"The water's getting cold," she said.
Jess leaned her forward and unplugged the drain, let some water out, and then turned the faucet back on hot until the large tub was filled again.
She sighed, settling back against him.
He kissed her hair and picked up the book from the side of the tub and started reading out loud again. His arm came around her, and she held on to it with one hand, and rubbed his leg under the water with the other.
"Sweetheart?" she asked.
"Hm?" Jess kissed her hair again.
"Oh, never mind, I don't like that. That's not your pet name from me."
"Do I need one? I've never been a "Babe" kind of guy."
"Oh, yeah, definitely not Babe. This isn't the Jersey Shore."
He laughed through his nose.
"But you do need a term of endearment. Let's see… Darling? Ooh, no…"
"What about meathead?"
She twisted the hair on his leg.
"Ow!"
"Shh, I'm trying to concentrate."
"Seriously, 'hey you' will suffice." He put the book down and his hands wandered under the water to her breasts.
"Oh, you are bad. You're distracting me." She pressed her head back against his shoulder so their cheeks were touching, and his stubble could rub against it.
She reached her arm back behind his head.
"You're just so silky under the water." He felt himself go hard again.
"You mean pruney," she said. "How long have we been in here? An hour?"
"Three hours."
"When did we meet?"
"Twelve hours ago."
"How many times have we fucked?" she asked breathlessly as he worked her breasts.
"Ten."
"God you're a miracle. Should we get out and fuck again?" She fisted her fingers into his hair.
"Just turn around and straddle me," he said.
"We're going to slosh water all over the floor." She was gasping as he pinched and rolled and swirled her nipples in his fingers.
"I couldn't care less about that right now." One hand was now on its way down her stomach, the other still playing with her breast.
"Oh god!" she cried out as the hit the right spot immediately. "You will when you don't get your deposit back."
His lips were in her ear. "You're already wet and ready. I want to fuck you right here. I need to fuck you right now."
His fingers were swirling, and she was arching out of the water. He removed them as encouragement.
"No!" she cried at their absence.
No one had ever had such a visceral reaction to him, and he almost came right there. She turned herself around.
"You make me need you so badly," she said desperately. She put her legs on either side of his and he helped her mount him. She was right. There was so much sloshing.
His eyes rolled back, and he grunted in overwhelming pleasure.
She groaned and let her forehead rest against his as he finished.
"My god," she whispered.
"Gillian. Gillian…"
"Goddamn it Jess."
"Yeah."
"You're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me." Her hands were in his long hair.
He held her wet naked body to him, and kissed her gently, their lips falling into a lazy tingly rhythm. "I love watching you," he said. "I love that I do this to you."
She just groaned.
"I needed you," he said.
"I'm here now."
"Gillian, this is going to make me sound like such a loser, but can I ask you something?"
"You're not a loser."
He already knew she didn't normally talk like this. This was going to be a brief moment of sweetness and connection. One of the few they'd have. The rest of their lives together she was going to keep him on his toes.
"It would be nice, just once to hear from someone, and especially you… Why you're picking me. Why I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you."
"Jess… This isn't going to be a regular thing huh? This is a rare baring the soul moment."
"Yes."
"For me too."
"How long a window do we have?" he asked.
They were still wet, naked and flush against each other. The most vulnerable either of them had been.
"I'd say until we get too cold," she said stroking his scalp.
"Then we should hurry."
"I'll start. You don't know how very attractive you are Jess."
He stared at her.
"You write like bad boy, but inside you've got the soul of a poet. You're handsome, sexy, wild, smart, funny, ripped like a mother fucker. You have the thickest most perfect cock I've ever had the pleasure to encounter." She grew serious. "You're wise, sensitive, sweet, caring. The way you hold me lets me know you're safe and you'll love me forever. The way you stare at me tells me the same." She kissed his forehead.
"Jess Mar-ian-o," she said over pronouncing. He smiled. "You are going to do great and amazing things," she whispered, staring into his eyes.
"What kinds of things?"
"I don't know. But you have greatness in you. And the fact that you deign to be with me makes me feel so much better about the choices I've made in my life."
He kissed her.
"Also," she continued. "You look great without a beard." She swirled her fingers against his cheeks. "But you'd look great with one too."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Oh! And you have a sexy voice."
"Really don't know what to say to that."
"Say you'll read to me for the rest of our lives."
"Done."
"How's your ego?"
"Fully inflated."
"Is that what you wanted?"
"More than."
"My turn," she said swirling her fingers in his hair creating little ringlets.
"Gillian Taylor. You stole my heart with one turn of your eyes." He kissed her collar bone.
She rolled her head back relishing in the feel of his kisses. "Go on," she said.
"Your hair drives me crazy. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. These little curls at the ends," he said playing with them, the tips wet from the bath. "Your eyes are like limpid pools of enchanted water."
