Spencer got home and was surprised to find it seeming so empty. His apartment had always been his refuge, done in muted colors, and furnished with comfortable, worn leather chairs and sofa, plush throw rugs, soft lighting with special lamps to read by, with dark, heavy mahogany bookshelves lining every wall, nearly floor to ceiling.
It was perfect for him and he loved it. Usually. Now any time away from JJ just made him miss her, and he couldn't wait to get back to her. Just thinking about her, the way she'd lain against him, stroking him, the smell of her hair, her body pushed against his…
He walked back to his bedroom, removing clothes as he went, throwing them into an open hamper in his closet. He strode naked into the bathroom, craving a good shower. He'd cleaned up as best he could at JJ's after he'd come against her, and the memory of it, while slightly embarrassing, began his arousal anew. Spencer had always been incredibly sensitive in his nether regions, the slightest rub or brushing up against something, even by accident was arousing, and he never gave it much thought, other than thinking that most people must be like that too. He rather enjoyed it, actually.
He turned on the warm water and let it get hot, stepping into the deep, 1940s-style inlaid tub. He moved under the stream, setting the shower head to pulse, and grabbing the soap as his thoughts turned to JJ once more. He thought about the soft skin of her throat and her shoulders that he'd wanted to touch for years, her warm hugs that she'd always given, melting herself into him.
The bathroom began to get steamy, and he gasped as he leaned into the stream, water pelting against his stiffening cock. He leaned back against the tiles as his arousal grew, his thoughts filled with JJ, imagining her naked body, his hands fondling her breasts… he ran his hands through his wet hair and he turned so the stream was fully hitting his cock. The sensation of the hot water and his thoughts of JJ bringing him near climax already, and he moaned as his breath came faster. He gently thrust his hips in time to the pulsing of the water and he pressed his hands against the tile, knowing he didn't even have to touch himself for the forceful stream to make him come. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, moaning as he thought of JJ's pretty mouth on his cock, her supple lips surrounding him, sucking him, his hands in her hair and…"aaahhhUUHHHH," he groaned as he ejaculated, so hard, shooting cum with every thrust of his hips, his cock red and throbbing, jerking with the intensity of his orgasm. He lifted his head, breathing hard and whispered "oh my god… that was... wow."
Through half-lidded eyes he languorously finished soaping up his slender body, the slippery suds washing away the worries of the past day… he rinsed, then shut off the water and grabbed a fluffy towel off the stand by the tub, running it over his hair and then tucking it around his trim waist. He went back into the bedroom and took a duffle bag down from the shelf in the closet, and started to pack a few things, tossing some socks and underwear into the bag and dropped his towel before leaning over to put on a fresh pair of boxers. His phone interrupted and he went to answer, glad it was JJ.
"Hey beautiful," he answered, still naked and a little breathless.
"Hey yourself. Just wanted to say hi."
His heart swelled at her sweet gesture, and he sat on the bed's edge, flattered and touched.
"Hi back, and I love you. I'm almost dressed and then I'm heading back. Do you or Henry need anything?"
"No, we both took a short nap, and it was surprisingly effective. For the first time in days I don't feel worn out."
He smiled. "Ahh, I'm so glad to hear that. You amaze me, how fast you're healing, how well you're doing already."
"Yeah, I'm pretty amazing," she said, then they both laughed.
"Yeah, oh, and conceited." He tossed back at her.
They both laughed again and she said "There's something else… mom called and she wants to take Henry for a day or so."
"How do you feel about that?"
"At first I told her no, I've missed him so much, Spence. But there's a new water park she wants to take him to, and I'd feel like a big meanie if I didn't let him go."
"Yeah, you're that alright," he snorted.
"You aren't helping."
"Aw, well… do what you feel is best, of course. It's your call. I'm good either way. Henry is always a blast to have around."
"I was hoping you'd say that. How is it you always manage to say the perfect thing?"
"I'm a genius," he replied, smiling into the phone.
She laughed again and said "Yes… yes you are. MY genius."
His heart leapt to hear her say so, and he felt himself stirring again, the blood rushing to his cock from the purr in her voice. "Ahh, JJ. You have no idea what you do to me when you talk like that…"
"Oh, I think I have some idea," she said, wickedly. "Hurry back."
"God beautiful, I will," he promised. "Oh but I do have to make one stop first. You sure you're okay?"
"Fine, Spence. Are you?"
He reached down and began touching himself, stroking it up and down as they talked. God, her voice was like an injected sex drug. He couldn't stop his response, but all he said was "I'm… more than okay."
Her next sentence was like a lightning bolt to his cock. "Are you naked?"
"What? No!" he said, too quickly.
"I think you're naked. I think you just got out of the shower and you're sitting there naked talking to me right now."
"JJ-"
"I hear your breathing, Spence." She dropped her voice an octave. "What if I said I was?"
"Ahh, JJ" he said again.
"What if I said I was just getting ready to shower, myself? What if I said your voice, and thinking of you in all that steamy hot water is getting me… wet?"
He moaned lightly, moving his hand up and down his shaft. He felt lit from within and wanted her so badly right then. He lay back on the bed.
"That's my man," she said. You're touching it, aren't you? Are you stroking it slowly, Spence? Listen to me. I want you to do exactly as I tell you, alright?"
He nodded, then whispered "Yes…"
"Close your eyes…"
"Okay…"
"Now picture me, with nothing on, pressing up against you, kissing you, my arms around you, lightly scratching your back, my breasts pressing against your chest…"
"God, JJ…"
"Shhh… now imagine I'm going lower, I lick first one, then the other of your nipples, as my hand moves down to rub your cock and stroke your balls… you feel my soft hair against your chest and your hands are on my tits, squeezing them and lightly pinching my nipples and then…"
"Ah…tell me," he whispered, panting, stroking harder now.
"I slide down between your knees and lightly lick the tip of your hard cock, swirling my tongue around and moving my hand up and down your shaft… like you're doing now. Then I take you in my mouth Spence, baby… I lick you and suck your cock and take you all in, as far as you go, and I'm stroking you, sweet man, all at the same time and it's so hot and you taste sooo gooood…"
Spencer cried out her name as he came again, just as hard, maybe harder, shooting endless streams against his stomach and nothing had ever prepared him for what he was feeling. The physical was overwhelming, but it was the emotional, the connection that was the best part. It was over in just minutes, but his body was spent, completely and totally relaxed, and buzzing in the afterglow.
He picked up the dropped phone and murmured "Wow," for the second time that day.
"Pretty cool, huh?" she said, and he could hear the smile in her voice. "I'll see you soon, beautiful man. I love you."
He felt her warmth radiating through the connection and he said, groggy, "JJ I love you too, so much. Thank you, that was… astounding."
"You're astounding. Hurry back," she said.
They broke the connection and Spencer's arm flopped to his side, dropping the phone again. So THIS was what total sexual satisfaction felt like. He felt wonderful, completely relaxed, completely sated, and at peace. The only thing that would possibly make it better is if she were actually there with him. How had he ever gone this long without it? He knew, it was without a doubt, because he had gone this long… without her.