Ch 29
Rose sighed as John lovingly ran the loofah over every square inch of her body. She had her eyes closed but she could feel those beautiful dark eyes caressing her naked flesh as much as she could feel the sponge working its way around her.
He hadn't taken the hint to climb into the tub with her, rather he had knelt beside it and went to work on her while still fully clothed. She didn't think she'd find that as erotic as she did, but there was something highly arousing about it.
She had enjoyed physical relationships with past boyfriends, but the urges were never as strong as they were around John. She wondered if, like Captain Jack, he had some sort of hyped up pheromones.
Or maybe it was just the man himself.
Sitting up she opened her eyes, "it's awfully lonely in here," she smiled seductively.
John looked at the tub, obviously calculating the space inside, "won't that be a bit crowded?" he asked with a frown.
"Not if we get in really, really close," she whispered in his ear before taking a bit of the lobe into her teeth and giving it a bit of a nip.
He may have been a bit slow to catch on, but once he did he made quick work of removing his clothing and sliding in behind Rose he wrapped his long legs around her and his hands stroked her like he had done with the loofah earlier.
Her skin danced as his long fingers worshipped her body and it was hard for her to stay passive and not rush him towards what she wanted or as much as she hated to admit it, needed.
Moments later, either heeding her siren call of lust or due to his own rising excitement he lifted her gently from the floor of the tub and onto his lap. Cupping her breasts with his soapy warm hands he let her decide when to move things along.
Pushing herself up on her knees she scooted back, taking him in her hands, she angled them both to just the right position and sunk down on his throbbing hardness, with a barely audible moan.
She had never tried this position before, none of her past lovers were very adventurous, but facing away allowed John's clever hands to take her to even higher peaks of excitement as she lifted and lowered herself onto him with increasing speed.
John's mouth was not still either, he kissed a hot trail from her shoulders to her ear, and then using just the tips of his teeth nipped at the delicate and sensitive at the base of her neck.
In Rose's lust fuelled mind she almost wished he would bite harder, marking her as his for all the world to see, but she was incapable of words in the heat of her passion. She settled for reaching behind her and grabbed fistfuls of his hair, yanking and pulling as she rode him.
When she finally tightened convulsively around him she pulled on his hair so far she could feel some of coming off in her hands, part of her regretted this happening but the less rational part wouldn't let go of him at any cost.
She could feel him wince as the strands were yanked from his head, but his seeking mouth and gently stroking fingers didn't let up, even as he took over for her and thrust into her at last.
Once she had regained her breath she moved to face him. He had half laid down in the water, his knees still on either side of her. She smiled down at him until she saw the thin trail of blood behind him.
"Are you OK?" she reached a shaky hand out to touch the back of his head.
"I think so," he replied a bit breathlessly, eyes still closed, "good thing I have a lot of it," he gestured vaguely at his hair.
"Sorry, got a bit carried away," she started to apologise, but without opening his eyes his finger landed on her mouth, shushing her.
"I actually kind of liked it," he admitted with a half grin on his face.
Moving to lying partially on top of him, to snuggle in the tight confines of the tub Rose sighed contently, "I hope you never cease to surprise me," she kissed his chest.
"Will do my best," John laughed, pulling her in tight.