WARNING: I would like to reiterate once again that this story is purely for smut purposes. Yes, I will try to have J+S build an actual relationship as all my stories are like that, but I really just wanted to write one that has sex galore. So, if reading about sex in each chapter annoys you or you just aren't into it - well, sorry about that. Just don't read it? With that being said...LEMONS BELOW!

I also do not own any characters in this story and am not profiting off of it in any way.

When the two stepped out from the shower and Sarah reached for her discarded clothes, Jareth's voice sounded from behind her.

"Don't get dressed."

She looked over her shoulder, confused by what he meant. God, did he want to go again! "I thought you were tired from skiing?"

He chuckled. "I am. But I still don't want you to get dressed. I want to be able to see you."

With that, he walked to the nearby closet and opened the doors that led to the huge walk in space. He pulled something from a hanger, which Sarah recognized as a black see through kimono the moment he held it out to her.

Sarah drew in her breath. "Um. How many women have worn that?"

He gave a soft, playful smile. "None, precious. I got it solely for you, before I came here."

She smirked and leaned past him, trying to look into the closet. "What else did you buy for me?"

"Naughty, naughty," he said, moving to stand in front of her and closing the door. "You'll find out when I give them to you, and if I catch you peeking, I'll have to spank you."

Sarah bit her lip and spoke unguardedly. "That just makes it even more tempting."

"Why, Sarah, I didn't know you liked to play that way." He raised his eyebrows, looking heatedly amused.

She took the kimono from his hands and shrugged playfully, flipping her hair in the process. "Yeah, well. There's a lot you don't know about me."

His dark eyes pinned her in place. "And I'm looking forward to exploring everything there is to know about you. But for now, put that on and let's go make dinner. I'm famished."

Sarah couldn't help the surprised look that took over her face then; she felt her eyebrows raise, for she couldn't believe Jareth could cook. She also couldn't believe he wanted to watch her in this damn robe while they did cook. "I'm supposed to make dinner in this?" She let out a short, sarcastic laugh. "Only this?"

"Yes," he replied with no hesitation. "I want to be able to see you whenever I glance over. What's more…I want to be able to touch your perfect, smooth pussy if I feel the urge."

A small gasp escaped Sarah's mouth as his brashness. Well, then. A fresh frisson of heat skittered down her spine, which was an indication that she should quit arguing. She knew the notion turned her on more than it should have, so she slipped on the barely-there robe as Jareth stepped into black jogger style pants. He put on nothing more, and she couldn't help but wonder something as she pulled her hair out from under the back of the robe.

"Why aren't you wearing your scary get up I last saw you in? You look so…not like how I remember you."

He tilted his head and gave a shy smile. "You don't approve of this look?"

She shook her head in defense. "No, I…I do, I just figured when you're not around other people you'd be more comfortable being…yourself. Don't feel like you have to look this way to…appease me or something."

"Darling, I appreciate the thought," he said somewhat haughtily. "But no offense…it's nothing to do with not wanting to frighten you or anything of the sort. I suppose I'm up here so often that I've gotten quite used to looking this way and haven't thought twice otherwise. But if you'd prefer my more natural look…"

Without further ado, Jareth conjured a crystal and no more than a few seconds later was he back to how Sarah remembered him all those years ago; his short, coiffed hair was now more white blonde, and grew out past his pecs. He seemed to glimmer a bit more too, and his eyebrows were swept in their normal Fae fashion.

Sarah gulped, growing immensely turned on. He looked…good. She'd forgotten how turned on by him she was at just fifteen and quite fondly recalled going through her first sexual awakening at the sight of him all those years ago.

"Better?" he asked conceitedly when she didn't say anything. He knew she approved by the aroused look on her face.

Trying to regain her composure and look unaffected, Sarah cleared her throat. "Yeah, sure. Both looks are good. But this is more you. I guess."

Jareth chuckled. "I'm glad you approve."

He then took her hand to lead her out of the room. Together, they made their way into the kitchen where Jareth found a frozen lasagna and a loaf of garlic bread in the freezer, mentioning they were from his last visit. Sarah had seen them, but bought her own food for the stay.

