Tuscan Skies

Part 15

J.R. was out of breath after making love to Sue Ellen. She lay on her side, resting her head on her hand. She was absently playing with the hair on J.R.'s chest. Her touch was stirring his desire for her, but he was far too exhausted to do anything about it.

He covered her hand with his, and said, "Sugar, give me a few minutes to recover, will ya?"

Sue Ellen smiled at him, and said, "I'll give you all the time you need, Darlin'. I'm just relieved to know that when you pushed me away earlier that it wasn't because you were losing interest in me."

J.R. looked at her, and said, "I could never lose interest in you, Sue Ellen. I get turned on just lookin' at you. Your touch sends me over the edge, and the way I feel when we make love, is somethin' most men only dream about"

Sue Ellen was moved by his comment, and gently kissed his cheek. J.R. closed his eyes, and succumbed to his need for sleep. Sue Ellen observed him, while he slept. She carefully brushed a few strands of his hair off of his forehead. The light coming into the room from the open balcony doors gave him an ethereal appearance. Sue Ellen rolled over onto her back, and closed her eyes. She recalled the first time J.R. had kissed her. She touched her lips, trying to recall the way it felt. His mouth was warm, and inviting, as it hovered over her lips. He held her in his arms, and pulled her close to his chest. Her breath caught in her throat, as his hand reached to touch her breast. Sue Ellen knew that it wasn't proper to let a man touch her that way, but J.R. Ewing was unlike any man she had ever known. He was wealthy, charming, considerate, and incredibly virile. J.R. knew instinctively how to move his lips against hers, and leave her powerless to resist his advances. She wondered, at the time, how many women J.R. had been with. He was confident, and self-assured, unlike so many of the virginal young men she had dated, before she met J.R. Sue Ellen's thoughts returned to the present, when she recalled how incredible their lovemaking made her feel. She covered her mouth to stifle a giggle, when she realized that she had worn him out completely. It had always been her fantasy to be J.R.'s sexual equal, in every way imaginable. She wanted to be the woman who made him weak in the knees, and left him breathless, but hungry for more. She wanted him to cry out her name, as the current of their passion carried them away. She smiled when she realized that her fantasy had come to fruition.

J.R. awoke when he heard Sue Ellen climbing up the spiral staircase to the loft bedroom. She was carrying a tray in her hands, and vivaciously smiled at him when she saw that he was awake.

She said, "Good Mornin, J.R. I hope you're hungry?" She made breakfast for him, which consisted of a sausage and cheese omelet, toast, fresh fruit, and coffee. She placed the tray on his lap, as she leaned over to give him a kiss.

J.R. wickedly ginned at her, and said in a voice filled with longing, "You look good enough to eat, Honey, but, I should be the one bringin' you breakfast in bed."

Sue Ellen seductively whispered, "Hmm, maybe after you eat your breakfast, if you're still hungry, you just might have to show me what you mean."

J.R. asked, "Aren't you going to join me?"

Sue Ellen said, "No, I don't have much of an appetite, at least not for food." She winked at him, and the look he gave her told her that he knew what she was getting at.

Sue Ellen picked up a small bunch of grapes off of the tray, and used them to tease J.R., before popping them into his mouth, one by one. She placed a grape between her teeth, and offered it to J.R. He took the grape from her mouth, but not before taking the opportunity to kiss Sue Ellen the way he felt a beautiful woman should be kissed. Sue Ellen lowered her eyes, when he pulled away from her. His kisses sent shivers coursing through her entire body. His ability to leave her wanting more was something she had never encountered with any other man. She had a far-off look on her face, and it gave J.R. cause for concern.

J.R. asked, "Honey, are you all right?"

Sue Ellen felt her face flush, when he touched her arm. She said, "I'm fine, I was just daydreaming." She didn't want J.R. to know that she was thinking about him. She wanted to keep him slightly off-balance, and leave him longing for her, for a change. She stood up from the side of the bed, and asked, "Are you finished with that? I'll take the tray back downstairs for you, and then, I'll meet you in the shower."

J.R. watched her walk away with the tray. He watched as her hips moved under the silky fabric of her robe, swaying sensuously from side to side with each step she took. He found himself wondering if she was wearing anything underneath her robe. God, she was incredible. He climbed out of bed, and walked over to the bathroom. He wondered if he had enough time to take a cold shower, before she returned to join him for a hot shower. He stood under the shower heads, and braced himself against the rush of cold water. His state of arousal was diminished by the icy temperature of the rivulets of water pelting him from four different directions. He turned the hot water on in the shower stall, when he heard Sue Ellen turn the handle on the bathroom door. She smiled at him when she saw him waiting for her in the stall. She remembered how she had teased him a few days ago, when she was taking a shower. She decided not to give him a repeat performance, and simply take a shower. She stood under the shower heads, and tried not to get her stitches wet. She needed to wash her hair, but found it difficult, under the circumstances.

She said, "J.R. will you help me, please?"

He said, "Sure, what do you need, Sugar?"

She said, "I'm afraid that I'm gonna need you to help me wash my hair."

J.R. helped her apply the shampoo to her hair, paying close attention to not getting her stitches too wet. Sue Ellen stood in front of him, with her back turned to him. J.R. watched as the bubbles from the shampoo ran down her body, and spiraled down the drain. He couldn't resist the urge to take her in his arms, and make love to her all over again. He pulled her to him, when he was sure that all of the shampoo had been rinsed off, and kissed her neck. She arched her back toward him. He held her tightly around her waist, as his need for her became his only focus.

