A/N: Extended ending! THIS mini-CHAPTER IS M-RATED.
THERE WILL BE SEXY TIMES.
DO NOT CONTINUE READING IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE IT! No relevant information below, just a little lovin' for the people who would have otherwise felt cheated! :-)
I REPEAT: M-RATED CHAPTER. SEXY TIMES. DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNDERAGE OR OPPOSED TO READING SEXY TIMES!
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Argie: My best friend of 11 years and my father-in-law are both adopted. I've also done plenty of research on my own. Everyone is different. There is no right way to be an adopted child. I also don't think Wesley and Jenna were being selfish at all. They didn't adopt Anya to feel good about themselves. That's not a reason for anyone ever to adopt a child-or have a child in any capacity, for that matter. Please don't assume I have no idea what I'm talking about. Hopefully you enjoyed the story.
"You, my dear, have an odd way of wooing a woman," Jenna said, mimicking him with a raised eyebrow.
"But… apple pancakes."
Nodding solemnly, she said, "That's a good point."
"And Paris," Jon reminded her, leaning in to kiss her neck again.
"Another good point, but Paris itself doesn't get you as many brownie points as the way you asked. That was sweeter than I would've expected from you."
"I can be sweet," Jon said, rolling his eyes.
Jenna fixed him with a devious little grin. "So can I, Mr. Carter," she returned sweetly as her fingers found his belt buckle. "So can I."
Jon's eyebrows shot upward as her fingers unfastened his belt, then she pulled it off and tossed it in the floor.
"I figured that was probably uncomfortable," she suggested.
"Oh yes," he said, playing along. "Very uncomfortable. How sweet of you to notice."
Jenna grinned. "I told you."
Not one to have his consideration outdone, Jon made quick work of unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse, pushing it open and groaning a little at the lacy black bra it revealed.
Leaning down, Jon's mouth found her cleavage and he kissed his way around each one, but when he found her nipple through the fabric, her back arched a bit and she pushed him away, leaning up so that she could take her turn unbuttoning his shirt. Once unbuttoned, she leaned even closer, smiling up at him as she peeled it off. The heated look that accompanied the smirk he gave her sent warmth coursing through her whole body.
Pushing Jenna back on the bed, he once more leaned in and claimed her lips rather passionately. Jenna wound her arms around him, her fingers hooking onto his bare, muscular shoulders. He readjusted their positions so that she was lower on the bed and then his hand was moving up under her bra, moving over the mound covered in soft lacy fabric, kneading and then reaching around to the her back, searching for the clasp. She turned so he could get it unhooked and then, when he broke away for just a moment, she pulled her own shirt off, pulling the bra off with it and tossing them onto the floor beside the bed.
Lying back down, she closed her eyes as Jon ran his hands lightly down her sides, murmuring, "You're so beautiful."
Jenna flushed, unaccustomed to having her naked body perused, but pleased regardless that he liked what he saw.
Eying his bare, ridiculously hot upper body, she said, "I would say the same, but I don't want to insult your intelligence."
Jon chuckled, his hands covering her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.
Closing her eyes, Jenna sighed blissfully, and then he dipped his head down, taking one of her breasts into his mouth and causing her to gasp and arch up off the bed. As his hand slid down to undo the button of her jeans, he released that one and moved on to her other nipple, taking that one into his mouth so it didn't feel neglected and causing her to moan again, arching toward him, her fingers making their way down his abdomen to find the closure of his pants.
Jon won the race—then he tugged her pants down off of her legs, taking a moment to smile at the matching black, lacy panties that still covered her. He could feel how wet she was already, just removing her panties, so he wasted no time plunging a finger inside of her to make sure she was ready.
Jenna gasped, then moaned a little, her legs falling open to give him all the access he wanted. There was nothing he wanted more in that moment than to bury his cock inside of her, and the fact that she seemed just as eager for him was definitely a turn on.
When he slipped a second finger inside of her, Jenna's patience wore thin and after writhing around for a moment, she decided it was time to finish undressing him. Jon grabbed his wallet, extracting the condom he kept there for just such emergencies, and Jenna slanted him a pointed look.
"Was that intended for me?"
"Naturally," he said with a little wink.
"Liar," she said lightly, climbing up on her knees and beginning to remove his pants.
Once they were off, he got up on his knees again, but instead of lying back down, she stayed up on her knees, too.
