Part 3
She wandered through the house, exploring, falling more and more in love with it as she went.
It wasn't large, but she seemed to feel it welcoming her. The living room was cosy, a large and squashy sofa taking up most of the room. She smiled to herself, knowing how Joe loved to curl up in this sort of sofa. She loved it too, and wondered if they could spend hours together on that one.
The colours were light, and the afternoon sun filled the house, it's warmth and brilliance making her feel almost drunk.
A small bedroom, and an even smaller bathroom filled the remainder. Except for… She paused, hand on the door to the main bedroom. Joe's room.
Taking a deep breath, Jun opened the door. "Oh! It's lovely!" she exclaimed out loud. Masculine, yet comfortable. A large bed took up most of the room, it's cedar frame filling the air with fragrance. The furnishings were in different shades of blue, ranging from a deep navy, almost black, to a blue the colour of the sky outside.
This was a side of Joe she hadn't realised. She revelled for a moment in it, before the sound of the shower impinged on her hearing, realising that on the other side of the door was Joe. Naked. In the shower.
Jun blushed as she remembered when she first felt desire for Joe. The first time she had actually seen a man naked.
It had been about a year before, when they had all come to base for a couple of days training. She had been tired, but unable to sleep and had decided that a swim would probably help her to relax enough.
As she entered the pool area, she heard splashing and realised that one of her teammates had obviously had the same idea. She had slipped around the wall into the main pool area, about to hail them when she stopped short.
Joe had been doing laps of the pool, and she admired his strength as he thrust through the water. It was only when he reached the other end and hauled himself up onto the side that she realised that he was naked.
Her hands raised to her mouth as she watched him stand, her eyes roaming all over him, her body becoming warm. She'd seen photographs of naked men before, but this was the first time in the flesh, as it were.
She allowed her eyes to feast on his taught body, watching the droplets of water, feeling a rush through her as he ran his hands down his lean frame, sluicing off the water before picking up a towel.
She wanted him. Wanted to feel those long-fingered hands on her, wanted to run her hands over his skin, wanting to learn how he felt, how he tasted.
Hastily she moved behind the wall as he turned towards her and fled the area.
Back in her room, she wondered if he had seen her. Watching. As she closed her eyes, she could see him clearly. Mine, she had thought. I want him to be mine.
She didn't realise that, as she relived that night, she had moved to the bed, her hands moving to cup her breasts, imagining that it was his hands on her body.
She didn't hear the shower stop, or the door open as Joe, naked and in search of clean clothes, came out of the en suite and into the bedroom proper.
He looked at the woman on his bed, hands slowly caressing her own breasts, lips parted and moist and felt himself grow hard.
"Jun." His voice was hoarse with desire, and her eyes flew open. This time, she looked her full. This time she allowed her eyes to rest on his arousal, her hands still caressing her breasts.
"Joe."
He came over to her and she reached for him, pulling him down beside her, allowing them to fall back on the bed. She ran her hands up his arms, holding him close to her, feeling his arousal as it pressed into her thigh and then allowed herself to look into his eyes and smile.
Her eyes. He thought he could happily drown in those eyes of hers. He pulled her closer, wanting nothing more than to remove her own clothes, so that bare skin could touch bare skin, but forced himself to go slowly. He didn't want to hurt her, and wanted to make this, her first time, their first time special.
He tucked her under him and raised his head and looked down at her. It was her soft smile that was his undoing and he bent his head and kissed her.
This time, she responded unhesitatingly, their prior kisses teaching her what he needed, and this time it was her tongue that teased at his lips, her tongue that entered his mouth, and Joe who moaned in pleasure at her caresses.
Now his hands moved, and he began to take off her clothes. He took of her shirt, revealing breasts encased in a lacy bra. For long moments, he allowed himself to kiss and caress them through the lace, finally moving up for another kiss.
He loved kissing – possibly even more than he enjoyed sex. But it was, he felt, something so intimate that he found himself rarely indulging in long kissing sessions with his partners. There had, he felt, always been something missing.
Not now. Not his Junie. He could kiss her for hours, and probably would. Her sweet lips holding more appeal to him than any of his previous sexual partners ever could. But long sessions of kissing could come later, after they had assuaged their need.
He loved her so much, needed her, and his body began to throb with that need.
She broke the kiss, squirming away to try to remove the rest of her clothes, but he stopped her with a gesture.
"Let me. Please, Jun. I want to see you. Please." His words were broken, but she understood, and smiled again, encouraging him. He moved to the end of the bed and took off her shoes and socks, before sliding her skirt down her long legs, leaving her in only briefs and bra.
"Beautiful, Jun. So beautiful. So graceful. My own swan," he said, breathing the words as he caressed her, running his hands up her legs, across her belly, smoothing along her arms.
She gasped as the breath from his words was warm against her bare skin, moaning and arching her back into that gentle caress.
Finally, he gathered her too him and unfastened her bra, allowing her breasts freedom from the lace.
"Oh, sweetheart," he said softly, his hands caressing her, his mouth bending down to take the very tip of one breast into his mouth, tongue laving, gently sucking. She cried out and cradled his head against her, feeling a sense of loss as he raised his head, only to be rewarded when his attentions turned to her other breast.
She couldn't tell how long he spent there, it seemed all her nerves were concentrated in her breasts as he suckled and caressed, but she felt fire dart from her breasts to her belly and beyond, felt herself grow wet with desire, felt his hands caressing her. Then she was crying out, arching her back and sobbing her release, and he raised his head and looked down at her, his own eyes shining and filled with love.
Then he kissed her again, and they were lost in their love, lost in the feel of their kiss.