Author's Note: M-rating

It was silly to be nervous. Jonathan Hart hadn't been nervous about sex since he was a teenager who didn't know what he was doing. He was a man over forty who certainly knew what he was doing. And anticipation and excitement were certainly familiar feelings when it came to taking a woman to bed. Nervousness wasn't familiar at all.

But he was nervous. He was nervous because Jennifer Edwards was important. She was the most important woman he'd ever met. He'd fallen in love easily and quickly, but they hadn't slept together yet. Their first time together would set the tone for the rest of their lives together. He was going to marry this woman, and he needed to prove to her right here and now that he would be able to take care of her as her husband. Take care of her and take care of her.

Like any modern woman in her thirties, Jennifer obviously had been around the block. And honestly, thank god for that. The heterosexual male misogynistic obsession with virginity was a little creepy to Jonathan's mind. Why on earth would he want to be with a woman who had no idea what was going on when it came to sex? Jonathan liked sex and liked to think he was pretty good at it, but it was only really fun when you were with a person who could give as good as they got, so to speak.

And seeing Jennifer come out of the bathroom wearing a hotel robe with her feet and legs bare and her auburn hair loose around her shoulders made Jonathan suddenly feel like every bit of confidence he'd ever had just flew right out the window. It didn't matter how experienced he was or what sort of things he'd ever done with any other woman. All that mattered now was Jennifer. Beautiful, miraculous Jennifer.

Some kind of sweet something fell from his lips as he handed her the champagne, and she made a quip that made him shiver from the inside out. He was suddenly so desperate to touch her. To kiss her. To hold her.

"Jennifer?"

"Yes?"

"I love you very much." It was all he could think of to say. But it suddenly felt very important that he tell her again.

Jennifer smiled and drank down the rest of her champagne. She didn't respond with words. Oh no, she did something even better. She came over and kissed him.

Jonathan met her kiss fervently. He pulled her into his arms and held her tight against him. Her lips parted beneath his and his tongue surged into her mouth, making her moan and whimper. Jonathan himself felt a little weak in the knees at that kiss.

She clutched the back of his neck to anchor his face to hers and took a few steps forward to push him backward onto the bed. Jennifer fell right on top of him. They broke apart, breathing heavily, but only for a moment. Jennifer adjusted herself to straddle his hips. She leaned in for another kiss and reached between them to attack the buttons of his shirt with her clever fingers.

His hands travelled her soft, perfect thighs beneath the robe she wore. Jennifer had just reached the end of his shirt buttons and sat herself up. He watched her as she perched there proudly. Jonathan reached up to untie the robe. Jennifer grinned as she shrugged it off.

Jonathan got to look at her body for the first time. Right there in broad daylight in the penthouse suite of the Ritz, Jennifer Edwards straddled him wearing only a black bra with lace around the edges and a thong to match. His mouth went dry and his vision went a little black. Or maybe he was just staring at the lace on her tits.

"Oh my god, Jennifer," he groaned, seeing her bared to him for the first time. Though, not even really bared. She was still slightly clothed in extremely sexy underwear.

And Jennifer just smiled. God, she was the sexiest thing he could have ever dreamed up. She sat there and reveled in his love and lust like the goddess she was to him.

But as Jonathan's eyes feasted on her body, he glanced up at her face and saw her looking at him just as hungrily. Before he could say or do anything, she had pushed his shirt open and off his shoulders so she could get at his chest. Jonathan sat up to get his arms out of the sleeves. Her fingernails scratched over the hair covering him, and she let out a throaty moan.

One woman, a few years ago, had asked him why he didn't wax his chest. Jonathan personally never saw the point. He wasn't really trying to look like Chris Hemsworth, and at his age, it wasn't as if Marvel was going to knock on his door, so what did it matter? He worked out and kept fit for his health and the habits he'd developed all those years ago in the military. But with Jennifer's reaction to his body, he felt a swell of masculine pride unlike anything he'd ever felt. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her, and it was glorious.

"Kiss me," he requested.

Jennifer's nose wrinkled as she giggled and leaned down over him once more. She placed her forearms on the bed on either side of his head and firmly pressed her lips to his. Jonathan's hands traced up her thighs again and over the lace at her hips, reaching around to squeeze the firm flesh of her ass before moving up her slim waist to finally settle on her back, hugging her close to him.

As soon as she came up for air, Jonathan rolled them over so he could hover over her body. Jennifer laughed happily again.

"I love you," she said. The words fell from her lips unhindered, and his heartbeat quickened at that.

"And I love you," Jonathan told her once more before giving her another searing kiss. This time it was her tongue that made its way into his mouth. She raked her nails over his back and writhed beneath him as she moaned softly into his mouth.

Jonathan wasn't quite sure where to start. He wanted her so badly and his mind was in a complete fog of lust. For starters, he began to kiss down her neck. She had a beautiful, incredible neck. He'd noticed it over the last two days, with her hair up and that high-necked sweater teasing him. He spent a little time with his tongue tracing her tendons and his teeth nipping at the curve of her collarbone. And then he moved down to her full, pert breasts still encased in that black lace. He sucked on one through the fabric to tease her a little, and she arched into his touch. Jonathan took the opportunity to reach behind her back and unhook her bra with one hand.