They worked together in the kitchen, opening a bottle of wine, getting the lasagna in the oven, finding plates and utensils, and Sarah offered up the salad she'd assembled from the local grocery store. At first, she felt weird walking around in the robe, but slowly, she began to feel…sensual, knowing that even as their dinner preparations weren't about sex, they really were and she couldn't help but think how easily someone could see her right now from across the way.

"You realize that anyone on any other hillside nearby who happens to have binoculars or a telescope could see us right now," she said out loud just as she'd finished tossing the salad.

Jareth cast a devilish grin. "But we'll never know, so what's the harm? Speaking of telescopes…"

Sarah watched as Jareth walked out of the kitchen onto the nearby balcony. She didn't know what he was doing, but quickly found out when she followed him. There, outside in the cold, frigid weather, on the vast balcony overlooking the mountains, was a black large telescope. A very fancy looking telescope at that.

"Of course you'd have one of those," she said while hugging herself. "Do you look at people through that?"

He gave his a head a matter of fact tilt. "No, precious. I look at stars through my telescope. But now that you mention it…it isn't a half bad idea." He winked.

She rolled her eyes and went back into the house to prevent from getting frostbite on her exposed vagina. Jareth followed, and she heard him shut the glass sliders from behind her.

"So, you haven't always been such a voyeur?" she asked as she turned around to look at him.

She watched him consider the question. "I suppose I've always had tendencies toward watching; always been fascinated by the visual aspect of sex. But I've never been as riveted by it as I am right now. With you."

Why did that warm her heart? She supposed, even if it was silly, it made her feel a little bit special to him in some way – different from all the other women he'd surely been with.

"Really?" she questioned.

"Yes," he replied, walking to her to put his hands on her hips. "And I think you should know…I love being able to look at you and seeing your breasts through that sheer fabric. And I love being able to see your naked pussy and ass when you bend over."

She pulled in her breath and knew instinctively that her nipples jutted prominently at the transparent fabric. He smiled at her reaction and gave a quick peck on her forehead before walking to the oven to presumably check on the lasagna.

Damn him! Leaving me all hot and bothered after saying something like that. Well two can play that game.

Sarah huffed and walked over to the oven too, where she stepped in front of Jareth right before he could open it. She slowly bent over as she opened the oven doors with her own hands, knowingly exposing herself, and took her time doing it. She bit her lip, excitement rushing through her.

"I know what you're doing, precious," he said from behind. "I usually prefer the main course before dessert, but I'm willing to make an exception if you keep doing that."

Smiling, Sarah stood up straight and closed the oven. "I think the lasagna needs about ten more minutes."

"I can do a lot in ten minutes," Jareth said lustfully, taking a step closer to her.

She shook her head and took a few steps back from him, toying with him now. "Nuh uh. You'll have to wait, Mr."

Sarah then walked away and stood on the other side of the granite countertop across from Jareth, and sipped her wine innocently while leaning over.

"So," she began. "Tell me about your job up here, corporate raider. Are all your takeovers hostile?"

Jareth smiled at her playfulness. "Most are friendly, actually," he admitted. "I look for companies in trouble, find investors to go in with me, and arrange a buyout. Then I restructure the company – sometimes selling off parts of it, other times just reorganizing it to be more cost-effective. When a company is in serious trouble, I can be doing them a big favor and they usually know it. Hence the lack of hostility," he said with a grin.

"So you own a bunch of companies, then?" she asked, clearly impressed.

"Well, I own pieces of a lot of companies. Sometimes I sell the pieces off after I've made a good profit, and I use the money to orchestrate the next takeover. Mostly though, I give it to Ericka for her own future investments."

She tilted her head. "That's sweet of you. No wonder she always has nice things."

"Do I sense bitterness, precious?"

Sarah furrowed her eyebrows. "No, not at all. I love Ericka, I would never be resentful towards her. Except for when she hides major secrets from me, that is."

She sighed and sipped more of her wine, not wanting to get into that subject again. At least, not right now. "How exactly did you get into this line of work, anyway?" she inquired. "Does anyone from your world care that you're up here doing this?"

