"Oh Jonathan," she sighed, shifting herself once again as he touched her.
He traced her folds with his fingers, teasing her by not touching her where he knew she wanted. His other hand slid up her belly to her chest and gently cupped one of her breasts in his palm. "I bet we could make as much of a mess in the bath as Freeway did," he whispered. And in fact, he was of two minds about it. Making a mess, sloshing the water all over the bathroom, getting everything all wet, could be a lot of fun. But it wouldn't feel so fun when they had to clean it all up before dinner. Of course, if Jennifer was game, Jonathan had no problem moping up bathwater from the floor later on.
Jennifer was starting to get distracted, hardly hearing what he was saying. He had a way of making her melt into a puddle of goo and lose all coherent thought. But she still had at least some of her wits about her. "Oh darling, no, we can't do that. We should at least get out of the bath before we—ah!"
Jonathan plunged two fingers inside her mid-sentence. It probably wasn't fair, but he knew exactly how she'd react, and he was right. She bucked against his hand and in doing so, she pressed that fantastic behind of hers right against his erection. And that gave them both quite a thrill.
He could have answered her and agreed to not make a mess of the bathwater, but he was too focused now. And Jennifer certainly wasn't following the thread of any conversation.
She arched her back against him, clutching the sides of the bathtub for dear life. Jonathan surrounded her and consumed her in every way. The heat of his body at her back, the hardness of him pressing insistently against her. His hands never felt so large or so soft or so powerful as when he touched her like this. And after their years together and the frequency of their lovemaking, he knew exactly what to do to drive her wild.
Jonathan felt himself losing control and that meant possibly losing patience. He might have been driving her wild, but he was driving himself wild, too. He had half a mind to stop what he was doing and take his hands out of the bathwater and away from her body, just so they could change positions and he could take her properly.
But of course he wasn't going to do that. He would never, ever do that. Well, he might tease her a little and then go right back to finishing her off, but he wasn't going to do that now. He had Jennifer writhing in his arms and moaning and begging for him. Jonathan redoubled his efforts and even tilted his head to kiss her neck.
"Yes, darling, just like that," she cooed with that sultry, breathy tone of hers.
Just for good measure, he dragged his teeth over her skin, making her gasp again. "God, I need you, Jennifer," he begged against her neck.
Jennifer's vision was starting to go black. The rhythm of his hand was so good, and having him under the water like this was out of the ordinary and it was just so delicious. But the bath was also a little confining, and she couldn't move the way she wanted to. To help solve the problem, Jennifer's hand joined Jonathan's at the apex of her legs. He had two fingers thrusting into her at a furious pace, and her own fingers guided his thumb to give just the right pressure. Her breath came in fast pants, and her heart beat so fast that she thought it would beat right out of her chest.
When she came so hard that her whole body convulsed, Jonathan's movements became gentler. He slowed and eventually stilled and just held her. He held her and kissed her cheek softly as she gasped for air and keened in brilliant satisfaction.
"Jonathan," she moaned.
"I've got you," he murmured. For the moment, his own need was quelled. Because this was all he needed. To hold her and love her.
"Oh Jonathan, oh darling, that was incredible," Jennifer praised. Her body was buzzing quite happily, and she'd nearly gotten her breath back now.
She moved, causing Jonathan to loosen his embrace. He waited to see what she would do. And beautiful, brilliant, sexy, seductive Jennifer turned over so she faced him, spreading her legs over his and wrapped her arms around his neck before leaning in to kiss him.
Jonathan was almost immediately driven as wild as she'd been just a moment ago. She slid over his erection. Her breasts, soft and slick from the bubble bath, pressed against his chest. And god her tongue! There was something so uniquely Jennifer about the taste of her tongue. If Jonathan Hart could never eat or drink another thing ever again, he thought he could survive just on the taste of Jennifer's tongue.
He had to pull out of her kiss, however. It was too much. "Darling, I'm not going to be able to stop from making a mess if we don't get out of this bath right now," he told her through panting breaths.
Jennifer allowed that. In truth, she was glad he reminded her about not making a mess and flooding the bathroom or she would have forgotten and sank down on top of him right there and rode him till all the water went over the edge of the tub from the waves she'd surely make.
They had to cool their arousal for a minute so they could each stand and get out of the bath without slipping and falling. Jennifer reached for a towel while Jonathan let out the drain for the water in the bath. "Here you go, darling," she said, offering a towel to him.
But Jonathan didn't want a towel. He ignored that and grabbed her by the waist, picking her up. Jennifer dropped both towels and wrapped her legs around his waist so she wouldn't fall.
"We're going to make a mess anyway, aren't we?" she giggled.
