All Wet
"Jonathan, you're getting more water on me than on Freeway!" Jennifer shrieked as the dog moved again and Jonathan's hand slipped. The bowl of water he attempted to pour on the dog ended up on Jennifer.
"I'm sorry, darling, I'm not doing it on purpose," he apologized.
She sighed. "I know you're not. But I am starting to think that maybe we do take him to a groomer next time."
"Well let's just finish this, and we can talk about it when he rolls in something again," Jonathan reasoned.
"Here, you hold him and I'll rinse," Jennifer suggested.
They switched roles and sure enough, Freeway escaped the holder's grip just enough so the rinser got water all over the holder.
"Oh no, now you're all wet too!" Jennifer lamented.
At that moment, Max walked into the kitchen to see the sopping mess all over the place. "Sheesh, I thought you were gonna wash Freeway, not the whole floor. And look at you two! Looks like Freeway gave you two a bath!"
"Actually, that's not half bad an idea," Jonathan remarked. He lifted the dog out of the tub and onto the towels laid out on the counter for just this purpose. "He's all yours now, Max. And we are gonna go take a bath of our own. Come on," he said, turning to Jennifer. Without any hesitation, he scooped her up in his arms to carry her upstairs to their bathroom.
Jennifer yelped in surprise but it turned to laughter quickly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and noticed that his whole shirt was wet. So was hers. And her jeans. And his jeans. Oh they were a mess!
Max called after them, "I'll get Freeway all dry and then clean up here and start on dinner."
"Thanks, Max," Jonathan answered. But his focus was on Jennifer and the way her beautiful hazel eyes sparkled with joy whenever he held her in his arms. Luckily he'd carried her up the stairs a hundred times or he'd be in danger of tripping since he wasn't looking where he was going.
When they reached the bathroom, he did put Jennifer down. She went right to the bathtub and started running the water. "What do you think, darling, lavender or vanilla bubbles for tonight?" she asked, opening one of the cabinets and seeing what options were available.
"How about a bit of both?" he offered.
She turned back with that magnificent grin. "What a good idea!" Jennifer put a small amount from each bottle under the faucet and the bubble started forming right away. She returned the bubble bath to the cabinet and turned to her husband. "Now, do you think we can manage to keep from forgetting the water's running and overflowing the bath?"
Jonathan smirked. He'd lost count of times they'd taken a bath together and gotten distracted while undressing each other and realizing too late that the water was still going while they were busy reveling in each other's exposed flesh. "It's always a tossup," he quipped.
"Here's an idea. Why don't we each undress ourselves? Might stand a better chance if we're not touching," she suggested.
"But darling, I like to touch," Jonathan replied with a feigned pout.
"Oh I do too, darling, but we are getting in the bath. And we'll have plenty of opportunity to touch later."
"Well, I still might get distracted if I'm just looking and not touching."
A devilish grin appeared on her face. She always got that look when she got a naughty idea. "Alright. Then we'll take turns. I'll go first. You can look all you want."
Jennifer crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her sweater and peeled the wet fabric up over her head. She chanced a look at Jonathan, whose eyes went dark as they roamed over her body. This wasn't the first time she'd stripped for her husband, but she'd never done anything quite like this before. It was already quite fun.
She slipped out of her shoes and undid the button of her jeans and unzipped slowly. It was harder to take off her pants when they were wet, but she managed in something of a graceful manner. Jennifer actually had to look away from Jonathan to check what underwear she had on. It was a blue set, which she liked. And she knew Jonathan always liked her in blue. She slipped out of her panties and unhooked her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders. The last garments landed on the floor in the pile of the rest of her discarded clothes.
The look on Jonathan's face was enough to make Jennifer want to launch herself into his arms, but thankfully she did remember that the water was still running. She turned away from him and carefully got into the bath. The water was just about the right level, so she turned off the faucet before settling herself into her usual end of the tub. "Your turn," she said seductively.
Jonathan had to force himself to blink. God, he really would have let the bath overflow again if she wasn't paying attention. But jeez, what's a guy to do when a woman looks like that?
And it wasn't just the way Jennifer looked that made him lose his mind and his heart to her. It was the softness of her, the sweet warmth, the teasing humor, that brilliant wit, and the way they could always have fun together. It was also the fact that she had that body and certainly used it well.
Eager to join her in the bath, Jonathan quickly unbuttoned his shirt to take it off.
"Ah ah ah," she scolded teasingly. "Slower, please."
That minx of a wife of his wanted him to do a striptease. Damn, they really did have fun, didn't they?
Jonathan took his time with the buttons, but he didn't bother with any sort of show. He did, however, indulge in the masculine pride that came from seeing Jennifer bite her lip with want when his shirt came off and his upper body was exposed. Some days he started to feel age creep up on him. But not today.