Jareth chuckled. He loved that she was actually interested in his double life; their relationship could be based purely on sex, yet she was wanting to get to know him. The thought thrilled him. "It seemed like the most logical thing to do, seeing as I practically do it in the Underground. Ruling a kingdom, overseeing and fixing things, negotiating…I'm also good at analyzing so I figured it would be the best way to utilize my time up here. I never thought I'd love it so much, though. As for your second question…no, nobody cares. That I am aware of anyway. As long as I remain true to my duty as Goblin King then it isn't really anyone else's business."

"I see," Sarah replied. "And your mother doesn't get mad at you?" she then asked. "For not being there with her?"

"Precious, I am there plenty. My mother encourages me to have a relationship with my aunt and Ericka, as a matter of fact."

"But how the hell do you get away with double lives?" she questioned. The idea that Jareth was able to pull off being a corporate millionaire and avoiding client and business calls while still running a functioning kingdom perplexed her. There was just no way…

"Like I said earlier; being powerful means you can get away with pretty much whatever you want," he told her. "I can bend time, manipulate people's thoughts and ideas, coerce them into doing things…"

"Okay, I get it," Sarah said, cutting him off while laughing. "You're powerful and can do everything and anything because you're a magical king. What else do you like to do?"

"Fly. It's the best feeling in the world. Second only to sex, of course."

She smirked and sipped her wine. "I forgot you can turn into an owl."

"Is there…anything else I can remind you of, precious?" he purred.

Sarah understood the subtle hint, but she wouldn't give in. Yet. "I'll let you know when I think of something," she said, winking.

"What about you?" he then asked, as he sipped his own wine.

She looked down for a brief moment and sighed lightly. She knew where this was headed. "What about me?"

"Why do you feel the need to look for different jobs?" he elucidated. "You dislike your current one?"

Sarah had no idea how to answer that question without turning the conversation into a depressing soap opera. Plus it was embarrassing to admit that she'd been working at a strip club as a waitress and hostess for the past several years. Especially since Jareth's life was seemingly perfect. God she was dull.

"Well, I can't be a waitress slash hostess forever," she answered. "I'm twenty nine, and I need a real career. Luckily I have a bachelor's degree and got that before everything in my life turned to crap, so I'm trying to get back into doing what I love."

"Which is what?"

"News reporting," she said simply. "Journalism and media studies was my major back in college. I was interning then working part time at one such news agency at the time my mom found out she had cancer. But I chose to take care of her. So I forfeited my dreams and worked a bunch of odd jobs ever since to help out."

She looked at Jareth to see what his reaction would be. She didn't want to see a look of pity, or a look of disgust. Instead, he remained neutral in his expression and body language and probed on.

"Your mother passed away how many years ago?" he asked.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Sarah replied, "Three. Why?"

"Forgive me if this sounds insensitive and ignorant, but…why wouldn't you just get back into the swing of things after her passing?" Jareth wanted to know. "It's been six years since she passed, I don't understand why you wouldn't pursue your passion back then?"

Sarah just shrugged. Everyone asked her that and she always had the same excuse. "Money. I had too many medical bills to pay. My mom didn't have insurance and I got into the habit of enjoying the fast and easy money to pay shit off."

"Yet you want a different job now," he indicated.

She didn't know if that was a question or statement, but it sounded like the latter. This whole conversation was starting to irritate her; she hated talking about herself, especially when it was so…humiliating. At least to her it was.

"Yes. Is that weird or something?" she asked. "Normally people support one another when they're trying to get a new job, which by the way isn't unusual."

Jareth tilted his head trying to understand this woman. He didn't want to come across as unsupportive but he was trying to work out this situation in his head; she loved reporting news but gave up on that dream to care for her ill mother. She then worked a bunch of odd jobs as she called it to pay off debt, but rather than going into a field she enjoyed after her mother's untimely passing, she stayed in those jobs because she liked the fast income. Yet now she wants to change things. I wonder what finally made her change her mind…

"I think it's wonderful you want to pursue your longtime goal," he said. "I suppose I just don't understand why you suddenly have an interest in doing so after all this time. Surely there's some sort of reason why you're finally making a life change."

"Do I need a reason?" she retorted clearly annoyed. "I guess I'm just over everything that's why, and now seems like a good idea to finally do something about it."

"Over what exactly? If you're not good at your current profession I'd understand..."