"Dripping on the floor is not the same as overflowing the bath," Jonathan pointed out. He put her down on the counter beside the sink. She gasped at the feel of the cold countertop on her bare skin. "Don't worry, darling, I'll warm you up," he told her.
"Oh I know you will," she answered. "Now come here, lover."
Jonathan was very happy to follow that instruction. He wrapped her in his arms and started kissing her again. Jennifer responded enthusiastically with that talented tongue of hers.
Her hands were just as talented. One tangled in his hair, scratching his scalp in that way that drove him crazy. The other hand trailed down his body and curled around his erection caught between them. Jonathan whimpered into her mouth.
"Please, darling," Jennifer said against his lips. He couldn't even wait to get her into the bedroom. And now she couldn't wait a second longer. She had gotten quite the orgasm from him already, and it was only fair that Jonathan have his turn, too. She wanted to come with him this time, to feel him and his pleasure. She needed him like she needed air to breathe, and she knew he needed her just as much.
The years of experience together allowed for them both to know exactly what the other needed without a single word. Jennifer moved her hand, sliding it over his hip. Jonathan only had to tilt slightly to slide inside her in a single fluid motion. He felt the slick warmth of her body envelop him. Her fingers clenched his backside, pressing him even closer to her.
Jennifer momentarily felt a twinge in her back. She was probably getting a little old for sex on the bathroom counter, but oh god it was worth a few aches and pains. And they kept in good shape, they'd be alright. Still, she had to readjust herself before Jonathan started moving in earnest. Had to brace herself for the magnificent power of him she knew was coming.
Jonathan felt her move to accommodate him, so he held out as best he could. Thankfully she didn't make him wait too long. She started kissing him again, and Jonathan didn't hold back a second longer. His body seemed to be wholly outside his control as he started thrusting inside her at a quick, passionate pace. He couldn't keep kissing her, unfortunately, because he couldn't breathe. "Jennifer, Jennifer, Jennifer," he chanted through each breath.
She held on and moved her kisses down his jaw to his neck. He was such an incredible lover, it seemed like it was only a moment before she was right on the edge again. "Darling, I'm close," she moaned.
He sped up, harder and deeper inside her. He wanted them to come together, to feel her tremble in his arms as he found his release. Already he could feel her walls fluttering around him. There was no sensation in all existence better than this, better than Jennifer.
Her body clenched him like a vice, tipping him over the edge. Jonathan's rhythm faltered as he spilled inside her. His head fell against her shoulder as his body pulsated with pleasure.
"God, Jennifer," he groaned.
For her part, Jennifer hardly realized she'd bitten Jonathan's shoulder. Her hands gripped him so tightly that her fingers were practically numb. She manage to loosen that grip and smooth her hands over the slickness of his back, thanks to the mixture of bathwater and sweat from their exertions.
"We should get cleaned up," Jonathan suggested eventually when he returned to consciousness.
"In a minute," she protested, crossing her ankles behind his back and keeping him inside her for just a moment longer. Now that she was coming back to herself too, she wanted to savor the feeling of him and the perfect way they fit together. "Oh Jonathan, I love you."
He pressed a kiss to whatever part of her body he could reach. "I love you," he answered reverently between his gentle kisses.
Jennifer wanted to say something else, but she was interrupted by her rumbling stomach. Both she and Jonathan lifted their heads to look at each other before both bursting out laughing. "Well clearly it's dinnertime," she said. "I guess now we do need to get cleaned up so we can see what Max has for us."
Jonathan slipped out of her as he stepped back. He picked her up off the counter and placed her back on her feet, holding her for a moment so she could get balance on her wobbly legs. "Are you alright?" he asked, checking to make sure she could stand on her own.
She gave him another of her marvelous sparkling grins. "I've never been better, darling."
His pride got a nice boost from that. Jonathan smirked to himself as he went to find the towels he'd caused Jennifer to drop earlier. He handed one to her and dried himself off with the other. "Ah!" he gasped in surprise.
"Oh dear," Jennifer lamented. "I am sorry, I didn't realize that I…"
Jonathan went to the bathroom mirror and looked at where he'd felt a sting of pain when drying his body. His shoulder had quite the mark on it. "Did you…bite me?" he asked in disbelief.
"Looks like it," she confirmed.
It was a shock, but Jonathan turned back to her smiling. "Wow, I must've really gotten you going."
"You don't need to be so smug," she chided. "But yes, you really got me going."
Jonathan started laughing at that and earned Jennifer throwing her towel at his head.
"Get dressed and come downstairs. I didn't break the skin, you're not bleeding, just find some clothes," she called behind her as she went into the closet to find something to put on herself.
If Jonathan didn't know any better, he could have sworn she was blushing. He'd have to find a moment later to thank Freeway for getting them all wet. This was certainly the best spent afternoon they'd had in quite a while.
THE END