"Ten minutes is ten minutes." Jennifer admitted, guilt almost seeping from her pores. Jonathan's fingers tightened over her slick shoulders and he hovered close, lips brushing the side of her face.

"You're telling me." Jonathan breathed and she chuckled. She was so warm and pliable and her skin was lightly perfumed from the herbal oil he was using. He hadn't been sure he wanted his turn anyway, as aroused as he was just from the feel of her beneath his hands. He squeezed at her shoulders, allowing his hands to travel down her arms. Without warning, Jonathan yanked at the sheet and this time when he swiped at her bottom, he allowed a little sting in the gesture. She let out a startled gasp that dissolved into a moan when he grabbed a handful of her tender flesh and kneaded.

God, he loved her ass.

Jennifer made as if to sit up and relinquish her time but Jonathan didn't release her and she chuckled throatily.

"I'll take that ten minutes." He said against her spine. The breath wooshed out of Jennifer and he trailed his fingers over the silken skin over her spine, the dimple at its base, and along the cleft of her ass. His touch was whisper light in spite of the hunger already rising in him.

She was luscious. Twenty years older than the day they met and she only grew more delectable. Her breasts and hips were fuller, her curves deliciously soft. Her trim waist was complemented by arms and legs toned by her dedication to pilates. Legs so lithe and strong that he longed to have them wrapped around his hips. She was walking perfection; it was no wonder Kramer looked at her the way he did. Like he wanted to devour her whole. It was an inclination Jonathan shared.

"Oh," Jennifer breathed. His hand finished its slow trek, slipping between her loose thighs to caress her folds. She arched into his touch, instantly needy. He rubbed his finger in slow circles, catching the gathering moisture and spreading it, readying her for a deeper touch.

He was sure he could feel her heart thundering against him, but that had to be his own racing pulse. She could drive him into tachycardia simply with her existence…not to mention the way she rolled her hips on the table and whimpered.

Jonathan kept his touch light and rhythmic, hoping to draw her pleasure out, sticky sweet and hot. Perhaps a little punishment for her naughty untruths. He'd never begrudge her 10 minutes or 10 years, but he was going to have his fun nonetheless.

"Nine more minutes," He tried for a conversational tone, but his voice broke when her hand tried to join his, flicking at her own clit. That wouldn't do at all.

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The abandoned egyptian cotton wrap fell away to the floor when he hefted at her hips, dragging her sloppily to her knees. The table wobbled precariously under her, and her muscles went rigid for just a moment before relaxing.

She knew he'd never let her fall.

Instead he leaned his lips in, using his nose to brush along her hip, chuckling when he felt her shiver again. He breathed deeply and growled, a feral noise that caught at her core and made it pulse.

And then, without further warning, he buried his mouth against her.

It was as if she'd been plugged into a socket. Pleasure, white hot, speared through Jennifer at the first thrust of Jonathan's tongue inside her. He held her firmly, which was a blessing because the massage had already rendered her boneless. Add to that the swamping liquid heat threatening to overtake her and she was in danger of melting away entirely.

She didn't even know if her eyes were open. Light was sparking in her vision, bursts of color rendering her sightless. She didn't know how they'd gotten here so quickly, although massages never did stay massages for long between them.

There was an edge to Jonathan's desire and it wasn't just retribution for her fib. He'd been uneasy ever since they arrived in the city, hovering close. That he invested in the play to assure he could be near her was exactly like him, although Jennifer suspected he had a mistrust of David that went beyond the trouble at the theater.

But, oh god, his tongue was shifting quickly between sharp jabs and long licks. His fingers were almost bruising as he held her steady, absolutely fucking her with his mouth. The rasp of his teeth against her tender flesh had her arching into him.

He chased her pleasure relentlessly, then backed off when he felt her muscles tensing. Her frustration manifested in little sobs and he batted her hands away any time she tried to intervene.

She was going to incinerate from the inside out. She balled her fists against the table, grasping for strength that wasn't there.

"Three minutes." He grunted. If she had been at all aware, she would have been satisfied to hear the barely-restrained lust in his voice.

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Oh fuck. I love you. Yes. You're so perfect. My god. Jennifer. Jennifer. Jennifer.

Words rampaged through his mind as he stayed on his task, building Jennifer to the peak only to back away. He had no idea how many minutes he had left. Time lost all meaning around the time Jennifer slumped forward on the table, whimpering in her need. His erection strained, the light brushes of his robe making him thrust against the air.

Desperately he gripped his cock and gave himself a few fitful tugs before turning his attention back to his wife.

She was unraveling, sweat beading over her back. The towel she had on her head had long since slipped away and her red hair spilled over her shoulders, also damp with exertion.

Finally, with exquisite slowness he pressed two fingers into her, curling them just so. He only had to pump twice before she strung taught as a bowspring and collapsed. His had slid away and her body continued to lazily convulse, the orgasm rippling outwards.

He reached towards her again, to stroke her but she shook her head and tried to turn.

"I can't." She whispered, and he thought he saw a glimmer of regret there. Of course he'd known this could happen - that he would get her too worked up that the pleasure beyond and she became too sensitive for much more. But god, if he didn't come soon, he was going to explode.

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Jennifer wanted her husband inside her more than she wanted her next breath, but she couldn't. It was too much and she was still too dazed from her own experience to offer much assistance. Jonathan still stood with his cock in hand, eyes searching hers for…something.

He must have found it because his shoulders sagged and he began to stroke himself. He started slowly, picking up speed as he caught her watching him.

He was gorgeous in full desire. His thick, muscled chest sprinkled with coarse hair going silver. His neck corded with intensity, has hand working feverishly. She crooked a finger to beckon him closer and laid her hand on his thigh. She was mesmerized by the sight of him. He didn't masturbate for her very often. They enjoyed their activities a little more interactive. But she'd talked him through it on the phone more than a few times, mind conjuring this exact picture as her own fingers worked to bring her to release. It was even more beautiful now, with nothing to distract her from his fierce pursuit of release.

His blue eyes were dark as he stared at her, the intensity of his gaze burning her up. She wanted to touch herself but she was still too tender, so she palmed her breast instead and squeezed.

"Fuck, Jennifer." He rasped and his eyes went sightless. The beautiful petit mort claimed him for several seconds and he just barely caught himself with one hand on the massage table.

His lips hovered over hers and though he was still mostly insensible, she snuck a kiss. Her essence still clung to his mouth and she chased the flavor with her tongue.

She felt the moment he returned, the kiss going deeper and more soulful. They moved in sync until he was standing nestled between her thighs, his cock going soft. He drew her up to sitting and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her head to rest on his shoulder.

His breathing was still quick so she soothed him with her hands and words. They recovered together until Jennifer began giggling.

"What?" He asked, his face buried in her neck.

"It's just that…" She giggled again and kissed his shoulder. "Ten minutes is…'

"Ten minutes." He agreed.