Merry Christmas! Happy Yule! Joyful Holidays! Whatever you celebrate this time of year. Anyways here is the next chapter, I will be posting another one soon-ish because I decided to add something so instead of one long chapter at around 4500 words you are getting this one and then another in a few days.
Anyways, enjoy!
Jonathan awoke slowly. He was feeling relaxed for the first time in ages, perhaps even in his life. He had never felt this good before. It was odd, being so relaxed. Breathing out slowly, Jonathan became aware of something warm next to him. Cracking his eyes open, he was greeted by the sight of a smooth pale neck and a mass of long dark hair. Eyes traveling upwards, Jonathan saw the face attached to the neck.
"Isabel," he sighed. This had to be a dream. Shifting, he lifted up his hand and hovered it above her cheek. Something deep inside him was calling him to touch her but he didn't want to break the dream. His hand was out of his control though as it lowered to caresses her face. When the dream didn't break Jonathan allowed his thumb to brush against her lower lip.
Propping himself up on his elbow, Jonathan leaned over the dream and pressed his lips against hers. The dream was so realistic that he could feel the softness of her lips and her sweet taste. Pulling back, Jonathan watched as her eyelids fluttered open. A smile crossed his lips and the illusion in front of him smiled back.
"Like a fairytale, awakened by a kiss," his dream said.
"I have never had a dream this good before." Jonathan confessed, his thumb running over her lips again tracing the smile.
She laughed lightly. "This isn't a dream, Jonathan."
"It—" Jonathan cut himself off as the memories of last night came rushing back. "It isn't a dream."
Lifting Isabel's head, Jonathan kissed her deeply. She kissed him back, her tongue sliding over his. When he pulled back Jonathan was smiling once again. "This isn't a dream."
"I don't think I have ever seen you smile this much," Isabel said as she reached up and cupped his cheek. "You are so handsome when you smile."
Jonathan chuckled before kissing her forehead, "how are you feeling?"
"I am the one that should be asking you that. How are your bruises?"
"I am fine, Pet, I've had worse. But how are you? I didn't hurt you did I? When we…"
"I am a bit sore, but I feel more sticky and dirty. I haven't bathed in a while." Isabel bit her bottom lip as she blushed, in combination it was something that Jonathan found very attractive. "Would you like to takeashowertogether?"
She said the last part very quickly but Jonathan understood her. "Shower together? Yes, I believe I would like that."
Isabel's blush deepened and even Jonathan felt his ears tinge red at the idea. "In…in the position that we are in, I believe it would be easiest for you to get out first."
She nodded, biting her lower lip once again. Lifting the covers she slipped out of bed. Jonathan stared at the curve of her hips from behind. Just between her thighs, he spotted a streak of red. The sight sent a strange sensation of pride running through him. How primitive, to feel pride over taking a woman's virginity.
"What are you looking at? Is there something on me?" Isabel asked subconsciously craning her neck to look at her back but failing horribly.
"No, Pet, just marveling at how beautiful you are," Jonathan replied slipping out of the covers himself. He saw Isabel glance down at his flaccid member and blush once again. "See something you like?"
Isabel pressed her lips together but could not hide a smile. Determinedly looking away, Isabel walked to the bathroom. Jonathan yawned and stretched, taking in the condition of his body after the beating from the Batman as he did so. He wasn't too badly injured as it had originally appeared, mostly just bruised with minor cuts. As he started towards the bathroom, he discovered he was limping slightly. Looking down at his ankle, he saw it was swollen. He would need to put ice on that,. The sound of running water met his ears, as soon as he was done showering.
Opening the door to the bathroom, he discovered Isabel already inside the shower. "Isn't the water cold?"
She peeked out and nodded, "yes…will you come and warm me up?"
Isabel was biting her lip again and the sight caused Jonathan to breathe out deeply as he tried to control the surge of blood that went to his nether-regions. "Y-yes, no need to get you sick," Jonathan stammered as he near stumbled towards the shower, part of him still believing that this was a dream.
Luckily the shower was big enough for the both of them thanks to the inlaid tub. Pulling back the curtain, Jonathan swallowed thickly as he stepped in. The lack of glasses and the mist of the showerhead caused Isabel's form to be a bit hazy, it only made her look more like a goddess. Reaching out, Jonathan pulled her into a kiss.
Isabel gasped at the sudden movement, allowing him to slip his tongue inside. As he wrapped his arms around her, Isabel's cold hands moved up his chest, causing him to shiver. Their kiss heated just as the water did and by the time water was at decent showering temperature, Isabel was moaning in his arms. Breaking their kiss, Jonathan grabbed the shampoo. "Wet your hair," he told her, his voice gruffer than usual.
Though she looked disappointed, Isabel obeyed. Once she was done, Jonathan poured a liberal amount of shampoo onto his hands and lathered them up. Pulling her against him, gently this time, Jonathan began working the later through her hair.
