The evening was incredibly long and had rolled into the darkest part of night before Jonathan and Jennifer made it back to their bed and breakfast. They'd capped the evening by verbally sparring with the town's singularly unimpressive Sheriff, which had only managed to get Jennifer's blood up. And not in the way Jonathan usually preferred.
She ranted the entire ten minute walk back to the house, shadowboxing with a man who couldn't have cared less about either of them or what was happening in the sleepy town. Jonathan made all the right noises of agreement until Jeremy startled them with news that he'd left something in their room. At the promise of "something" from Eleanore, Jonathan shook his head and followed his wife upstairs. As far as he was concerned, there was little more they could do for the night, except try to relax and get some rest. The hypnotic sway of Jennifer's hips as she preceded him up the staircase was enough to warm his blood and make his palms tingle to touch her. It had been several long days since their morning in the hot tub, and she'd been carelessly teasing him all night with her outfit. He didn't know when or where she'd found those jeans, but he hoped she had at least 3 more pairs just like them.
The mood dampened some with the note, leaving Jennifer momentarily lost in thought. She was tired as well, he noted, and still a bit unsure of her new role in this town. She wasn't one to shrink from a challenge, but even he had to admit that owning this town in particular was much more than just a challenge. And it wasn't just loyalty to a beloved mentor anymore. She was getting to know the people of the town, their stories and their losses, and her kind heart would keep them here for as long as necessary.
Jennifer gave a wordless groan of gratitude as they began to shed their heavy coats, and the frisson of anticipation that had diminished with the appearance of Jeremy returned.
"How's your back?" Jonathan asked, feigning nonchalance and taking her coat. She curled her fingers against the base of her spine and stretched, wincing a little.
"We're not as young as we used to be. Remember when we could dance all night without consequence?" She mused, stretching forward to touch her toes. A muscle jumped in Jonathan's jaw as the denim stretched tight across Jennifer's backside, her hands curled around her calves. His teeth ground as she continued to stretch until her low chuckle caught his attention. She was grinning grinning at him, fully aware of what she was doing.
"I always thought you were a breast man." She straightened and pulled her hair off her neck, rolling her head on her shoulders, turning enough to give him a good view as she pushed her chest out. Her brows twitched and she bit her lip, watching his eyes darken in arousal. She'd tease him later for his appetite, boundless as it was, all for her. But he knew full well that she had a healthy libido of her own and he was pleased to see it; to know she was feeling as playful as he was. He'd have understood if she'd been too tired or out of sorts to make love, and he would have happily held her all night long if that's all she wanted.
"I'm a Jennifer Hart man." He shrugged, as though that explained everything. Where she was concerned, it certainly did.
"Didn't you say something about a massage?" She teased, turning back to him and dropping her hands to the buttons of her shirt and unbuttoning them with amazing speed. The flash of lace and coy smile told him everything he needed to know. Thank God, a cuddle was not all she wanted.
"I have a better idea." He promised, circling her wrist and pulling her into his arms. He briefly palmed her ass, molding his fingers to her curves before he turned to tuck her against his chest. "And you'll be loose and limber all the same."
Whatever she meant to say was cut off when his tongue swirled over the tendon in her neck. Her skin tasted of salt air and sweat, and the tangy musk of exertion from the barn dance. It was a sweet nectar and he lapped playfully at her pulse, eliciting a throaty purr that rumbled straight into his chest.
His hands slid over the denim of her jeans, mapping the delectable form he knew so well. He traced rivets and seams, following the soft, worn denim waistband. The zipper was a ridge against his palm and he slid lower to cup her.
"Make me forget my name." Jennifer murmured, squirming against him. "Please."
Jonathan cupped her tighter and Jennifer's breath caught. She tilted her head, turning her face towards him. Her nose brushed along his jaw and her hot breath blazed across the open neck of his shirt. She was panting, her arousal gone from kindling to open flame in the span of seconds. Jonathan's jeans were tightening uncomfortably, and he gave a purposeful, slow grind against her backside, earning him another whimper of need.
With the ease of experience, Jonathan thumbed open her jeans and pulled the zipper down. It would take nothing to tug the waistband and allow her to shimmy the material to her hips and the floor, but he wasn't quite ready to let them go. They'd been on his mind all night, after all. Instead he worked his hand into the elastic of her panties. The beginning slickness of arousal coated his fingertips and Jonathan cursed into her ear. She shivered at the depth of his tone, the carnal need in his words.
Jonathan curled his forearm around her waist just as his middle finger slid inside her. Her whimper was cut off as she bit hard into her own lip and thrashed backwards into him.
Jennifer's beautiful face was a grimace of concentration, her brow furrowed as he eased his fingers in and out, rhythmic and slow. The heel of his hand ground against her clit and she mewled aloud, her chest heaving.
Without opening her eyes, Jennifer scrabbled at the hand across her middle until her fingers encircled his wrist. He smirked when she tugged his hand up, delight zinging up his spine when her rigid nipple pressed into his palm. He kneaded at the handful of flesh even as he nestled his erection against her ass, their pleasured moans mingling.
Then Jennifer was guiding his hand again, drawing his fingers over her breastbone and curling them against her throat. His cock pulsed against his fly when her heartbeat fluttered against his fingertips. Jonathan couldn't contain a growl, the feral sound tearing through both of them when he tightened his grip on her with both hands.
"Jonathan…" It was a single word made into three syllables, dragged sweet and sticky like taffy. All her erotic desire was in that word, and her need for him to make her come. Her eyes were twisted shut, lashes twitching as her hips began to buck against the fingers inside her, curling just so, chasing the molten heat dripping over his hand.