"Be serious," she said.
"I am serious. Dead serious."
"Tell me real things."
"I'm never going to get tired of trying to figure out your mind. Chasing your thoughts. You're brilliant. You're an incredible writer. You've written my favorite book."
"I did not."
"Yeah. You did. I'm not lying."
"You're not are you?"
"No. The fact that my dick is inside you right now is unreal. I can hardly fathom it. You're everything I've ever dreamed of and more."
"That's real," she said sliding up and down. "You goddamn sweet talker." She sucked his earlobe into her mouth.
"Mm," he grunted coming alive again.
"More," she demanded, sliding again.
"You're going to be amazing to wake up next to. You… Gillian, you have to stop moving or I'll never finish." Her body was wet and slippery and enticingly gliding.
"Fine. I just like riling you. I like how your eyes glaze over."
"Ok, let me organize. I want to say all the things I'm feeling. Physically, you're perfect. You're a goddess. Your hair is mesmerizing, your breasts are works of art." He kissed each one. "Your hips are made of marble," he said his hands gripping them.
"How very Song of Solomon."
"Your pussy is my new home, and your legs are divine. I even love your toes."
She smiled, holding his face, kissing him.
"I'm not done," he said against her lips.
"Hurry, I'm getting cold again."
"You're going to be a more famous writer than I am, and I'm so, so proud of you."
"Ooh," she moaned throwing her head back. "I'm going to do things to you after this. This is dirty talk."
"I'm serious. I'll be married to the most brilliant woman I've ever encountered."
"Married?!" she exclaimed, her head snapping back.
"Don't you feel like we will be? Let's get married on the Swiss Alps."
"Oh Jess…"
"Do you not want to?"
"No, I… I should feel like it's so archaic, but I don't. And in this moment, there's nothing I want more than to be your wife."
"Then you will be."
They devoured each other's mouths while tears streamed down her face.
"Can we make love again fiancé?" she asked, running her tongue up his lips.
"I'm not done."
"I can't take much more," she groaned.
"I want to publish your next book. I believe in you."
"I'm fucking you now.
She started to move again, and he stopped her.
"Why…?" she pouted.
"Let me make love to you in our bed." He was already referring to it that way. "Let me worship every inch of your skin."
"You're going to make me come right here."
"Then after I'm done, I'm going to get some Champaign…" he kissed her nose. "Some cheesesteaks…" he kissed her cheek. "And we're going to celebrate."
"I love you more than life."
"I love you more than me."
"Wow, that's saying a lot," she giggled. She stood up, the water sluicing off her skin, the window now closed. "We need a shower. Your watery cum is going to be all over me."
...
"Can we talk about the girl?" she asked. They were in bed a few hours later, celebrations finally over. Finances talked about, no debt for either. Gillian's parents had been told, her sister had been told. They were wary but supportive. Luke had been told. Liz and TJ had been told. Luke was confused, Liz thought it was romantic. But Rory conveniently was left out. She had nothing to do with this and never would.
Tomorrow was the last day before work again.
"What girl?" he asked pulling her close and tucking her head under his chin.
"The girl the second book was about. The girl you were in love with until recently."
He sighed. "How did you know that?"
"I read your book. It was right there between the lines."
"Her name was Rory."
"Wow. Beautiful. Tumultuous?"
"Very. We just never had the timing right, and I was a complete asshole."
"You're different now. Why did you never go back?"
"It was never right. She was beautiful and smart and clever, but…"
"But what?"
"She wasn't you."
"What a line," she said.
"It sounds like a line, but it's not. My world came together when I met you."
"Yesterday?"
"Yesterday."
"So it's over?"
"Yeah, it's definitely over. She tried to cheat on her boyfriend with me once."
"That's fucked up."
"I don't know why I forgave her after that…"
"She was probably pretty."
"What about you. Who was the guy you just broke up with?"
"How'd you know about that?"
"I read your book."
She smirked. "Anton," she sighed cuddling closer.
"Anton? Seriously?"
"Yes."
"So… ANTON. Wow."
"Stop!" she said laughing. "He wasn't that pretentious."
"Please! He was a self-aggrandizing douchebag. He had to have been with a name like ANTON."
"Ok, yes."
"I knew it. How was the sex?"
"Really. Men are all the same. Compare and contrast."
"I bet you rarely had an orgasm."
"Ugh, I hate that you're right."
"I knew it!" he said triumphantly. "What a dick."
"Yes. He was a big one."
"He had a big dick, or he was a big dick?"
"Jesus."
"You happy it's over?"
"Yes. So happy. And elated doesn't even begin to describe being with you."
"Did you expect to have done nothing but fuck for almost two days?
"In my wildest dreams."
"Gillian."
"Yes?"
"We're getting married."
"Make love to me again."