He took off his shoes and socks, putting a hand on the wall to keep from losing his balance. Jennifer had started alternating between biting and licking her lips as she watched him. As a result, he was already half-hard by the time he got rid of his pants and underwear.
"My my," she noted approvingly.
Jonathan laughed lightly and got into the bath across from her, settling himself in his usual place. "Those bubbles sure smell nice."
"I liked mixing the scents. That was a very good idea of yours. As was the bath."
"And we managed to get in the bath without flooding the place. A very good idea of yours."
"Mmm," she hummed in agreement. "And fun, too."
He smirked proudly. "You liked that, did you?"
Jennifer rolled his eyes. Her Jonathan was not one who fished for compliments. He was very aware of how handsome he was. Just as Jennifer was under no illusion about her own beauty. But it was still so nice to get the compliments from the one you love. So she would humor him. And see where it went. "Jonathan, I don't think I make any secret of how attractive I find you. Is it such a surprise I'd enjoy watching you take off your clothes for me?"
"Not a surprise, no, but it is nice to have the reminder," he replied.
Jennifer shifted herself in the bath so that her legs were pressed up against his. "Then let me remind you that you are devilishly good-looking, and in fact you're so gorgeous that I can hardly remember my own name sometimes. Actually, I might forget my own name if I didn't have you moaning it in my ear. And what's more, even if you weren't the most attractive man on the planet, I would love you anyway. And I'd still enjoy everything about you because I love you so much. So how's that for a reminder?"
Jonathan's heart swelled with warmth in his chest. "You're really something, you know that?"
She let out a little giggle as she shrugged. "So I've been told."
He didn't answer her there, but he did move underneath the foamy water. His hands caught one of her ankles and started to massage her calf rather seductively. And his foot was suddenly pressed against her inner thigh.
Jennifer narrowed her eyes at him. "Move your foot," she warned.
Jonathan did move his foot, but it was to creep up higher against her leg. Dangerously high.
She squealed and tried to escape him. He did move his foot at that point, and he let go of her leg. But only so he could sit up and go to her side of the bath so he was hovering over her, their noses less than an inch apart.
"I moved my foot," he said in that low, sexy voice of his.
"Get back to your side," she chuckled, "You're going to slosh the water and get everything all wet. Which I thought we were trying to avoid."
"I'll go back to my side if you come with me," he bargained.
She grinned. "Alright."
Jonathan gave her a little peck on the tip of her nose before returning to his former position. It was probably for the best. His knees weren't doing too well kneeling on that porcelain.
Jennifer followed him, managing to turn herself around and settling between his legs with her back against his chest. "There. Happy?"
"Very," he murmured in her ear. His arms wrapped around her body, feeling her soft skin beneath the water.
She turned her head and softly pressed kisses to his jawline. Jennifer sighed as Jonathan's roaming hands started to arouse her once again.
Jonathan Hart had avoided marriage for a lot longer than most men for many reasons, one of which was never knowing how he could ever manage to know a woman's body and not eventually get tired of it. He'd never been the kind of guy to be unfaithful to any girlfriend he'd ever had. It just wasn't who he was. But his relationships, whether they lasted a week or a month or even a year, had always ended because he started to feel himself getting bored. He would start noticing other women, would start getting curious about what they were like and how things would be with them. And when that happened, he would end things with whatever woman he was currently with and move on to the next.
That never happened with Jennifer. He knew her better than he knew himself sometimes. He knew her inside and out. He knew everything about her, knew every freckle and line and curve of her body. He had touched her body so much that he'd memorized all of her. And he never, ever got tired. He never looked anywhere else. He had no interest in anyone but her. Not now, and not ever. Jennifer had knocked him for a loop the way no woman ever had before. And so he'd married her. And he'd felt like the luckiest guy in the world each and every day since.
He might have known her body better than anything in the world, but he never tired of touching her, never found himself bored or uninterested. He knew her, he knew what she liked and he knew what she could do, and he knew how incredible they could be together. He'd never get enough. Until the day he died, Jonathan Hart knew he'd want to touch her like this and every other way as often as possible.
And Jennifer, being the amazing woman that she was, happily let him touch her. Even better, she wanted him to touch her. And she wanted to touch him. As crazy as he was for her, she was just as crazy for him. They were the luckiest two people in the world to have found each other and a love so true.
Jennifer lay in her husband's arms, enjoying the feeling of him surrounding her like this. It was different in the bath—or the pool or the hot tub—the sensation of his touch. The water somehow made everything more seductive. She emitted a happy sigh and let her head fall back onto his shoulder. And after a moment, she moved her hips just a little to press herself against him. He was getting hard, and she could feel it. The power and pride Jennifer felt knowing that just touching her body was already getting him into a state. Subtly, she spread her legs.
"I got the hint," he whispered.
Before she could feign ignorance, Jennifer felt his fingers between her thighs.