Narrowing her eyes playfully, Jenna leaned in to kiss him, her hand traveling down between his legs with the intention of stroking him to get him prepared. There was no need, since he was ready to go, but she stroked him anyway, enjoying her power over him as his head fell back and he moaned a little. It didn't last long though; before he started enjoying her touch a little too much, he reached down and grabbed her hips, pulling her up against him and planting a kiss on her. Releasing her, he ripped open the foil wrapper and reached down to put it on.
That time she didn't balk about reclining back on the bed. When he came down on top of her, his lips found her neck again, then he moved to her mouth, kissing her deeply as his hands roamed over her body, down her sides, pulling her close and cupping her ass.
Instinctively, she hooked her right leg around his thigh as his hands skimmed the curve of her ass, pulling him closer to her, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him up against her. He let out a low growl and rolled them over, still entwined, but at that point his back was on the bed so she had to let go of her grip and straddle him instead.
Suddenly leaning up and pulling her toward him just a little, he took one of her nipples into his mouth again, this time from below her, suckling until she moaned in pleasure, then he moved to the next, did the same, and then relaxed back into the pillow again. His hands moved from her waist, however, down between his legs, and since she wasn't immediately sure what he was doing, she lifted herself a little. Then she felt him guiding himself between her legs.
It had been quite a while since she had been intimate with a man, so Jenna found herself unintentionally tensing her entire body as she lifted herself up and guided the tip of him inside of herself, slowly lowering herself onto his cock. At first, she only made it about halfway, then she had to stop for a second, because it was a little uncomfortable. She eased up until he was almost out of her, then she slowly eased herself back down, half inch by half inch until she was finally fully impaled on his cock.
Of course when she looked up at him, he had a bit of a strained smirk on his face.
"Don't even say a word," she warned him.
"Hey, we got it to fit, that's all—" He broke off on a laugh as she swatted him in the stomach, but his laughter died when she raised herself up and slowly slid back down the length of him. She enjoyed watching his face as she rode him, listening to his groans, felt his fingers gripping her hips tighten.
When she began riding him faster, enhancing her own pleasure at the delicious friction, she could feel her own climax building. No longer focused on his pleasure, she ran her fingers through her hair, arching as she lifted herself up and then slammed back down on his cock again and again.
Groaning, Jon grabbed her hips, lifting and bringing her down even harder, even faster.
Before long, she knew she was about to come, so she leaned down and grabbed him by the shoulders, holding onto him for leverage as she furiously thrust herself against him as hard as she possibly could.
"Oh, God, oh, God! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she panted, biting her lip and then, still fucking him more desperately than she could have imagined, she came, crying out rather loudly as her body shook with the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.
Completely spent, she collapsed against him, not even remembering to care if he had come.
Sighing and pushing out a rather audible breath, she said, "Well…damn."
Rolling her over on her back, Jon climbed between her legs, gripping her by the hips and pushing back into her.
She hadn't even had time to recover, but she still happily wrapped her legs against him, lifting her hips in time with his thrusts—although there weren't many, because he had already been close, so with a few more quick thrusts, he had his own climax, letting out a long groan and then collapsing on top of her, burying his head in the crook of her neck.
Grinning up at the ceiling, she wrapped an arm around him and used the other one to lightly run her fingers through his blonde tresses.
"Agreed on the damn," he mumbled, his voice muffled against the pillow.
Jenna chuckled, hugging him a little tighter and sighing.
When he had enough strength, he rolled off of her and grabbed a tissue out of the box on her nightstand.
Rolling back over after a minute, he gathered Jenna into his arms with a contented smile, giving her a soft kiss on the lips before pulling her into his chest.
"That was a good decision," Jenna informed him.
"I wasn't kidding about those pancakes though," she reminded him. "I'll still cut you loose if you don't make them for me."
"Using me for my body, I see how you are," he teased lightly.
"And for pancakes—I'm not an animal."
Jon chuckled, pulling her close and giving her a little kiss on her forehead. "I'm so glad you said yes."
Smiling contentedly, she said, "I'm glad you realized you made a dumb-ass decision."
Lightly rolling his eyes, he said, "God, you're a romantic."
Jenna started to laugh but finished on a sigh, feeling more content with her life than she had in quite some time—and she enjoyed her life, so that was nice bonus.
For a few minutes, she lay there in Jon's arms, thinking about their past—the good times—and how she had given up on all thoughts of them having a future.
The present sure was nice.
Tilting her head back, she intended to tell him just that, but saw that Jon had already drifted off to sleep.
He was even beautiful when he slept. How ridiculous.
Smiling a little to herself as she snuggled even closer, she decided she could wait until morning to tell him how pleased she was with their present.
After he made her those pancakes.