"I am good at it," she interrupted defensively.

"Then why quit? Especially if you make good money."

"Because my current job is a joke and I hate it, okay!" Sarah yelled. She looked up at the ceiling, hating that she was suddenly so worked up over this. Why was she so damn defensive? Jareth was just trying to comprehend her situation and get to know her, yet she didn't want to explain herself. But the cat was out of the bag, she supposed. She sighed before continuing. "I just…I feel like a loser. Everyone else around me has done amazing things with their life and here I am, up to eyeballs in debt regardless of how much I make at a dead beat job. It's never enough. I already lost my mom and I'm about to lose my apartment and my sanity and I came here to get away from all of that. I figured a new environment would help clear my mind and I could job hunt at the same time, but then you came into the picture, and threw another wrench in my life and now you're judging me and probably think I'm a failure and I wouldn't blame you for hating yourself for sleeping with someone whose life has gone nowhere. In fact, you probably are disgusted with having sex with someone like me. I get it and I don't blame you."

"Are you finished rambling?" Jareth said.

Sarah only scoffed. She couldn't believe him! "Wow, you're so insensitive. Is that a fae trait or something?"

She suddenly felt too exposed in her robe and tried covering herself up with her hands, to no avail. She needed to get away from this situation. "I'm leaving," she said before he could answer and walked out of the kitchen.

"Sarah, wait," she heard Jareth say.

She ignored him and continued storming through the house to her room where she'd go pack. Again. That plan was soon thwarted though, when Jareth was abruptly in front of her, blocking her way. She gasped at his sudden appearance and was visibly startled. Damn him and his magic!

"Sarah, I didn't mean to upset you," he told her. "Would you please listen?"

"Get out of my way, Jareth," she demanded. "I just want to leave."

"Give me one good reason why and I'll consider moving."

"Because…because you're rude!" she exclaimed.

He folded his arms and tilted his head. "And what did I do that was rude?"

She looked around as though it was so obvious and stammered over her words. "Because… you're judging me and I can tell you're repulsed by me. I'm not good enough for you, I get it."

"Sarah…did those words ever leave my mouth?" he asked, putting his hands on his hips.

Shit. Had they? She couldn't exactly remember if they had or not, but something was telling her that he didn't really ever come out and actually say the words, but she didn't want to admit it. "I can't remember. Probably, though. Indirectly I mean."

He only sighed. "Sarah. I did not, would not, and have not, ever thought ill about you in any way," he assured her. "You're making assumptions about me and I don't take too kindly to that. I am not repulsed by you, you silly woman. Especially not by whatever line of work you're involved in."

She looked up at him hesitantly. "You're…you're not?"

"Of course not. Why would I be?"

"Well, because after I explained things the only response you could come up with was, 'are you done rambling?'"

He smiled and shook his head; he couldn't believe how she'd misconstrued that. "I said that because you were saying things which weren't true and wouldn't stop. I was not judging you and as I just said, I am not disgusted by you. On the contrary, I've thoroughly enjoyed fucking you. Something I'd like to do right now, in fact."

She gulped. She was so ashamed of herself over her lifestyle and job, that she had literally tried sabotaging her chances with someone like Jareth. She couldn't believe how dumb she'd acted. Yet he still wanted her. "But…the lasagna…"

"Will be fine," he said, cutting her off. "Unless you'd prefer to eat, that is."

Nodding slowly, she said, "I am kind of hungry."

"Then we'll eat," he replied, taking her hand.

He led her back into the kitchen and drew out a chair for her to sit down in. She felt like such an idiot now and was mortified over her behavior. She didn't know what compelled her to act in such a defensive manner; Jareth really hadn't done anything wrong. She just hated explaining her life and was afraid he'd think of her as a failure. Only, the opposite had occurred instead.

"I'm sorry," she blurted out. "I'm such an idiot."

"You're not," he said, getting their plates together.

He soon joined her, and sat a plate down in front of her. The lasagna smelled heavenly, as did the garlic bread and the salad looked just as delicious. She didn't realize how hungry she had actually been.

