A/N: M-rating

1976

Jennifer Edwards had spent fifteen long years comparing every single kiss to this one. No one's lips ever felt like this. No one's tongue ever tasted like this. No one ever, ever kissed her like Jonathan Hart. After a few years, she worried she'd built up too much in her head, that her memory was far more than reality had really been. But oh god, her memory didn't even do him justice.

Though, to be fair, they were far more skilled in their thirties than they'd been at ages sixteen and eighteen. Jennifer didn't remember Jonathan doing that thing with his tongue before…

"Jonathan," she moaned into his mouth. She clung onto him, her arms wrapped tight around his neck. His arms held her tight as his embrace crushed her against him. He was so tall and broad and warm and solid and strong and virile and perfect. So, so perfect. Plenty more bulk now than there'd been when they were young, and Jennifer was extremely pleased with the change.

Jennifer turned her head to gasp for air, and Jonathan took the opportunity to explore with his kisses. His lips moved over her cheek to her jaw and down her neck where he sucked right at the pulse point that always drove her wild. No one could do this like Jonathan.

"Oh yes," she gasped. "Oh please. Jennifer hardly knew what she was begging for, she just knew she wanted more. Needed more. Her fingers tangled in his soft hair as she encouraged his ministrations.

His hands wandered, too. She felt them slide down the back of her blouse, over the curve of her hips. Jennifer practically felt her knees buckle. She gave his hair a little yank to bring his face back up to hers. She had to kiss him again.

As their lips caressed each other hungrily. Jennifer was so caught up in the kiss that it took her a moment to realize that they were moving. Jonathan walked her backwards, and she followed where he led without question.

They stopped, and he pulled away quite suddenly. Jennifer blinked and looked around. They were in a bedroom. Presumably his bedroom. And he was standing about two feet away from her.

"Jonathan?" she questioned. Her voice came out hoarse and small.

He ran an anxious hand through his hair as he breathed heavily. "We should slow down," he advised.

"But I don't want to," Jennifer answered. That was the plain, simple truth of it. For the last fifteen years, she'd dreamed of this man. For the last month, she'd done everything she could to remain professional and aloof and to keep her distance even as she fantasized about exactly this. The number of ways her mind had conjured to have him was frankly a bit alarming. But the pure, simple fact was that Jennifer wanted him. She wanted him so much she could hardly breathe.

And thankfully, Jonathan seemed to want her just as much. He didn't say another word. He just surged forward, taking her face in his hands and kissing her again. She could feel in his kiss that he was just as ravenous as she. Jennifer snuck her hands between them and started unbuttoning his shirt. He usually kept two buttons undone, but ever since she'd seen him that first morning in nothing but a towel, she was desperate to explore that gorgeous chest.

One of Jonathan's hands slid down to her throat. He touched her gently there, but it made Jennifer shiver with want. His other hand started pulling her blouse out of her slacks.

Their kisses became messy as they struggled to undress each other. One of her buttons may have come off, something on his shirt may have ripped. Jonathan had to pull away to keep from tripping over his pants around his ankles. He removed everything but his underwear and turned to pull down the covers on the bed.

Jennifer took the opportunity to quickly remove the rest of her undergarments, tossing her bra and panties aside to join the rest of her clothes littered around them.

Jonathan turned back to find her completely naked. "I figured it would save time," she said. Yesterday, she might have wondered if he would remember that she'd said those words to him before. Today, she knew for a fact that he did.

She made to move towards the bed, but Jonathan stopped her. "Let me look at you," he growled.

Once upon a time, Jennifer had been afraid for him to see all of her like this. She'd worried there wasn't really much worth seeing. But Jennifer wasn't afraid of much of anything anymore. Least of all Jonathan. To kiss him and hold him had been just like it always was. She trusted him. Maybe even loved him. He didn't frighten her at all.

Jennifer stood under his scrutiny, feeling herself blush slightly. Not because she was embarrassed but because she could see the way he reacted to her. She was flush with pride as his eyes went dark like the inky depths of the sea. And, of course, he couldn't hide much of his reaction wearing nothing but his underwear.

She stepped forward and took his hand. "Enough looking," she murmured. "Time to touch." Jennifer drew Jonathan towards the bed with her.

"Wait," he said.

Jennifer paused, not sure what he meant. Jonathan took her hand in his and kissed it reverently before kissing her lips the same way. He moved her to sit on the edge of the bed, still kissing her softly and lovingly. "Lie back," he told her, his voice muffled as his kisses went down her neck.

