A/N: M-rating

His hands were everywhere. She should have come to expect that by now. He had big, strong hands and she felt safe and seduced in equal measure when his hands were on her.

Jennifer let out a small moan as she felt him trace down the curve of her spine and squeeze before moving back up to her waist. "I love when you touch me," she whispered.

She felt him chuckle against her neck. "And I love touching you," he answered.

Not to be outdone, Jennifer slid her palms down the front of his robe and untied it and pushed it off so she could reach his hot, gorgeous skin underneath. "And I love touching you, too," she added.

Jonathan growled as her fingers ran through his chest hair and brushed over his nipples. The vibration of his voice against her skin was utterly delicious. But before Jennifer could do anything else, Jonathan suddenly put his hands under the backs of her thighs and lifted her into his arms. Jennifer wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tight, yelping in surprise as she was suddenly three feet off the ground.

He looked up at her with slight concern, her face now just above his. "You alright?"

She recovered quick enough, threading her fingers through his incredible thick hair. "That was a little unexpected, but I'm quite impressed. You sure I'm not too heavy?"

Jonathan gave her nose a little peck. "You're light as a feather. I've certainly managed to carry heavier before."

"Women?"

"Weights," he corrected.

She furrowed her brow in confusion. "Are you engaged in some kind of training I don't know about?"

"Just military training. But that was a long time ago, of course. I'm in the reserves, though, so I keep fit."

"Army?" she guessed.

He shook his head. "Navy."

Jennifer was even more impressed. The navy had those white dress uniforms that were so very attractive. "Well howdy, sailor," she teased. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned in to kiss him but stopped short. "Now I know how you got such good rhythm. All that experience on the rocking waves."

Jonathan's eyes glinted. "How about I show you how I got my sea legs?"

She laughed but was quickly silenced by his kiss. It was strange and wonderful to be held like this while they kissed. His tongue caressed hers while his hands kept tight hold on her as she was suspended above the floor like that. It also did not escape Jennifer that they were both entirely naked and in the middle of the bedroom and she could feel him begin to grow and harden just below where her body wanted him. She shifted in his grasp to try and get a better feel of him.

Clearly Jonathan got the message. He broke their kiss and took a few steps forward so Jennifer was pinned against the wall. The wallpaper was an odd texture against her back, but she couldn't possibly care right now. She needed Jonathan to keep kissing her. She recaptured his lips to make sure he did.

A part of her felt like she would be content to just kiss him like this forever, to hold onto him with her arms and legs and feel his chest pressed against hers, to have his hands around her and his tongue in her mouth. But there was a tension in her belly that would not subside. Now that she knew exactly what making love to Jonathan felt like, her yearning for him was practically overwhelming. It had only been a few hours ago that she'd told him to make love to her and never stop, and in that moment, she had no idea how true she would find those words now. Thank god they didn't have to leave this hotel room today. Maybe ever. Could they stay here for the next year or so, making love and talking and laughing and eating room service off a tray and making love again? Right now, that's all she wanted. She wanted him. Every bit of him. He had made her insatiable.

Jennifer tried to move her hips to get more contact, to let her body beg for what she needed. She didn't want to stop kissing him to actually speak. And thankfully she did manage to maneuver just enough for his cock to brush up against her folds. She was dripping and aching for him, and just that bit of contact was almost enough to finish her off.

She gasped in his mouth, and he swallowed her moans. And just when she thought that she'd die without him, just before she pulled away and demanded he take her before she flew apart with need, he twisted his hips and slid inside her.

Jonathan Hart always thought he had a healthy sex drive, but he wasn't fixated like some men. Jonathan liked sex, and he liked to think he was pretty good at it. And he'd had various experiences where he'd gotten a little fixated on a beautiful woman, wanting the triumph of bedding her. Once he achieved victory, the fixation had ended. The women he was with always had a nice time. At least, he always tried to ensure they had a nice time.

But even when he was a kid and first understanding sex and what to do and what felt good, he'd never been like this. He'd never been so out of his mind with lust before. He had Jennifer had been making love practically all day but as soon as he got to touch her and kiss her again, he wanted her even more than before they'd slept together. He knew exactly what she felt like and what kind of sounds she made and how she tasted and how she moved. They hadn't nearly exhausted their options, of course, but he was starting to get a little obsessed with her.

And it wasn't just that the sex was so good. It was good. It was outrageously good. But Jonathan wasn't just seeking his own pleasure or pleasuring a woman to earn the right for himself. He wanted Jennifer to be pleasured. He wanted to be the one to do it. He would give her anything and everything she wanted. In life, in a store, in bed, or up against a wall.

He would be lying if he didn't admit that it gave him quite the jolt of masculine pride to take her like this. Pressing against her, upright and powerful and using his strength to keep her up off the ground as he pounded into her. She moaned and gasped in ecstasy as she clung to him. Her pretty fingernails were digging into the muscles of his shoulders, stinging in the most beautiful way. He could feel her trembling in his arms, and her body fluttered around his cock to let him know she was close.

Jonathan moved his left arm to hold all her weight to free up his right hand. He changed their angle just enough to reach between their bodies and stroke her to climax. "Come for me, darling. That's it, Jennifer," he cooed in her ear.

The way she let out soft little whimpers of his name in response was probably one of the most erotic things he'd ever experienced. She was all at once delicate and wanton and willing and needy and powerful. And when he felt her clamp down like a vice, Jonathan blacked out for a moment as he finished deep inside her.

His knees were shaking and threatened to give out on him, but he couldn't bring himself to move. They both panted for air, still holding each other against the wall. Jonathan slipped out of her and did his best to keep up his strength. When he was able, he carried her into the bathroom and started the faucet on the tub, holding her all the while. Jennifer held him tight with her arms and legs.

"What are you doing?" she asked groggily as he got the bath ready.

"I figured we might clean up a bit," he told her.

"I just got out of the shower and then we got all dirty," she noted.

"I have a lot of fun being dirty with you," Jonathan quipped.

Jennifer hummed happily. "Me too," she agreed.

He finally put her down so he could help her get settled in the bath. Jonathan got in on the other side, feeling grateful for the hot water on his tired body.

"So," she began.

Jonathan gazed across the bath at her. "So?"

She smirked. "So I think you've very much proved herself a credit to the navy. Very impressive sea legs, Captain."

"Lieutenant Commander, actually," he informed her. "And despite my sea legs, I spent most of my time in the military as a fighter pilot."

Her eyes went wide. "A fighter pilot? My god, is there anything about you that isn't impressive?"

Jonathan felt a little embarrassed at that and shrugged, not saying anything.

Jennifer must have sensed his slight discomfort. Her foot tapped his thigh under the water. "Jonathan, I know we're still learning about each other, but I hope you know that every single thing I learn is just one more aspect of you for me to love. And I love all of you. I love the way you found your way in the world coming from so little. I love that you're a navy fighter pilot. And I very much love that you're in good enough shape from the military to hold me up and show off that power of yours. I definitely love that," she added with a grin.

He grinned right back at her. "Good. And we've got lots more to explore."

"We've got our whole lives to do it," she replied. "Though I'm very glad to be prioritizing that exploration for today. We don't have to go anywhere, do we?"

"Nope. Not at all."

Her eyes sparkled. "Then how about you show me what a navy man can do in the water, hmm?"

Jonathan got her drift and lunged at her across the bath. Jennifer started to laugh, her nose wrinkling with joy as his lips found their way back to her neck.