"Don't be so hard on yourself," he eventually added. "I apologize if I came across as too pushy. I only wanted to better grasp your mindset and why you felt a surge of empowerment to make such changes in your life. But if you don't wish to talk about it, I won't egg you on further. I'm sorry."

"You don't have anything to be sorry for," she said. "I overreacted. Something I'm good at."

He put his hand on hers and she looked to him; he was smiling and suddenly kissing her knuckles. He knew when to stop instigating a subject matter when someone wasn't having it; and Sarah definitely was not having it moments ago. He didn't apprehend why she was so insecure regarding the status of her job, though he supposed he could understand why she'd be embarrassed to a degree. Not that any of it bothered him; in fact, he appreciated that Sarah worked tirelessly unlike some lazy mortals he knew. Perhaps he would offer to help at a different time concerning her apartment issue. The thought of her losing her home made him feel completely helpless, and he knew she'd take offense if he asked to aid her, but he wanted to try anyway. First, he would to give her time to get over the touchy subject and hopefully find out more about her life and what she'd been doing for the past decade when she trusted him a bit more.

"You live and you learn, precious," he finally said. "Now let's just enjoy our meal, shall we?"

"You don't seem much like Ericka," Jareth pointed out in the midst of their conversation.

They'd just finished dinner and had enjoyed small talk throughout the course of it. Sarah was glad Jareth had moved on so quickly from her outburst and she loved how surprisingly kind and calm he was. He seemed so…different, to say the least, when she had initially met him. Who would have thought?

"Opposites attract, I guess," Sarah replied. "Even in friendship. Now, you, on the other hand, seem exactly like Ericka."

He raised his eyebrows. "Oh?"

"Confident. Take charge. Sex-crazy."

He blinked. "Ericka is sex-crazy?"

And she flinched. "Well, uh. I mean, not really. Just normal female stuff, you know." She was trying to back pedal now; she probably shouldn't tell Jareth this kind of stuff about his cousin, whom he mostly saw as a younger sister. Damnit.

He shrugged and took a gulp of his wine. "I suppose it wouldn't matter. It's her life, not mine. I just never realized she had a wild side."

Sarah looked sheepish. "She probably doesn't want you to worry."

"Ericka can handle herself," Jareth said. He didn't wish to discuss his cousin's sexual antics. She was pure in his eyes, and he hated to think she would act like him in any sense. He needed to move on from this subject he realized. "Want to see some stars, precious?" he then asked Sarah out of the blue.

Boy was he mercurial, she thought. "Um, yeah. Yeah, that would be nice," Sarah answered. Who didn't love a good star show, after all?

"See it?" he asked, having just relinquished the telescope to her. He'd shown her Orion and was now helping her locate Canis Major, explaining the latter was supposed to be Orion's hunting dog.

"I think so," Sarah lied, shivering from the cold.

"That bright star at the dog's neck is Sirius – it's the brightest visible from Earth besides the sun."

"Oh, wait. I see it now," she affirmed, her lithe body warming slightly and flinching from delight at actually finding it. "I see the dog's shape." She took her eye from the telescope to glance up at him from her partially bent position. "Although those astronomers had a vivid imagination to think that was a dog."

Jareth laughed. "Okay, let's try another one. I'd show you Lepus, the rabbit that Orion and his dog are hunting, but if you can't buy the dog shape, seeing the rabbit is hopeless for you. Let's look for Gemini."

Taking back control of the telescope, he moved it until he found the large constellation he sought. Then, stepping back so Sarah could look, he explained how to find it among the stars he'd focused on.

"The twins are like stick figures," he concluded, rubbing his hand lightly over her ass through the filmy fabric that covered it, "tilted heavily to the left. Although they really weren't twins – just brothers."

Slowly, Sarah looked up at him, her eyes filled with question. "How do you know about this stuff?"

"Another hobby," he said with a slight grin. "Now get back to the looking for the twins, precious."

"Alright, Mr. Controlling," she replied as she turned around.

"Do you see them?" he asked, placing his hands gingerly at her hips.

"No."

He sighed and leaned in behind her, arms closing comfortable around her waist. "Let me look," he said.

He adjusted the telescope slightly, centering Gemini more. "Now, try again. They're right in the middle of the lens."

A moment later she asked him, "Does one of them have knee joints and the other one doesn't?"

