Alliances
Part 6
The driveway at Southfork was devoid of any cars, except for the Ewing limousine. Sue Ellen thanked J.R. for opening the passengers' door for her, and lightly kissed him on the cheek.
J.R. smiled, and asked, "Is that the best you can do, Sugar?"
Sue Ellen gingerly patted his cheek, and said, "If you want anymore, you're gonna have to wait until we're alone in our room."
J.R. flashed her a sullen look. She laughed at him. "Poor baby," she mused. "There's just no satisfying the sexual urges of Mister J.R. Ewing." Lucky for her, she was absolutely right.
They walked through the empty house, and looked for a note from somebody, telling them where everyone had gotten off to.
Sue Ellen looked at the notepad by the telephone in the foyer, just as Raoul walked out of the den.
Raoul said, "Welcome home, Mister J.R., Miss Sue Ellen. How are you today?"
J.R. said, "Fine thanks, uh, Raoul. How are you doin', bud?"
Raoul replied, "I am doing very well, thank you. I have a message for your from Miss Ellie. She and Mister Farlow have gone with Mister Bobby, and the younger Ewing boys to the Texas State Fair at the fair park in Dallas."
Sue Ellen vaguely remembered John Ross mentioning something to her about the fair. The Texas Institute Founders' IMAX theater would be opening in a new wing of the Science Place at the fairgrounds. Miss Ellie and Clayton were eager to see the pageantry of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police Musical ride that filled the coliseum every night for the duration of the Fair.
J.R. said, "Well, it looks like it's just the two of us, alone again."
Sue Ellen said, "Let's go upstairs, then, Shall we?"
J.R.'e eyes lit up with a glint of mischief. He quickened his pace, and followed Sue Ellen up the staircase. Sue Ellen felt J.R.'s hands on the zipper of her gown as she walked into their bedroom. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, and back, as his breathing increased with the movement of his hands, and the revelation of her bare skin. He kissed at the back of her neck, as his hands moved underneath the fabric of the bodice of her gown. Sue Ellen's breath caught in her throat, as his hands moved to her breasts. His touch made her ache to feel his skin against her own. She leaned her back against his chest, as his mouth sought her full, eager lips. J.R. turned Sue Ellen around, and ravaged her mouth with his tongue. She opened her mouth to his skillful probing, and closed her eyes, as he lowered the straps of her gown. His eyes traveled from her face to her shoulders, then to her waist, where the flimsy fabric rested just above her hips.
Sue Ellen pushed J.R. over the foot of the bed, and he fell on top of the mattress. He was surprised by her forcefulness, and obviously thrilled by her aggressive behavior toward him, at the same time. She placed her leg in between his thighs, and reached for his necktie. Her fingers deftly loosened the knot, and she pulled the tie out from under the collar of his shirt, and threw it over her shoulder. She reached for the belt at his waist, and quickly unbuckled the buckle, reaching for the button of his trousers. J.R. lifted his hands over his head, and let Sue Ellen take charge. She lowered the zipper of his trousers, and lifted her hands to the buttons of his shirt.
Sue Ellen unbuttoned one button on his shirt, and reached her hand underneath the fabric, lightly scratching her fingernails on his stomach. J.R. stiffened, as her touch sent tiny jolts of electricity coursing through him. Sue Ellen felt his stomach muscles tense at her touch. She grinned at him, satisfied that she was torturing him as much as he had done to her the night before. She moved her hand up his stomach, as her other hand unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time. Sue Ellen was intentionally delaying disrobing J.R., and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to restrain his hands, and hurry her along.
J.R. exhaled loudly when Sue Ellen finally unbuttoned the last button on his shirt. She moved her hands underneath the fabric of his shirt, and pulled his shirt and his jacket down past his shoulders, trapping his arms in the sleeves.
Sue Ellen flashed J.R. a devious smile, and said, "You know, I could spend hours teasin' you, J.R."
J.R. tried to sound serious, and said, "You could, but I don't think you can wait any longer than I can, Sugar."
Sue Ellen lowered her leg from the bed to the floor, and pushed her gown over her hips, letting it fall to the bedroom floor. She stood in front of J.R. in her black brassiere, panties, garter belt, and thigh-high stockings. His eyes scanned her body from her head to her thighs, which were all that he could see above the mattress. Sue Ellen wiped her fingers at the corners of her mouth. She was highly aroused, but wanted to prolong her enticement for as long as she could.
J.R. grumbled, "Sue Ellen . . . don't leave me like this, Sugar. This is sheer torture."
Sue Ellen winked at J.R., and said, "I wouldn't dream of it, Darlin'."
