Alliances
Part 10
J.R. stared at the mobile phone he held tightly in his hand, as the Ewing helicopter pilot, Hank Pendleton, skillfully flew over the city of Dallas. J.R. and Hank were returning to Southfork Ranch, from a trip to the Gulf of Mexico.
Sue Ellen had told J.R. that she would wait up for him. J.R.'s mouth watered as he tried to envision what she might have in store for him.
Sue Ellen told J.R. that she would wait for him on the balcony, outside of their bedroom. J.R. closed his eyes and he was greeted with a picture of Sue Ellen wearing a seductive piece of lingerie, maybe something silken, in black. If J.R. tried, he could faintly smell a trace of her perfume.
Sue Ellen recently started wearing Dolce Vita by Christian Dior. The name meant the Sweet Life. The scent was an oriental woody fragrance; a blend of peach, apricot, cinnamon, rose and magnolia, combined with vanilla and sandalwood. The scent meant one thing to J.R., Sue Ellen wanted physical gratification from him.
J.R. lifted his tie to his nose, and inhaled. He smiled as he detected a trace of Sue Ellen's perfume from when she kissed him goodbye that morning, before he left for the Gulf. She wore Trueste by Tiffany, for daytime. The scent was ultra feminine, and smelled of jasmine, plum and rose. The scent was perfectly suited Sue Ellen, he thought.
Hank landed the helicopter in a pasture, near the horse stables at the ranch. J.R. thanked him for a safe and enjoyable flight. J.R. grabbed his briefcase as he climbed out of the helicopter, and quickly walked toward the house.
J.R.'s eyes scanned the balcony off of his and Sue Ellen's bedroom, looking for a sign of Sue Ellen. He squinted, and could vaguely make out her silhouette in their dimly lit bedroom.
J.R. walked through the patio doors, and into the kitchen. The only light on inside the house was the table lamp in the foyer. J.R. navigated through the dark kitchen by the light coming inside the room from the moon reflecting off of the swimming pool.
J.R. looked up at the staircase, as he entered the foyer. He walked past the table lamp, and climbed the stairs. He stopped in the hallway just outside his bedroom door. J.R. closed his eyes in impatient anticipation of what awaited him on the other side of the door.
J.R. placed his hand on the doorknob, and slowly opened the door. The bedroom was subtly lit with randomly placed candles. J.R. glanced outside to the balcony. Sue Ellen stood on the balcony, with her hands liked around the pillar supporting the roof overhang.
Sue Ellen wore a black lace-lined bustier with a lace-up front, and a long, flowing peplum skirt. J.R.'s eyes traveled down Sue Ellen's body, as his slack-jawed stare turned into a robust leer. He removed his suit jacket, and draped it over a chair.
Sue Ellen stiffened at the sound of the door closing in its frame. She slowly turned her head over her shoulder, and greeted J.R. with her signature smoldering gaze.
J.R. inadvertently dropped his briefcase on the floor. Sue Ellen walked toward him, as the late evening breeze caught the skirt of her gown, as it gathered about her legs. She stepped, catlike, into the bedroom from the balcony. Sue Ellen's slender hips swayed with womanly seductiveness as she walked across the bedroom floor.
J.R. eyed her appreciatively, as she came closer to him.
Sue Ellen placed her hands on hr hips, and said, "Welcome home, J.R. How was your flight?"
J.R.'s eyes followed the movements of Sue Ellen's arms, as her hands came to rest on her hips.
J.R. grinned at Sue Ellen and said, "I don't want to talk about my flight, Sugar. I don't want to talk, at all."
Sue Ellen touched his tie, and pulled him closer to her. Her open mouth offered him a glimpse into her thoughts. Her eyes betrayed any attempts she could possibly make to delay their actions, as J.R. grabbed her arms, and pulled her into his firm embrace.
Sue Ellen throatily whispered, "I missed you, today…"
Sue Ellen's voice was lost to both their ears, as J.R.'s voracious mouth covered her wet, ruby red lips. His hands roamed down her arms to her waist, as he amplified his kiss. Sue Ellen pressed her body against J.R., and was instantly rewarded with a heightened awareness of his excitement. J.R. walked her back toward their king-sized bed, and glanced at her décolletage.
The plunging heart neckline of the bustier was loosely laced up the front of the bodice. Sue Ellen's bronze skin appeared darker in the romantic lighting she had arranged for J.R.'s return. Her blond hair was curled, and framed her high cheekbones. Her immense hazel eyes were dramatically made-up, and stared at J.R.'s mouth, as she pulled away from his kiss.