He couldn't help but laugh a little bit; he'd never thought about it like that before. "Yes, the man on the left has knees."

"I got em," she said triumphantly.

"Good girl." He followed the urge to slide one hand up to caress her breast just then.

"What are you doing?" she questioned lightheartedly, still looking at the constellation.

"Having fun," he told her hotly in her ear, aware that his cock was growing hard against her lovely ass. He'd been aroused by the sight of her all evening in that robe, and admittedly, by the sweet, trusting control she let him have over her. Her breast was full and weighty in his hand through the fabric, and he massaged lightly, catching the taut nipple between thumb and forefinger. She whimpered gently, rubbing her bottom against his increasing erection and eliciting a soft moan from him as the sexy moves stiffened him more.

"Are you still looking at the stars?" he asked, dropped his other hand from her slender waist to stroke into her pussy.

"Yeah," she sighed, getting even warmer now despite the cold air. "Yeah, I'm still looking." Her voice had gone beautifully breathy.

"You're so wet for me already, precious," he rasped, raking his fingers through the welcoming moisture – deeper and deeper.

"Although," she said, her words coming between weak breaths now, "I don't think…the twins are both guys. I think…of them…is a girl."

He relished her sweet dewiness as his fingers made longer, stronger strokes through her slit. "Oh?" His breath came hard too. "Which one is she?"

"The one with the knees. I think she has knees…so she can do this." With those words, she turned in his grasp and knelt before him, eagerly taking his pants off to go down on him, exposing his cock in the process.

"Gods," he breathed, as she took him deep into the recesses of her mouth.

Sarah moved her lips up and down his shaft while he watched every glorious second of her enthusiastic affections. He'd noted she was particularly good at this in the shower, but this was a very pleasant reminder, far sooner than he'd expected.

"Fuck, Sarah. Keep sucking," he prodded, turned on by the sight of her head moving over him. He slid his hands to her face, ran the tips of his fingers down around her lips where they encased him. "Look at me," he commanded, lifting her face towards him.

She raised her gaze, and when their eyes locked it was all he could do not to come. He'd told her to look at him, but he suddenly couldn't return the favor, letting his head drop back with a deep groan.

Jareth was used to receiving fellatio from countless women in his many years of living, some of them damn good. But something about this experience, from Sarah, in this place, was different; better, more exciting than ever, and hurtling him closer to orgasm quicker than he could ever remember. So much that he forced himself to gently push her away, until his drenched cock sprung back against his stomach.

"If you keep doing what you're doing with your mouth…I'll explode in it."

"I wouldn't mind," she said, still kneeling before him, peering up.

His whole body went weak. The idea sounded hot, but he had other plans. He took her hands and helped her to feet before he lifted his palms to her face and kissed her, brisk but deep, the feeling leaving him light-headed. He leaned his forehead over to meet hers, fingers still lingering on her cheeks.

"When I come…I need you to feel me. Inside you. In your hot, beautiful cunt." He concluded with another kiss, slanted across her mouth, tongue dipping inside to find hers, drinking in the simple pleasure of having her arms twine about his neck. One kiss became two, then more, each getting him hotter, his cock now aching for her tight pussy.

Ending the kisses, he prodded her past the telescope, toward the window behind them, until her back pressed against it. Yanking at the sash of the little robe, he jerked the fabric apart and let his gaze fall on her every curve.

"So fucking gorgeous," he whispered.

"I want you," she breathed, drawing his eyes back to her face. "Fuck me, Jareth."

Nothing excited him more than hearing her talk that way. "Say it again. Tell me."

"Fuck me hard and deep. Make me scream."

Curling his hands possessively over her ass, he picked her up and nailed her to the window with his cock – hard, just like she wanted. She cried out, then leaned her head back against the glass in a huge sigh.

"You feel so fucking good in me," she moaned. "So good."

Jareth growled, her words continuing to excite him, propelling him to drive into her in long, hard strokes designed to make her feel every inch of him in her. Her legs locked around his back, scissoring to pull him into her, help him thrust, and her breasts brushed against his chest as she met each drive. When she began to set a slower rhythm, he had no choice but to follow. He couldn't reach her breasts in the angle they were in, so he kissed her mouth instead and then trailed more kisses along her slender neck.