She did as he said. He leaned forward as she leaned back, his mouth moving across her chest. His hands joined in, touching and massaging her breasts with such expert skill, Jennifer nearly came apart from that alone. She trembled under his touch and gasped with each talented swipe of his tongue and tease of his teeth.

And just when she was about to beg him for more, Jonathan got down on his knees in front of her. His wet open-mouthed kisses trailed over her belly as he spread her legs apart. Jennifer had hardly considered this a possibility for right now, so before she even fully knew what was going on, she felt his mouth on her. His lips and tongue caressed her folds, lapping up the dripping wetness of her arousal. He sucked hard on her, and Jennifer found herself keening uncontrollably even while panting and gasping for air. Her hands flailed out, reaching onto whatever she could. One hand buried itself in Jonathan's hair, guiding his mouth where she needed him. The other hand found one of the pillows and clutched at it wildly. Jennifer came apart against Jonathan's mouth, shuddering and gasping and moaning for him.

Jesus, he was good at that. Jennifer was no stranger to the act, which she knew she was quite lucky for, but it had been a long time since anyone got her off like that. So quickly and so powerfully. Plenty of men were skilled, in her experience, and had egos that meant they wanted to prove that skill. But there was always something missing. She hadn't realized that before. She hadn't realized what she was missing by not having someone who truly knew her and cared about her.

If Jennifer were at all in her right mind, she would have remember that they needed to talk. After all, they both knew what had happened all those years ago, and they deserved to clear the air about it. For Jennifer, especially, to find out what had happened to cause Jonathan to abandon her. To cause her to wonder for fifteen years whether he'd ever really cared at all.

But then Jonathan stood up and covered her body with his and kissed her so she could taste herself on his tongue, and Jennifer gave up any question in her mind whether he truly cared about her. Holding his naked body in her arms and feeling him touch her made her quite convinced that he cared. But she was so blissed out in her orgasmic haze that she couldn't bother to be concerned about much of anything right now.

She reached between them to sneak her hand under the waistband of his underwear and touch his extremely impressive erection. She'd wanted to touch him for a month now, and finally, she had the opportunity. Jennifer gave him a gentle squeeze and felt him hard and hot and heavy as she stroked the velvet soft skin of his cock.

Jonathan whimpered against her mouth, pulling back to gasp. He managed to pull away from her completely. Jennifer readjusted herself in the bed so her head rested on the pillows. She watched as Jonathan removed his one remaining garment and followed her into bed.

He did not hesitate to climb on top of her and rest in the cradle of her open thighs. Jennifer liked the feel of him like this. The heat of his skin, the weight of his muscled body. It was different than in her memory, when he'd first been on top of her in bed on New Year's Eve in Max's apartment. There was a lot more of him now. He wasn't as unsure as he'd once been. For that matter, neither was she.

Jennifer arched herself up to him and begged, "Oh Jonathan."

"You're sure?" he whispered.

She looked up at him, about to ask if he was insane. She was in his bed with her legs spread before him for god's sake!

But Jonathan just grinned teasingly. "Just checking. I've dreamt about this for a long time. Wanted to make sure it was real."

"If it isn't, this is the best hallucination in the world. But Jonathan, I want you so much, quit stalling!" she whined.

He chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose before taking himself in hand and slowly pushing inside her.

Jennifer had to readjust her hips more than once to accommodate him. After all, it had been a while. But she wanted to take him all in, to feel him stretch and fill her as much as possible. By the time he was buried to the hilt inside of her, Jennifer could already feel her body fluttering around him, so close to the edge. God, this was practically all it took. This man she'd wanted from the first moment she saw him. The desire that had first lit her aflame as a girl. And now she finally had him.

Jonathan kissed her and began to move. His pace was slow and steady, ensuring she felt every inch of him and he could reach as deep inside her as possible. The restraint he showed proved he'd grown up in the last fifteen years. No eighteen-year-old boy had control like this.

At one point, she had to pull her face away from his kiss so she could breathe. That was when his pace began to quicken. Jennifer rocked her body against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. His face was buried in her neck, and she could feel him murmur against her.

"Jennifer. Oh god, Jennifer," he moaned.

Hearing him say her name so full of desire was what did it. He called her Jennifer. He called her Jennifer with so much erotic desire that it tipped her over the edge. When the orgasm crashed over her entire being, her body twitched and pulsed with pleasure.

Jonathan moved faster and chased her completion with his own and let out a bone-deep groan of satisfaction. He slowed and eventually stilled.

When he made a move to roll off her, Jennifer stopped him. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling the slick sheen of sweat on his muscled back and reveling in the heat of him surround her. "Don't go," she whispered. "Not yet."

"Never," Jonathan vowed, and he settled into her embrace for a little longer.