He said, "I want you, Sue Ellen. I want you so much."

Sue Ellen turned around, and said, "I want you, J.R. I can't wait any longer."

J.R. shut off the water, as he lowered Sue Ellen to the floor of the shower stall. He was wild with abandon, as he entered her. She scratched his back with her fingernails, as her need for him became all consuming. J.R. winced from the pain, but he was too caught up in his quest to stop. He shuddered, as the final wave of passion washed over him.

Sue Ellen reached for him, and said, "Oh, J.R., you never cease to amaze me."

J.R. said, "You are so good, Sugar. I can't help myself."

She kissed him, and said, "Yes, you can . . . "

They dried off, and walked out of the bathroom to get dressed.

J.R. said, "What would you like to do today, Honey?"

Sue Ellen said, "I wanted to call the ranch and talk to John Ross. I really miss him."

J.R. said, "You and John Ross have grown very close, haven't you?"

Sue Ellen said, "Yes, we have. He was my rock when my relationship with Don turned sour. I had a difficult time watching him grow up so quickly, but he's turned into a wonderful young man, don't you agree?"

J.R. wondered if his relationship with Sue Ellen had been different, how John Ross would have turned out. He acknowledged that their relationship was better than it had ever been, and John Ross was indeed, a wonderful young man. He was proud of the influence Sue Ellen had on their son. He was also saddened by the fact that he and Sue Ellen didn't have more children. She had a miscarriage when John Ross was about four years old. She was leaving a clothing boutique that Bobby had bought for Jenna Wade, when she was accidentally struck by a car. The impact had sent Sue Ellen flying backwards, and landing on the street. J.R. wondered at the time, if he was the father of the child she lost, or if it belonged to John Ross' camp counselor, Peter Richards. J.R. remembered how betrayed he felt when he was when he discovered that Sue Ellen had slept with Peter, in an effort to give the young man a reason to continue his studies, and his work with John Ross. That was a very rough time in their lives. J.R. wanted and needed to believe, that in spite of everything, the child would have been his.

He cleared his throat, to stifle his emotions, and said, "Of course, he's a wonderful young man, just take a look at his Mamma and Daddy"

Sue Ellen walked over to J.R.'s side when she had finished getting dressed, and asked him if he had any plans for the day.

J.R. wanted to go shopping for some suitable clothing for him and Sue Ellen to wear on the sailboat.

He said, "I have a few things I need to take care of in town, would you care to join me?"

Sue Ellen thought about the time it would take to drive into the village, and back to the villa, and realized how tiring that might be for her.

She asked, "Would you mind terribly, if I stayed here? I don't think I'm up for a lengthy car ride."

J.R. said, "I wouldn't mind, as long as you promise to call me if you need anything?"

Sue Ellen promised him that she would call him, if the need arose. She kissed him goodbye, and watched as the limousine drove away from the gate. She turned around, and walked back inside the house.

J.R. talked with Gus, the limousine driver, and asked him if he knew of any stores in Tuscany that sold women's designer swim wear.

Gus said, "Yes, Mr. Ewing. I know of several stores you might want to go to."

J.R. sat in the back seat of the limousine, contemplating the cut and color of the suit he wanted to purchase for Sue Ellen. She was far too sophisticated to wear a bikini, even though she possessed the enviable figure required to wear a bikini. She preferred to wear a one piece bathing suit with low neck-lines, and high cut leg openings. J.R. stared out the window, not wanting to let Gus see the look on his face, or the gleam in his eyes, when he thought about Sue Ellen, and how she might look on board a sailboat, standing in his arms. He couldn't stop thinking about her, even when the limousine came to a stop in front of a swim wear boutique that catered to both male, and female clientele.

Sue Ellen called Southfork, and Teresa answered the phone.

Teresa said, "Ewing residence, how may I help you?"

Sue Ellen said, "Hello Teresa, This is Sue Ellen. Is John Ross at home?"

Teresa asked Sue Ellen to wait while she went to look for John Ross.

Teresa returned, and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Sue Ellen. John Ross isn't here. He is spending the night at a friend's house. Is there a message?"

Sue Ellen said, "No. Thank you, Teresa. I'll try and call him tomorrow."

Sue Ellen placed the telephone back on its base, and closed her eyes. She was greeted by the welcome respite of much needed sleep.

J.R. returned from the swim wear boutique carrying several bags, overflowing with suitable attire for sailing. He purchased a dark red, spider side tank style bathing suit for Sue Ellen. It had a halter closure, an open back, and flattering high cut leg openings. The high-cut legs would look fabulous on Sue Ellen, he thought. The wide-open back of the bathing suit would allow for the least amount of coverage, and if Sue Ellen was feeling particularly modest, he bought her a coordinating pareo to wear over the bathing suit.

He bought a pair of dark-blue swim trunks with the newer, longer leg length. The thought of any man being seen in public wearing a brief, or worse, a thong, made J.R. cringe in distaste. Bobby had always favored the brief style of men's swim wear, but J.R. was more conservative. There had always been a time, and a place for what he thought people should, and shouldn't wear in public. He admitted that although Sue Ellen was one of the most attractive women he had ever known, the way other men looked at her would send him into a jealous rage. Hopefully, the cruise on the sailboat wouldn't involve J.R. having to defend Sue Ellen's honor. He was up to the challenge, but he was more concerned with making sure that he was able to live out the fantasy that he had for him and Sue Ellen . . .