When she lowered her gaze to him, she said on heavy, heated breaths, "You know someone really could be watching us right now."

"Does that excite you?" he asked. He knew she was right; while there were few other houses that could be seen in the distance from his, he knew he wasn't the only one who owned a telescope in the mountain dwelling area.

"Yes." Another heated breath and moan as she continued to move on him. "It does."

"Imagine someone is watching us then," he said. "Feel their eyes on us, just like I watched you touch yourself, just like I watched you fuck yourself with the vibrator."

She groaned heavily at the thought, arching against him, again and again.

"Do you want them to see you come, Sarah?"

She nodded, breath still ragged, eyes glazed with passion. "But mostly…I want you to see me. You to watch me."

"I'm watching, precious. I'm watching you fuck me slow and sweet. Come for me, Sarah. Let them see you."

She drew in her breath, deep, seeming to hold it – and then the climax broke over her with a high sob as she pushed her cunt harder against him, thrusting, thrusting, crying out, and in that moment, Jareth thought she was the most extraordinary woman he'd ever known.

She clung to him when it ended, and he hugged her tighter. Then he whispered, "I love watching you do that."

She lifted a small, sensual tongue kiss to his mouth in return. "I want more," she said after a few seconds.

"Darling, we've only just begun," he replied. Jareth lowered her to the floor but quickly shifted her to face the window. He pressed her palms flat to the cool window, same as he had in the shower. He slid his damp cock through the crack of her ass, teasing her beneath the robe still draping her shoulders and back, loving the way she arched toward him, offering herself.

It was an offer he couldn't resist, so he plunged back inside her without delay. She cried out, and he loved every bit of it.

He bent to breath in her ear. "Do you like it, Sarah? Do you like when my cock is in your tight little pussy?"

"Fuck!" she yelled when he pushed even deeper.

"Answer me," he growled through clenched teeth.

"God, yes!"

Next his hand dipped to her nude mound, and her cries increased as he let his middle finger linger over her swollen clit. He was going to make her come again.

He stroked her slit with each drive of his cock, moving his fingertips in rhythmic circles over the nub which protruded prominently at his touch.

"You're going to come for me again, Sarah," he promised her. He bit her neck, and she responded with a thready moan as he continued to plunge inside her, making her take every inch. "I'm going to come inside you so hard."

"Ugghh!" she burst out, hands still braced on the glass.

To help her along, he lifted his free hand from her hip and brushed his thumb across the tiny fissure of her ass, making her jolt.

"Come for me now," he demanded as he raked his thumb deeper over her anal opening – and then she erupted with deep, jagged cries, her whole body trembling with the force of the climax.

His own tension began to build, from watching her come – twice – from having his cock buried in her warmth for so long, from the imagined eyes out the windows, from everything he'd shared with her. He pumped into her furiously, his body taking over. He knew nothing but the force of wanting to pummel her hard, drive into her as deeply as possible. She still arched toward him, that sweet offering, and he took it, never slowing his strokes or easing up.

The very sounds of her cries and moans pushed him over the edge and into the abyss of pure, pulsating pleasure. He closed his eyes, seeing a whole new sky of twinkling stars as he emptied himself into her completely.

He slowly started to collapse afterward, so he slid his arms back around her to ease her to the floor with him.

"Still with me?" he asked after catching his breath several moments later.

She grinned at him, panting. "All the way, fairy boy."

He smiled in return, too exhausted to do or say anything in response. This woman will be the death of me.

AN: I wanted to get this chapter out last week, but seeing as I live in Las Vegas, you can probably understand why I had zero desire or inspiration to write. I wasn't at the concert myself and did not witness the shooting, but I had several friends who were there (they're all mostly okay thank god) and one of my friend's actually lost her boyfriend that night. So yeah, the whole week was really somber and shitty to say the least. The people who were affected by the horrible incident are kept in my thoughts everyday.

I'm honestly not even that happy with this chapter, but I wanted to make you guys happy with a new one so here it is :) I hope you like it. I may come back to it at another time, but more than likely I'll push forward without changing it.

As always, please review! I appreciate them and you!