Chapter 67 - I Don't Need No Preacher

By the time that they landed in Argentina they all have had little cat naps and feel a little refreshed.  With the 5,500 mile trip behind them, they all look forward to the day off in Argentina.


It was a new place to all of them.  They all get dropped off at the hotel, with instructions that they only have 24 hours and tomorrow is show day. 

Jon and Monica go up to their room and drop their bags in the door.  The door is literally just closed when Monica feels herself being swooped up, right off of her feet.  "What are you doing?"

"Whatever I want." he tells her, kissing her tenderly, whispering, "I want to make love to you."

"With me.  How many times do I have to remind you that we do it together?" 

"I don't want to do it with you, I want to do it to you.  You lay there and enjoy it."  He gently lays her on the bed, with a smile that showed in his face. 

"Okay." she stretches and extends her arms above her head.  "I'm all yours, do as you please."  She makes herself laugh.  He sits on the bed next to her and brushes the hair off of her face.

"You are glowing." he leans over and kisses her again, "You literally take my breath away"

"I'm pretty happy." she tells him, with an equally big grin on her face too.

He can see that she means what she said, he can see that she is in a good place, "I am too.  I wouldn't change a thing."

"Me either."

He is gracefully and skillfully caresses her breasts, gently pinching her nipples and removing her silky, smooth blouse. He slides the blouse off her left shoulder and she pulls her left arm out. The he slides her arm out of the right side. 

He sits up and slides the blouse down her waist, over her long fit legs and onto the floor. He then focuses on her panties. Leaning in he takes the bow on the front of her panties into his teeth and slightly tugs. His hot breathe on her belly gives her whole body goosebumps. She picks up her butt so he can pull her panties off, all the way off with his teeth. 

She giggles and squirms again his breath giving her chills. He gets the panties passed her feet and they fall on to the floor. Monica is naked. Monica is in love.

He now has her all to himself and he has her naked. Still being at her feet, he starts kissing, licking, nibbling and flicking her entire body. Slowly working his way up to her happy trail. Monica is getting close to the edge herself. 

His touch was all the female Viagra she would ever need.

Taking her right nipple into his mouth and gently biting and sucking, her nipple stood at attention. He would then slightly blow cool air over the wet nipple and Monica would arch her back in sheer pleasure. Jon knows her nipples are super sensitive and loves to have them in his hands or in his mouth.

His hands made their way back down her thighs and in the area of her pleasure spot. He runs his fingers all over it, stopping and spending a few moments playing with her clit. Monica is so close to orgasm, close enough to know she needs him to stop or she needs to change up the game that's playing.

She reaches down and grabs Jon's hand. The one that's wreaking havoc with her clitoris. "You need to stop with that?" She laughs. He looks at her, while moving into kiss her he says, "What are you going to do if I don't?" With the rock smile on his face. 

The passion in the kiss, the feeling in the room - sexual tension was quite high. Kissing Jon with so much emotion scared her, she doesn't want to go without this ever again. 'Stop thinking about it Monica, shut it off and enjoy being here with him. Make love with him and let things just be' she thinks to her self.  He's with you, he loves you - you're having his baby.

Pushing him down, so he's on his back Monica starts the exploration process with her hands, and her lips followed her hands. She was kissing his neck, which is probably his biggest weakness, and he's trying to grab her to kiss her and she resists. 

Working her way down his chest, stopping to give each nipple the attention it deserves, she stops just below his belly button. She looks up at him and says, "Happy to see me?" Referring to his rock hard penis. She gently pushes of his shorts to expose the shaft that's been craving her, wanting her. Smiling she gently starts to stroke him and he moans with such pleasure, reaching down running his fingers through her hair and rubbing wherever he can touch. Monica is just as aroused as he is, she wants him inside her, she wants him to be part of her, but she doesn't want it to end so quickly. She eases her way closer, taking his penis into her mouth and all she hears is 'oh God.' 

Loving this man and every part of his chiseled body, she enjoys going down on him. She teases, she plays - she drives him crazy. Stroking and licking the underside of his shaft, Jon can't take it anymore. He has to have her. He grabs her and turns her to face him and lifts her up so she is straddling him. She leans in and kisses him with the passion of a thousand candles and eases her self down on him. They are one. 

Slowly and passionately, Monica works it up and down. Slow and fast, and Jon is about to die. She remembers the sounds and the faces that he makes when he is about to cum. At the slightest face or familiar sound she switches up what she's doing. Up on him, she sits upright and runs her fingernails through his chest hair, reaches back and runs her nails up and down his things. 

He's looking at her - her firm breasts, her milky soft skin and says to her, " I have missed this. Everything about this. My god, look at you. Absolutely beautiful!" Monica can only do one thing, and that was smile. 

He sat up so they are face to face and he grabs the back of her hair. Giving him full access to her neck. He kisses, nibbles and sucks on her neck, holding her hair with one hand and rubbing her back and ass with the other one. Monica rises just a little bit, and Jon just grabs her. "Not yet!" He says. "Don't move." Holding Monica so she can't move. 

The urge to orgasm passing, Jon flips her over so that he is now on top, looking down at her. "Ha ha, now it's my turn." Monica cannot wait! Kissing him felt so right to her and having him inside of her felt so right. 

Their love making went way into the afternoon. They both were exhausted , so exhausted they fell asleep together. Their last orgasm was so intense, they just laid there facing one another and fell asleep. Jon was still inside her. They fucked, they made love to and with each other.

Argentina quickly became a place that the both of them loved.  They made sure that they made time for each other and swore that they would make them a priority.  Jon's new found, quick fame was turning out to be the biggest mood killer, and Monica wan't going to let it happen anymore.