A/N: M-rating

As soon as the door closed, Jonathan pressed his face against her neck. Her gorgeous, perfect neck. She tangled her fingers in his hair to keep him anchored where he was, and her legs were wrapped tight around his waist. "Oh Jonathan," she sighed. "Jonathan, I love you."

He loved her so much, he felt ready to burst with it. Words could not encapsulate what this woman meant to him. How he needed her and wanted her and adored her beyond anything he'd ever known. And after the doubts she expressed, he had been so afraid to lose her. He'd pushed away all his desperate impulses to try and be understanding and to give her what she wanted and needed. All he ever wanted to do for the rest of his life was give her what she wanted and needed. Because all he wanted and needed was her. To hear her tell him that she felt just as strongly as he did and she was just as sure, Jonathan's heart had soared.

Jonathan carried her to the bed without bothering to turn on the light. The curtains were open and there was still plenty of daylight outside. He put her down on top of the pretty decorative comforter and reluctantly pulled away from her.

Words got caught in his throat. He couldn't think of what to say, seeing her lying there with her eyes dark and shining with love as she gazed up at him and reached for him wantonly.

She smiled. "Take your shirt off. I want to feel your chest," she said.

Jonathan felt a swell of male pride. He replied, "You take yours off. Same reason."

Jennifer giggled and sat up, hands poised at the hem of her sweater. She was waiting for him. Jonathan stepped out of his shoes and threw off his jacket while unbuttoning his shirt. Jennifer then pulled the sweater up off her head and kicked her own shoes off by the bed. By the time Jonathan had wrenched his socks off his feet, Jennifer was perched on the bed in just her skirt and bra.

The bra was blue and edged in lace. Simple but very pretty. He stood there, bare from the ankles down and the waist up, and he stared at her. "I love the way you look in blue," he said.

She grinned. "I'll keep that in mind. Now come here, please."

Jonathan sat down on the edge of the bed, and Jennifer crawled up behind him. Her hands moved over his shoulders to his chest, caressing every bit of him she could reach. She kissed his neck and nibbled on his earlobe, and Jonathan rather felt he was going to lose his mind. He'd never had a woman touch him like this, to so boldly seduce him in the way he usually would do to a woman. It was a heady thing, realizing that she desired him the way he desired her. She had already proved herself extremely enthusiastic and engaging in bed—and anywhere else they'd made love over the last few days—but to see this lust in her, an erotic arousal that rivaled his own…it was more than he'd ever contemplated. And he was already addicted to her.

"I love you, Jonathan," she whispered. Those were the most beautiful words he could ever hope to hear.

"And I love you, Jennifer," he told her in return. He nuzzled against her cheek, desperate for more contact. He had to touch her. He needed her.

He leaned back, falling onto the bed and forcing her to readjust. They lay side by side somewhat oddly, their legs handing over the edge as their kiss deepened and hands carried on their exploration.

Rather abruptly, Jennifer pulled away from him. She stood up and unzipped the back of her skirt so it fell in a pool at her ankles. Jonathan leaned on his elbows, watching her undress, feeling his happy heart thundering with erotic anticipation. She was entirely naked when she came to where he sat and unbuckled his belt, yanking his pants off his legs. And when they were both bare, Jennifer came to stand in front of Jonathan, giving his shoulders a small shove. He lay back in the middle of the bed, and she crawled over to join him. Jennifer straddled his hips, leaning over his chest to cover him in wet open-mouthed kisses.

They'd barely even gotten started, but Jonathan was overcome. "Jennifer," he growled, pulling her face up to his so he could kiss her properly, their tongues surging together as they swallowed each other's moans of arousal. He could feel her hot and wet in his lap. His hands wandered her breasts, squeezing and massaging her in the precise way that he'd learn would make her whimper and sigh and grind her hips against him.

Jennifer pulled away from his kiss, panting. "Please, Jonathan," she begged. "I need you."

Jonathan mumbled, "Yes, darling." He did not bother to remove his lips from her neck. He was enjoying the way he trembled when he sucked just hard enough on her perfect skin.

Without breaking away from him, Jennifer raised herself up on her knees and held Jonathan's hardness in her hand to line him up with her entrance. She teased his tip, spreading her wetness until she sank down on him. The gasp that escaped her lips when he was fully sheathed deep inside her nearly made him come on the spot. Jennifer took her time, savoring their union, but Jonathan was getting impatient.

He pushed himself up so they were sitting face to face. His feet were planted on the bed behind her with his knees bent. He wrapped his arms around her waist. Jennifer used her knees as leverage and began moving herself up and down. The strength of her reminded him that she had been a dancer and kept in shape. God what a shape she was.

Jonathan met the rhythm she set. Every movement between them seemed to coax him deeper inside her. All he could do was rock back and forth, holding her tight. And in that moment, Jonathan was certain that he'd never been so close to another human being in all his life. Physically and emotionally and romantically and every which way two people could be together. The beating of their hearts thundered like drumbeats of destiny. Their panting breaths and the sheen of perspiration that coated them both had turned the air thick with intimacy. And somewhere in the haze of lustful pleasure clouding his mind, Jonathan somehow felt as though their bodies curled around each other had intertwined their very souls, solidifying in that moment what they both already knew: they were bound inextricably together until the end of time.

