Boring? Are you kidding? I’m not bored at all. I love to watch you on stage, especially with a birdseye seat! I want to come unless you’d rather I didn’t?” I said, wondering a little if I was cramping his style somewhat.
“Nooooo! I love it when you’re there. I just don’t want you to think I expect you to follow me around to every damn show. Of course I want you there, but I don’t expect it” he explained.
“Are you sure I’m not in the way? I don’t want to smother you” I asked, giving him an out if he wanted it.
“Nope, not at all, as long as you’re not getting bored with it all. I know tomorrow will probably be the last one for a while too” he said, seeming relieved.
“Okay, then, let’s hit the shower!” I joked, pulling him into a sitting position before making our way to the shower. Jon groaned but followed me into the shower like a little trooper.
We showered quickly this time, bathing each other with purpose rather than passion. Jon shut off the water and grabbed a towel for each of us. As he wrapped the towel around me, he pulled me close and whispered in my ear.
“I’m so glad you’re here, darlin’. This place never felt like a home until now. I haven’t had to fight the urge to stay home in a long time, but lately it’s all I want to do” he said as he kissed the top of my head.
“I know, baby, I know. Pretty soon, we’ll be able to just stay home at night. Believe me, my life in Buffalo is pretty dull and you’ll have lots of time to just relax when we get there” I said, soothingly.
“You can’t imagine how much I’m looking forward to a normal life again” he sighed, toweling my hair.
I looked up and his eyes were far away, as if he was recalling memories of a time when life was less hurried and things were different. I touched his cheek and he looked at me and smiled and I noticed the weariness for the first time. As much as he loved touring, it took its toll. He was tired. Any fears I had about the slower pace of my own life boring him were dispelled as I realized the longing he had to be grounded.
“I’m glad the tour is almost over” he said echoing my thoughts.
“Me too, love. The thought of being separated right now is almost unbearable. It’s hard not to be near you” I admitted. He embraced me tightly as he said “Don’t even think about it.”
We finished getting ready and began to get dressed. Jon pushed the clothes in his closet around, finally stopping at a pair of old jeans.
“I need my fat pants tonight” he grinned, pulling them from the closet and stepping into them. I laughed, pulling on a skirt instead of the jeans I’d planned to wear, thinking the same thing. It was just six o’clock by the time we were dressed and ready. The limo was outside waiting and Rick looked relieved when we stepped through the door.
“It’s okay, man. Richie’s running the sound check tonight. They know we’ll be late” Jon said to Rick as he laid a hand on his shoulder. Rick breathed a heavy sigh and nodded.
“Stop for coffee on the way. We both could use it” he added as we got inside.
The ride was over an hour away, but we’d be there in plenty of time before the show started. Jon pushed the sunroof open and the fresh air felt good. I was beginning to love the smell of the ocean and it was starting to seem so familiar now. I took a deep breath and settled back in the seat. Jon slid his arm around my shoulders and took my hand in his, resting them in my lap.
“Tell me about Buffalo. Tell me about your life there” he asked. “What’s it like?” he said dreamily.
I explained that I actually lived in the Southtowns, about thirty miles outside the city.
“I’m actually in the country, right near Zoar Valley, one of the most beautiful places around. I actually hate the city and I avoid it every chance I get” I laughed.
“I like the quiet and stillness of the country. And I love the fact that it gets so dark at night that the stars seem to shine brighter there. I’m surrounded by woods and I have a neighbor on one side, but you can’t even see their house when the leaves are on the trees. It’s very private and the town is small. The house is small too, but that’s okay because I have about two acres of land that’s all mine. And I can’t wait for you to see the gardens. It’s one of my passions” I told him.
“It sounds wonderful. Like a private retreat from the world?” he noted thoughtfully and I nodded.
“Exactly. During the week, I work my ass off and I’m surrounded by people who constantly need something from me. But when I come home, it’s different. It’s quiet and it’s peaceful. I don’t even answer the phone, although it doesn’t ring much anyway!” I laughed.
“You enjoy your time alone then. You’re not lonely?” he asked, curious.
“I appreciate the time alone. That doesn’t mean that I want to be alone all the time or that I don’t feel lonely” I replied, seeing where he was headed.
“So, will there be room in your private life for me?” he asked seriously.
He was looking down, staring at our hands clasped together in my lap. I touched his chin and lifted his head to look at me. His eyes remained fixed upon my lap.
“Jon. Look at me. And listen to me. There is nothing I want more in this world than to share my life with you. Just because I value time alone doesn’t mean that there isn’t room for you. I don’t hate my life any more than you hate yours, but that doesn’t mean that it’s perfect the way it is or that something isn’t missing. Coming home to someone I love is something I long for, it just isn’t something I’ve had. Being with you doesn’t drain my energy, love, it fills me up. Don’t you know that?” I said adamantly, taking his face in my hands and making him look at me. His eyes were moist as he looked at me.
“You really mean that? You’d really want to come home to me every night?” he asked, still looking uncertain.
My own tears were forming now as I saw in his eyes the raw need to be wanted. His pain and fear broke my heart.
“I am so in love with you that I can’t even imagine going back to my life the way it was. I didn’t know how empty I felt until I fell in love with you. I’ve never felt like this about anyone, Jon. I need you in a way I never needed anyone or anything” I said, crying now because it was true and it scared me.
No, it terrified me. This was such unfamiliar ground. And I realized how much he had changed me. I had never been afraid to lose anyone before. I had never needed anyone before. He kissed my tears and whispered soothingly.
“Baby, I need you too. I just had to know you needed me the same way. You’re so independent sometimes. I love that, but it scares me sometimes. I just don’t want to smother you, but I don’t want to lose you either.”
I clung to him then, crying hard with the relief I felt. He’d said it. There it was in a nutshell. Love was like a dance, I was beginning to understand. We moved back and forth between opposing fears of being alone and being smothered. If one of us moved too far away, the other reacted in a way to bring us back together. It was something that required constant renegotiation and adjustment.
“It seems we both struggle with finding that balance” I said simply and I smiled, calmer now and no longer crying. Rick’s voice came over the speaker.
“We’ll be there in twenty minutes, but we’re at Tim Horton’s. Anything besides coffee? Are you hungry?” he asked and we both laughed.
“Just coffee, we’re stuffed, right, Babe?” Jon answered back and I nodded.