J.R.'s eyes were intently focused on Sue Ellen, as she climbed back on top of the bed. She leaned forward, revealing a deep valley of cleavage, causing J.R. to inhale sharply. She touched his hip with her hand, and he moaned aloud. She continued climbing over him, finally stopping when her shoulders were even with his. She lowered her body on top of him, and he moved his hands around her waist. She touched his lips with her fingers, and softly kissed his mouth. He lifted his head, wanting her to deepen her kiss. She looked into his eyes, and smirked when she saw how desperate he was becoming. J.R. couldn't take any more of her teasing, and rolled her over onto her back. His hand moved up her torso, stopping at her rib cage. Sue Ellen shifted her body underneath him. It was the final straw for him. J.R. tore at the sheer fabric of her bra, and tossed the garment aside. His mouth covered her lips, and took her breath away. He kissed her with such a fervor that he felt as if he had lost all control.
Sue Ellen brought him back to reality, and whispered, "I love you, J.R."
J.R. made love to Sue Ellen, slowly and methodically, giving her as much as she gave him. He wasn't selfish. He was cautious and deliberate. Sue Ellen controlled their pace, moving her hips in time with J.R. He was shaking, and more than a little surprised at how skilled Sue Ellen had become as a lover. Their bodies joined in unison, as the current of their lovemaking crashed around them. They became one, as the final wave of their passion crested over them.
Sue Ellen lifted her head, and gazed at J.R. His eyes were closed, and his chest was heaving, as if he were struggling for a full breath. Sue Ellen kissed the patch of silver hair in the middle of his chest, and he opened his eyes.
He touched her hair, and said, "God, Sue Ellen That was almost too much for me to take. Where did you learn to do that?"
Sue Ellen said, "I don't know, J.R. I probably picked it up from you."
J.R. said, "Wherever you learned it, I can't wait for you to do it again, Honey"
Sue Ellen's voice was filled with excitement when she said, "Really? How about right now?"
J.R. had never been one to turn down such an offer, but he needed time to recover. He was exhausted, and shaking from the adrenaline that had flowed through his veins at the climax of their lovemaking. Sue Ellen moved her hips, and J.R. winced.
He said, "Please . . . Honey? Give me a little time to get my strength back."
Sue Ellen kissed his chin, and said, "All right. I'm going to take a quick shower, and go outside for a swim."
J.R. said, "I'll join you in a few minutes, Sugar. I just need some more time."
Sue Ellen rolled off of him, and stood up from the bed. J.R. reached out to touch her hand as she walked past him.
Sue Ellen closed the bathroom door, and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she walked toward the shower stall. Her firm uplifted breasts, and her well-defined stomach caught her attention. She stopped, and checked her appearance. She turned her hips to view her backside. Not bad, she mused. Sue Ellen had vowed to never go under the plastic surgeon's knife, regardless of the toll time and gravity may take on her figure. She was aware of her ability to turn men's heads, and make women half her age seethe with jealousy, and listen to their bitter diatribes, and catty speculations of how she managed to maintain her exquisite physique. It certainly had served her well as far as J.R. was concerned.
Sue Ellen stepped into the shower stall, as the water surged out of the shower head, covering her with its invigorating spray. She shampooed and conditioned her hair, allowing the conditioner to stay on her hair, while she lathered up a loofah sponge, and washed the rest of her body. The rich, soapy bubbles slowly slid down her body, and onto the floor of the shower stall, whirling around clockwise, before disappearing down the drain. She rinsed the conditioner from her hair, and turned off the water spigot. She opened the shower door, and reached for a towel. She blotted at her hair with the towel, until her hair was damp, then she wrapped the towel around her torso.
She walked out of the bathroom, and opened a drawer in her armoire. She fumbled through the drawer, looking for a bathing suit. She pulled out a deep red maillot made of nylon and spandex, with high-cut leg openings, and molded underwire cups for a flattering shape. She stepped into the leg openings of the bathing suit, lifting the suit over her knees, thighs, and hips. She lifted the straps over her shoulders, and quickly smoothed the fabric over her breasts. She pulled her hair back from her face, and pinned her hair into a tight chignon. She picked her sunglasses up off of the dresser, and looked over her shoulder at J.R. He was sound asleep, lying on his back, just as she had left him. She tip-toed out of the bedroom, and carefully closed the door behind her.