Jennifer giggled again, that throaty sound that shot right though him. "Oh very well done, darling," she praised, shifting to take the bra straps off her shoulders and toss the garment away.

"You're prefect," Jonathan breathed, gazing down at her breasts. He didn't give Jennifer the opportunity to respond before taking her hardened nipple between his teeth and sucking hard. She gave a high-pitched gasp of pleasure. Jonathan altered his attentions, delighting in every sound and every movement she made, filing it all away for future reference.

He made his way lower, tracing his mouth over her lean belly and pressing soft, reverent kisses to her freckled skin. She had freckles, and he loved them. He wanted to learn each one, count them and trace them with his fingers and his tongue. They would have a lifetime where he planned to know every inch of her skin better than his own.

Jennifer, however, was getting impatient. She reached down to the button on his pants and fumbled a little. Jonathan stood up and removed his pants, leaving the boxer briefs in place for now. But Jennifer would have none of it. She got up on her knees and hooked her thumbs in the elastic, pushing it down his legs. Her hand found his cock already hard for her. She slid her palm down his shaft and back up before her fingers curled around his thickness. Jonathan let out a strangled groan, unable to help himself.

He had wanted to kiss her and touch her and hold her, but now he was finding himself utterly bewitched by the way she touched him. He wanted her to touch him, wanted to feel everything she could do to him. He ceded control of the encounter to her without even really knowing it. Jonathan Hart had not been one to trust others very easily, least of all women. It was just easier to keep people at a distance, even in intimate moments. But this was easy with Jennifer. Everything was easier with Jennifer.

And when she leaned forward, sitting on the bed with only a scrap of lace to cover her, and took him in her mouth, Jonathan felt like he had ascended to another dimension. He tangled his fingers in her hair not to guide her but to anchor himself to her and to keep his knees from buckling beneath him. Her free hand rested on his hip, holding him steady. It was an intimacy of its own that he hadn't expected and instantly treasured.

Jonathan had to back out of her grasp, however. He wanted to savor this time with her, and coming in her mouth, while an extremely tempting prospect, was not how he wanted things to go for their first time together.

His cock came out of her mouth with a filthy pop, and she gazed up at him expectantly. Her hair was mussed from his attentions, and her skin was flushed. She looked perfect.

"Lie back," he told her, his voice a little hoarse from his own heavy breathing.

That sexy grin of hers was back, and she followed his instructions. He peeled that black lace thong off her body and tossed it aside to join the rest of their discarded clothes. And Jonathan was on her in an instant. It was in his mind to touch her, to ready her with his fingers and make her come apart once like that and then go down on her until she came at least once more, but he faltered.

The moment he touched her, he found that she was already dripping wet. Her dark curls were slick from her arousal, and his fingers trembled as he touched her. She whimpered and moved her hips so he'd touch her where she wanted him.

"Jonathan," she whined.

He couldn't wait any longer. Neither could she, it seemed. Without much pretense, Jonathan lined himself up with her entrance, rubbing against her and spreading that delicious wetness. He had to take a couple deep breaths to calm himself and not come just from that alone.

Gently, he pushed inside her. Shallow at first, then all the way out and then back slightly deeper. He continued with agonizing slowness until he thrust completely inside her. Jennifer shifted her hips to accommodate him. She was already breathing heavily and trembling. Jonathan could feel her walls fluttering around him, and he needed to exercise restraint. He knew he wouldn't last long, but he didn't want to disappoint her.

Jonathan began to move inside her, setting a steady pace. Jennifer wrapped her thighs around his waist, crossing her ankles at his lower back and using her long legs to pull him in as deep as he could go.

She felt incredible. Better than anything he'd ever experienced or imagined. For Jonathan Hart, perfection in every sense existed only one place, and it was Jennifer Edwards. The way she felt and moved, the way she softly moaned his name. Her hazel brown eyes fluttered closed as sensation overtook her, but she struggled to keep her gaze glued to his.

He shifted his weight, changing their angle slightly and adding friction in just the right place. Jennifer's body shuddered as she climaxed, pressing her mouth into his shoulder to keep from crying out.

Jonathan was clenched in the vice grip of her orgasm and came only a moment after she did. He stilled inside her and collapsed, burying his face in her glorious neck. He tried to keep his full weight off her, but for the life of him, he couldn't seem to move. Even as he was going soft inside her, he remained nearly comatose on top of her body.

Jennifer was still catching her breath as she stroked his hair, damp from sweat. Her fingers traced lazy, comforting patterns on his back. He wished they could stay like this forever. Everything was absolutely perfect.

He lifted his head slightly. "Jennifer," he croaked.

"Jonathan," she replied with a happy hum. She placed feather-light kisses on the shell of his ear.

"I…" He trailed off, not really sure what to say or how to say it.

"I know," she answered, not letting go of him.

Yes, she did know.