J.R.'s breath caught in his throat, as Sue Ellen leisurely untied the delicate bow on her bustier. J.R. reached his hands up to the knot of his tie, and quickly loosened the knot, pulling the tie out from under his collar, and letting it fall to the floor. Sue Ellen hungrily watched as J.R. started to unbutton the buttons of his dress shirt.
Sue Ellen reminded herself that patience was a virtue, as she watched J.R.'s fingers fumble with the small buttons of his custom tailored dress shirt. She tried not to reach out, and help J.R. He had to earn her love tonight, she mused.
"Damn it!" J.R. grumbled, "Will you help me with these buttons, Honey?"
Sue Ellen winked at J.R., and said, "Of course, Darlin'."
Sue Ellen's recently manicured fingernails made quick work of undoing the buttons on J.R.'s shirt. She slid the shirt over his shoulders, and touched the skin on his arms, as she pushed the sleeves of his shirt down his arms, and over his hands.
Sue Ellen leaned forward, and lightly kissed the valley between J.R.'s collarbones, just underneath his Adam's apple. J.R. inhaled, and breathed in the delicate fragrance of Sue Ellen's perfume. Sue Ellen's touched his chest with her hands, and gradually ran her hands down his ribs to his belt buckle.
J.R. was fast becoming impatient with Sue Ellen's plan of seduction for their evening together. Then again, if it was worth it, it was sure as hell worth waitin' for, he thought to himself. Sue Ellen could sense his change in attitude, and slowed down even more.
Sue Ellen enticed and tantalized J.R. with every skill and womanly wile she could muster, leaving him desperate, and imploring her to end the uncompromising suspense.
J.R. was finally spared from her incessant torture when she slid her bustier over her breasts and hips, and down her long, sinewy legs. Sue Ellen stood in front of J.R. clad only in a pair of black silk panties, and a pair of black mules.
J.R. grabbed Sue Ellen's arm, as she lifted both of her arms to cover her exposed breasts. He pulled her to him, and the sound of her bare skin colliding with his chest made a slapping noise in his ears.
Sue Ellen winced from the impact against his ribs, then smirked at him, saying, "Welcome home, J.R."
J.R. silenced Sue Ellen's words with his mouth as he kissed her painted lips. His need for her was foremost in his mind.
He ripped at his trousers, and yanked them off of his legs, kicking them aside, before lowering Sue Ellen to the bed.
Sue Ellen said, "Tell me that you want me, J.R.?"
J.R.'s answer was a resounding, "Yes, I do," as he took Sue Ellen, leaving her trembling in his grasp. He made love to Sue Ellen repeatedly, until they were both exhausted, and unable to move. They fell asleep, facing each other.
J.R. held a lock of Sue Ellen's hair in his loosely closed fist. Sue Ellen's hand rested against the thatch of silver hair that spanned J.R.' s broad chest.
Sue Ellen lifted her head off of the pillow as a faint knocking sound reverberated from the other side bedroom door.
Sue Ellen climbed out of bed, careful not to disturb J.R., and put on her robe. She tied the sash around her waist while she walked across the bedroom, to see who was at the door.
John Ross broadly smiled at her, and said, "Mornin', Mamma. Is Daddy home yet?"
Sue Ellen loved to see John Ross smile. His smile warmed her heart, and he reminded her so much of J.R., she had no doubt as to why she fell in love with John Ross' Daddy, all over again.
Sue Ellen smiled a devious smile, and said, "Your Daddy is still asleep. You can go wake him up if you'd like?"
John Ross bolted into the bedroom, and jumped on the bed, next to J.R.
J.R. was startled, and said, "What the hell…?"
John Ross laughed, and said, "It's just me, Dad. You sure looked angry. How was your trip to your new oil rig?"
J.R. tousled the hair on his son's head, and pulled him into a headlock. John Ross laughed loudly, as he tried to break free from his Father's grasp.
Sue Ellen folded her arms across her chest, and beamed with pride at watching the two men in her life joking around with each other. John Ross was sixteen now, hardly what she considered a man, but no longer her little boy. He would always be her baby, but he had grown up so fast, too fast.
A wistful smile crept across Sue Ellen's face, as she thought about what their lives might have been like if she and J.R. had more than one child. Her smiled turned to a frown, as she wondered what kind of life the child might have endured at their hands.
Three failed marriages was no picnic for either Sue Ellen or J.R. What kind of hell would that life have been like for another child? She smiled as she realized that in spite of the fights, and the nasty divorces, John Ross had turned into a well-mannered, well-educated, and spirited young man.
He was free-spirited, and incredibly smart.
John Ross wasn't moody or brooding like some of the boys his age. He had a deep love and respect for family, and wasn't afraid, or ashamed to show it.