He might have appeared to have full control of the situation, but the truth was he was at her mercy. He pursued her release with single-minded determination, even as she undulated deliciously against his straining erection. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over and–
"Harder." She rasped, and Jonathan grunted. Those gorgeous jeans of hers, molded to her every curve, were restricting his movement. "Harder." She croaked again, and pressed his hand against her throat with more force. He squeezed and released twice, his thumb slipping over her clavicle to feel her throat bob with each breath. She felt so fragile against him, her body slight and her faith immense. Yet she was lightning in his arms, untamed and furious, arcing in multiple directions at once. Jonathan could only hold on to her, grounding them to the present, as the orgasm shook her from her head down to her toes.
He loosened the fingers under her chin and she breathed deeply, a groan and a gasp tumbling past her lips. She was trembling as the storm passed, and Jonathan maneuvered them to the bed. He laid her out and her hips still jerked slowly, the tight seam of her jeans continuing the sensations even without him. Her eyes were wide and unfocused on his face, but her lips were curled into a satisfied smile.
"Jennifer?" He whispered and she grinned up at him sloppily.
"Who?" She asked with a little giggle and he chuckled in return. "Are you just going to sit there staring all night, or are you going to join me?"
She crooked a finger at him before she slipped her hand into her panties.
On a filthy oath Jonathan tugged at her jeans, dragging them down her thighs but abandoning them at her ankles. He cursed again when his fingers seemed not to want to cooperate at his own fly. He had to be careful with the zipper, pulling the denim away from himself to avoid a catastrophe. He was surprised when Jennifer's hands joined his. He hadn't expected her to regain mobility so quickly, but his thoughts turned to static when she reached into the waistband of his boxers to free his erection. Jonathan watched, slack-jawed, as she pumped her moist fingers over his cock, using her arousal to slick her grip. Her free hand was still pressed between her legs and Jonathan swore again as he leaned forward and bit messily at her lower lip.
Her mouth opened for a chuckle, and Jonathan's tongue delved inside. The sweet party punch still lingered on her tongue, but the taste he chased was all her. He was half out of his mind with longing so he had to count on Jennifer to guide him home. She spread her legs as far as denim around her ankles would allow and he draped himself over her and settled between her thighs.
He filled her with one stroke and the force of his entry drove the breath out of them both. Dimly, Jonathan hoped the hardware of his jeans wasn't pressing into her uncomfortably. He would have asked, but she was sucking his tongue fiercely.
The unexpected crack of her palm against his ass cheek had him jerking hard into her, and Jennifer grunted with satisfaction. "Again," she demanded, but the word was breathy, making it less a command than an entreaty.
Jonathan plunged wildly, the last of his control shredding when she raked her nails across his scalp and pulled almost painfully at his hair. His eyes began to close before shooting open again to find her watching him in intense adoration. The pleasured chaos in the golden flecks were almost eclipsed by her pupils, wide in arousal. Her lips were moving but there was no sound. Her top teeth scraped over her bottom lip, the wicked curse both a mantra and a plea.
Jonathan was only vaguely aware of the thud of the bed against the wall, and the way it echoed through their old room. His awareness had shrunk to the point where they were joined and nothing more, every muscle in his body aching for release.
He felt the slam of orgasm through Jennifer, tight and hot, drawing him impossibly deeper followed by the sharp pinch of her teeth against his shoulder. The sensations overwhelmed him and Jonathan gave in to his own blessed release. Her sharp cry cascaded into a deep moan when he spilled inside her heat, his back bowed sharply. The relief was almost painful and he grunted several times before his muscles began to loosen. He murmured her name into her throat, over and over, and rolled his hips gently as they both came back to themselves. When she was finally able to move, Jennifer began to card her fingers through his hair, and Jonathan lowered his head to her chest while he caught his breath. His muscles still twitched as he softened, exhaustion finally winning out.
"That was quite a ride, cowboy." Jennifer purred against his scalp. She pressed kisses where she could reach. With one hand she rubbed soothingly over his back and the other she pressed over the indents she left in the skin of his shoulder. An unspoken apology, unnecessary as he'd enjoyed himself immensely.
"I aim to please, ma'am." He drawled, still winded, and she giggled.
"You please each and every time, my love." It didn't matter that they were nearing 20 years of marriage and countless acts of lovemaking. His chest still swelled with pride at her words and he nuzzled into her breast. They were still half-dressed, their clothes tangled around them. It had been a whirlwind, quick and fierce, and now they were in the calm. Though he was loath to part from her, Jonathan sat up and helped remove her remaining clothes before taking care of his own. Their laughter was bright as he wadded the discarded items and tossed them over his shoulder carelessly.
There was no ensuite bathroom in their accommodations, and neither of them had the strength to rummage for robes so they could venture out to clean up. Instead they worked together to pull down the covers and crawl into bed.
Jennifer waited until Jonathan was settled, then draped herself over him and rested her ear over his heart. The length and intensity of the day began to catch up with him, and in the aftermath of such spectacular sex, he was instantly drowsy. The rhythmic cadence of Jennifer's breath against his throat lulled him even deeper, to that liminal space between awake and dreaming. He still had the presence of mind to knead at her lower back, reveling in the little sounds of pleasure she made as he worked the muscles there gently.
"Maybe we can go out for breakfast in the morning." Her words were slow and slurred, sleep finally overtaking her. "Catch a little of the local color."
"Color." Jonathan agreed, before slipping into sleep himself.