Sue Ellen walked downstairs, and into the kitchen. She removed a glass from the cupboard, and opened the fridge door. She poured iced-tea into the glass, placed the pitcher of tea back into the fridge, and closed the fridge door. She took a sip of the chilled beverage, and closed her eyes, as she allowed her taste buds to savor the refreshing taste of the herbal concoction. She walked outside through the patio door, closing the door behind her. She removed her sunglasses, and placed them on a chaise lounge. She sat the glass of tea on a table, next to the chaise. She walked to the other end of the pool, and stepped onto the diving board. She pointed her arms over her head, and leaned forward, as she dove into the water.
She barely caused a ripple, as she entered the water of the swimming pool. She lifted her arms out of the water, as she moved forward in the pool. She twisted her body around, and floated on her back, paddling her arms and legs, as she neared the opposite end of the swimming pool. She touched her hand on the side of the pool, and turned her body around to swim in the other direction. She stopped swimming when she felt her arms getting tired, and walked over to the side of the pool to get an inflatable lounge chair. She lifted the chair into the pool, and steadied the chair while she climbed onto it. She leaned back, and closed her eyes.
The heat from the midday sun was beating down on Sue Ellen, but the water in the swimming pool helped to cool her off. Occasionally, she would splash water on her torso, in an attempt to stave off the sweltering heat. The sun moved in its normal rotation overhead, as the hours passed into the afternoon. Sue Ellen opened her eyes, and had to quickly shield her eyes from the glare of the sun, as it reflected off the water. She paddled the lounge chair to the end of the pool, near the stairs, and climbed out of the pool. She walked over to the table, and rapidly downed the entire glass of iced-tea. She placed the empty glass on the table, and sat down on a chaise lounge. She lowered the backrest on the chaise, and lay down on her stomach.
J.R. awoke as the sun was starting to set in the western sky. He peered at the clock on the night stand. It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon. He wasn't sure how long he had been sleeping. The last thing he remembered was Sue Ellen touching his hand and saying something to him about taking a shower. J.R. sat up on the bed, and glanced around the bedroom. Sue Ellen had picked their clothes up off of the floor, and readied the garments for dry-cleaning. J.R. rubbed at his eyes with his fists, and yawned. He stretched his arms overhead, and bristled at the sound of his vertebrae making a "popping" noise. He stood up from the bed, and walked into the bathroom for a shower.
Raoul delivered a pitcher of iced tea to Sue Ellen.
Sue Ellen smiled at Raoul, and said, "Thank you Raoul. Do you know if J.R., I mean, Mister Ewing is awake, yet?"
Raoul politely said, "No, Ma'am. I will go and check on him, if you'd like?"
J.R. walked outside onto the veranda, and said, "That won't be necessary, Raoul."
Sue Ellen sat up, and grinned at J.R.
J.R. squinted at her through bloodshot eyes.
Sue Ellen stifled a giggle, and asked, "Are you feelin' better, Darlin'?"
J.R. leaned over and kissed Sue Ellen on the lips. Sue Ellen lifted her hand to the side of his face, and deepened his kiss. Her eyes traveled down J.R.'s torso to the pair of black swim trunks he was wearing. Sue Ellen liked to see J.R. wearing anything in black. The color suited him, and looked fabulous against his bronze skin. She lifted her eyes, and focused her attention to the shining thatch of silver hair on his chest. J.R. was fully aware of her eyes on him, and stretched his arms behind his back. His broad chest swelled as he stretched his arms, and the muscles of his abdomen appeared to be more defined, and chiseled than normal. Sue Ellen felt a stir of longing as she watched J.R. Damn, he was aging well, too well, she thought. She lifted her hand to his stomach, and touched his skin with her fingers.
J.R. stared at her with his deep, penetrating blue eyes. Their azure color was turning dark, as his arousal was heightened by Sue Ellen's touch.
"Stay focused, J.R." he said to himself, trying to resist his increasing desire for Sue Ellen. She had to know what her touch did to him. He knew without question what her touch did for him.
J.R. tried to divert her attention, and asked, "How was your swim?"
Sue Ellen stood up from the chaise lounge, and placed her hands on J.R.'s shoulders. She stood on her toes, and put arms around his neck, pulling him to her for a kiss. J.R. placed his hands on her hips, and opened his mouth to her rapidly darting tongue. Her tongue flickered against his teeth, and he opened his mouth wider for her. J.R. fought to maintain his dignity, as Sue Ellen continued her assault against him. He struggled with his urge to give in to her manipulations, while keeping his arousal at bay as she pursued him. Sue Ellen pressed her body against J.R. She felt him stiffen, and she pulled away. She brushed her hand against his hips, as she walked past him, and into the house.
J.R. turned his head to follow Sue Ellen. He wasn't sure how much more of her teasing he could take, or how long it would go on, but he was willing to give it one hell of a good try . . .