John Ross turned his head in time to see his Mamma walking over to the bed.
J.R. lifted John Ross' T-shirt past his rib cage, and Sue Ellen extended her hand, simulating her overwhelming urge to tickle John Ross. John Ross had been ticklish since birth, and the sound of his laughter was music to her ears.
John Ross arched his back, trying to free himself from his Daddy's grip. The more rambunctious John Ross became, the tighter J.R. held him.
John Ross burst out laughing as his Mamma's fingers glanced across his stomach.
John Ross squirmed, and said, "No, Daddy, please let me up. I can't stand it when you guys tag-team me."
John Ross' plea for mercy fell on deaf ears, as J.R. joined Sue Ellen in tickling their son. Minutes later, with tears of laughter streaming down his face, J.R. released John Ross from his grasp.
John Ross sat up, and said, "Mamma, why do you guys wait until I'm almost in tears, before you stop ticklin' me?"
Sue Ellen smiled and said, " A choir of angels could never sound as beautiful to my ears, as the sound of your laughter, John Ross."
John Ross smirked, and sad, "Maybe next time you should try the choir of Angels."
Sue Ellen tilted her head, and said, "That's not even remotely funny, John Ross. I have a right, as your Mother, to take whatever steps I deem necessary to cause you uproarious fits of laughter."
J.R. laughed, and said, "Listen to your Mamma. What she says goes double for me, son."
John Ross rolled his eys, and said, "It figures. Are you guys gonna come down to breakfast?"
Sue Ellen glanced at J.R., searching for an answer.
J.R. said, "Yeah, we'll be downstairs in a few minutes. Do me a favor, and tell Teresa to keep the food warm for us, okay?"
John Ross grinned his parents, and said, "I will. I love you guys."
J.R. waited until the door was closed before saying anything else. Sue Ellen knelt on the bed next to J.R., and moved his disheveled hair out of his eyes. J.R.'s eyes were a brilliant shade of blue. His eyes were the color of blue that would cause the oceans to become envious.
J.R. kissed the inside of Sue Ellen's wrist, and said, "I love you, Sue Ellen. That was some welcome home you gave me last night."
Sue Ellen said, "It was wonderful for me, too, J.R. I'm relieved that your flight down to the Gulf was uneventful."
J.R. said, "You and me both, Sugar. I didn't want to tell Hank, but I was terrified. Lickily, it was smooth sailin' around the winds, and I'm damn glad."
Sue Ellen leaned forward to kiss J.R. Her robe fell open, revealing an adequate amount of cleavage. J.R. grunted, and pulled her on top of his chest.
Sue Ellen chuckled, and asked, "What about breakfast?"
J.R. patted Sue Ellen's rear-end, and said, "All I want for breakfast is right here, Honey."
Sue Ellen covered J.R.'s mouth with her lips, and parted his lips with her thirsty tongue. J.R. savored the sensation of Sue Ellen's soft skin, and her silk robe against his chest. Sue Ellen moaned aloud, as J.R. reached his hand down, and lifted the bottom of her robe. He slowly pulled the silky fabric over her thighs, and stopped just below the flare of her hips.
Sue Ellen pulled away from J.R. and said, "Allow me, Darlin'."
Sue Ellen stood up from the bed, and untied the sash of her robe. The silk fabric slid down her arms, and she flicked the garment onto the floor. J.R.'s ragged breathing told her that she had his spellbound attention.
Sue Ellen stepped toward the bed, as J.R. threw the bedcovers aside.
"Come here, Sugar," he said in a deep voice.
Sue Ellen straddled J.R.'s thighs, and ran her hand up his abdomen to his chest. She pulled her hand back down to his stomach, as she lightly scratched his skin with her fingernails. J.R. leered at her, and shifted his weight underneath her. Sue Ellen arched her back for J.R., they were interrupted by another knock on their bedroom door.
Miss Ellie said, "J.R., Sue Ellen, we're ready to go down to breakfast. Will you be joining us this morning?"
J.R. huskily growled, "We'll be down in a few minutes, Mamma."
Miss Ellie said, "I'll have Teresa set two places for you. I'll see you downstairs."
Sue Ellen sighed, and said, "Don't worry, Darlin'. We can always pick this up where we left off, after we eat breakfast."
J.R. reluctantly agreed. He and Sue Ellen quickly showered, and dressed. They walked hand in hand downstairs to join the rest of the family for breakfast.
J.R. pulled out a chair for Sue Ellen, and whispered, "Don't forget about our plans for after breakfast, Honey."
J.R. had more important matters for him and Sue Ellen to attend to...