Jennifer's movements had turned quicker, more erratic. She fluttered and clenched around him as her orgasm pulsated through her whole body. She gasped at the overwhelming pleasure but did not stop moving until Jonathan followed her over the precipice, groaning against her neck with bone-deep satisfaction at spilling inside her. Only then did they slow and still.

He could no longer remain upright. Jonathan kept Jennifer enveloped in his embrace and tilted their joined bodies to the side so they could lay together. She snuggled herself against his chest, and he buried his face in her hair as he breathed the mantra that beat through him. "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you."

Jennifer's whole body was alight with pleasure and satisfaction and a kind of comfort she never knew was even possible. Lying in Jonathan's arms and feeling him whisper his love for her over and over and over was the most beautiful feeling. And she knew, deep in her heart and soul, that this was what people meant when they spoke of home. Everything was good and right and perfect here and now. Jonathan had become her home. In less than a week, she knew without a single doubt that he was her soulmate, and she'd never want to be without him.

Aunt Renee had forced her to stop and think and consider if she was moving too fast and making a mistake. But she wasn't. She had stopped and thought and considered. And she was now at home in the arms of the man she loved.

Eventually, as their breathing returned to normal and Jonathan had gone soft inside her, he shifted and pulled himself away. His arm was probably going to sleep where she was lying on him. Their bodies separated, each of them making little noises of satisfaction. Jennifer stretched and rolled onto her other side, finding a more comfortable position for her legs.

Jonathan pressed himself against her back. Oh that glorious chest of his, it even felt good from this angle. His lips found her neck again. That seemed to be his favorite place to kiss her. What a beautiful feeling it was to have his lips moving against her skin there. Jennifer always felt like she was ready to melt into a puddle of goo whenever he kissed her lips, so perhaps it was for the best that he liked to kiss her elsewhere. Actually, she was rather certain there wasn't a part of her that he didn't enjoy kissing.

His hands moved around her body, pulling her tighter against him. His left hand burrowed beneath her body to reach around and find its way to her breast. She gasped at the suddenness of his touch there. His right hand moved from her hip over to her belly to hold her in place. She could feel him everywhere, surrounding her and consuming her. All Jennifer wanted to do was drown in his embrace.

"Jonathan," she sighed happily. "Darling, I love it when you touch me."

"And I love touching you," he answered. "Every single part of you."

To illustrate, Jonathan moved his hands to every place on her body that he could reach. His left massaged each of her breasts in turn while is right slid down to touch her between her thighs. Jennifer lifted her leg and hooked it back behind her and over his hip to give him more space to move and touch her.

"How's that?" he murmured seductively.

A little gasp fell from Jennifer's lips as his fingers parted her folds and teased her gently. "Oh right there," she moaned.

His index finger slipped inside her, too shallow to be where she wanted him and too slow to give her what she wanted.

"More," Jennifer begged. Her hips started to move to get his hand where she wanted it. In doing so, she brushed against the growing heat of him. She could tell he wasn't quite hard yet, but he was getting there. Oh god, she wanted him.

"I love how insatiable you are," he praised. Jennifer shivered at that tone of his voice.

"You made me this way," she told him. Her breath was starting to become labored. "You're so good. Oh god, you're so good, Jonathan." Jennifer was not, as a rule, very vocal in bed. But with Jonathan, she was somehow compelled and fixated on saying his name and telling him exactly what she wanted and exactly all the things he was doing that she loved. And she felt not a hint of embarrassment or awkwardness in doing so. After all, Jonathan was her home. Nothing between them could ever be like that. Already, she knew the nature of their relationship and trusted in it. It had never been like that before. Because no other man was Jonathan.

He added another finger to dip inside of her body, causing Jennifer to moan softly. It was so good, but not quite good enough.

"Faster, darling," she instructed. And he did as she asked. He moved faster and harder, and with each thrust of his hand, his palm pressed into her to build up her body's ache for release. It was already quite clear to her that when she and Jonathan made love, once was never going to be enough. He had indeed made her insatiable.

All of a sudden, when she was on the precipice of climax, his hand disappeared. He put it on her abdomen, painting her skin with her own wetness that dripped off his fingers. But before Jennifer could whine about the loss of him just when she was getting close, Jonathan shifted his hips behind her and slid his hard cock inside her. The fact that he could get so hard again so quickly was extremely impressive. But that was something she'd think about later. Right now, it was hard to form a single thought in her head.

Jennifer rocked herself against Jonathan as he thrust inside her in a steady rhythm. And she grabbed his hand to put it back between her legs, guiding his fingers exactly where he should be.

"Show me," he growled. "Show me where you want me to touch you."

God, that voice! Oh, that might be enough to get her off, just the way he spoke to her. It took only another moment of showing him how to touch her before she trembled and shook with her orgasm. She came so hard, she thought for a moment she might have started weeping.

She was vaguely aware of how Jonathan gripped her tight and stiffened just as she felt his warm release filled her. When he stilled, she felt like he was still moving. In her, around her, through her.

The next thing Jennifer knew, Jonathan's lips were back on her neck. This time, though, he left soft little kisses. Kisses of love and comfort rather than of arousal and desire. She hummed happily. "That feels nice."

"I wanna make you feel nice," he answered.

"You make me feel better than nice," Jennifer assured him. "I think for a moment there, I saw heaven."

"Me too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Jonathan confirmed. "I'm in heaven here and now with you."

"Now and always, darling," Jennifer vowed.