"I love your long hair," he said as he worked. "I love the feel of it. I love the smell of it, the smell of you. I love the way it falls down your back, the way it curtains around your face when you become engrossed in a book. Never cut your hair."
"Never," Isabel agreed breathily as she relaxed underneath his ministrations. When Jonathan was done with her hair, he helped her to rinse it then he grabbed the bar of soap. Wetting it, he then began to rub it against her skin in small circles. As he washed her, Jonathan purposely avoided her breasts. Eventually, Jonathan reached her sex.
From his current position crouched down with his head by her hips, Jonathan looked up at her. She was looking down at him and breathing heavily. With his hands, Jonathan backed her up against the shower wall. Then as he ran the soap over her legs, he also parted them. Putting the soap back on the shelf, Jonathan began running his hands up her legs until he reached her hips. Glancing up at her once more, Jonathan leaned in and pressed his lips against her sex.
Isabel gasped at the sensation and her hands flew down to his head. A slight grin crossing his lips, Jonathan ran his tongue against the wet folds. As Isabel gasped and mewled, Jonathan licked and sucked on her flesh. She tasted sweet but at the same time there was an arousing tang to her liquid.
"J-Jonathan!" Isabel cried sweetly as her fingers gripped his hair. Her pleasure only drove Jonathan further on. Removing one of his hands from her hips, he pressed two of his fingers inside of her. Instantly, Jonathan felt her inner walls clench around him. Jonathan smirked as Isabel cried out in ecstasy. As her waves of pleasure faded, Jonathan stood up, taking himself in his hand and pumping lightly.
"You scream so beautifully," he said as he leaned over her. Isabel looked up at him with hazy eyes and a smile laced with satisfaction.
"I will scream only for you from now on," she said, reaching her limp arms up and pulling him down for a kiss.
Kissing her passionately, Jonathan gripped her thighs, parting her legs even further. Lining himself up, Jonathan plunged inside of her without warning, causing Isabel to cry into his mouth. He knew she would still be sensitive from her first orgasm and Jonathan grinned into their kiss as she shivered in his arms. His thrusts were quick and slick due to her juices from before and soon Jonathan was emptying himself inside of her. Bracing himself against the slick shower wall with his forearm, Jonathan panted. Coming down from his high, he became aware of the cool water pounding against his back. They had been in the shower so long they had used up all of the hot water.
"Perhaps we should get out," he suggested, reaching behind him and shutting off the water.
Isabel looped her arms around his neck and brought him down for a lazy kiss. "Yes, I quite agree."
She slipped out of his arms and stepped onto the rug. Grabbing one of the thin towels, she began drying her hair. With a smirk, Jonathan grabbed another towel and began to dry her body. Isabel moaned softly as he massaged her muscles. "Are you hungry, Pet?" Jonathan asked as he finished drying her off.
"Yes, I will start breakfast while you start drying off."
"Actually, there isn't any food left in the apartment," Jonathan admitted as he ruffled his hair dry with the towel.
"What? Why not? There was when you...when I left."
"Yes, but as a precaution against mold and waste, whenever I act on one of my plans that will attract Batman's attention, I dump it outside for the homeless in case I am captured."
Isabel smiled and kissed his cheek. "Giving to the homeless, how noble of you."
"Don't tell anyone now, you'll ruin my image." Jonathan said, then gave her a light smack on her rear. "Now go get dressed. We will find a cafe to eat at."
With a squeal and giggle Isabel left to change, leaving Jonathan alone. As he finished drying off, Jonathan looked at himself in the mirror. He was checking once again to make sure that he was not dreaming. It did feel dream like. This whole affair….Isabel coming back to him, Isabel and him making love, him feeling this happy. The last time he had felt this happy was when he found out that he was hired on at the University, and even then his own cockiness had diminished the feeling since he felt that he deserved the position.
With yet another smile, Jonathan took some painkillers from the cabinet and swallowed them dry. In retrospect, it was not a good idea to put so much pressure on his ankle so soon. He might have to have Isabel drive as it was his right ankle. There was a soft knock on the door. "Jonathan, I am ready."
"Right, Pet, I am coming." Wrapping the towel around his waist, Jonathan stepped out. Seeing Isabel standing there, Jonathan kissed her cheek. "Be ready in a second."
Stepping into the bedroom, Jonathan changed quickly. A sweater vest over his shirt, a tie, and his slacks. He would forgo the suit for breakfast. Offering her his arm, Jonathan and Isabel left for a quiet breakfast together.
Alright question time! I know, what is your favorite/best present that you have received? Mine would probably my car. My Grandmother died last year and the car went to all of her children so my Mom and Dad bought it off the rest of them and gave it to me as an early graduation present. Rather sad history to the car but having it allowed me a whole bunch of opportunities with working, friends, and just life. It meant a lot.