Part 2 Rated M for Sexy Times.
Jennifer was quiet, but not still, as Jonathan roared along the freeway. He'd known she would get tipsy, possibly even fully drunk, but this mood was newer to him. It was something of a miracle that she could still surprise him after two decades, but he delights in each new emerging facet. They'd solved a lot of cases together, but she would always be his favorite mystery.
And his favorite mystery was squirming in her seat, her head against the window and one hand absently drawing along her throat. She tugged the gold chain there and sighed deeply, shifting yet again.
She was frustrated and not unlike a caged animal, pacing to work off energy and quelling the natural instinct to hunt. When she turned her half-lidded gaze in his direction, he confirmed that he was her prey.
Delicious tension flooded his veins, Jennifer's obvious hunger for him a wild turn-on as much as it was unsettling. They'd been together just that morning. Their sexual appetites had always been evenly matched, but Jonathan was beginning to feel her lap him. Over hands of cards, Paul had expressed his own nervousness about a younger bride and his ability to keep her happy. Jonathan never truly worried about satisfying Jennifer, but creeping age had him wondering if he shouldn't be paying more attention to the Hart Pharmaceuticals memos. Tests were not favorable in the treatment of angina, but were showing remarkable strides in male sexual dysfunction.
Not that he had a dysfunction but … well. He might need help.
"Darling, are you listening to me?" Jonathan almost shook his head to free it of wandering thoughts, flashing an apologetic smile at Jennifer.
"Sorry, I was lost in thought."
"Mmmm, good ones I hope." If Jennifer shifted any more in her seat, the luscious leather skirt was going to be around her waist. Which, of course, was a goal. But not while he was turning off into the canyon that housed their estate.
"Every thought of you is a good one, darling." He promised and she beamed.
"Tell me about the party." She shifted again, and he could feel her gaze on him. Her scrutiny, when laser focused such as it was, could be intimidating and he clearly heard what she wasn't asking.
There had been strippers of all sorts, gyrating and flexing. Acres of bare flesh filled the Willow Pond den but every inch only reminded Jonathan of his wife.
He'd been aroused by the display, not the women. The hired dancers were just poor facsimiles of the lithe body he wanted. The one that filled his dreams, his waking hours, and god bless, his large hands. His fingers clenched on the steering wheel and he swore the road before them was getting longer.
"Were you thinking of me?" Her voice was husky and the hairs on Jonathan's neck stood. He'd spent years in a Catholic orphanage but it wasn't until this moment that he thought he might pray to god. A plea and a benediction.
"Baby, I'm always thinking of you." In anyone else that might have been heard as simply a line, but his wife knew that it was true. "And all the things I wanted to do with you. To you."
She shivered and moaned and for a second, Jonathan took his gaze from the road. Her own eyes were just faint sparkles in the shadows but her white teeth were bared. She was breathing heavily and - had she undone a few more buttons on her blouse?
He had to shift his attention. Where was the house? Had he passed it? His blood was quickly abandoning his brain for parts south and his sobriety was being solely tested.
Jennifer was just that intoxicating.
In a bid to steer the conversation to safer topics, he nodded to the party goody bag on her lap. "What have you got there?"
Jennifer sighed theatrically before pulling out a cellophane wrapped item. "Pensises. Lots of penises."
"A bag of dicks." He joked. "What are you supposed to do with them?"
Jennifer chuckled and reached in the bag. "Well this one's chocolate so I suppose I'm supposed to put it in my mouth." Her smile was more like a baring of teeth and it was Jonathan's turn to shift in his seat. The two-lane road up to their driveway wound precariously before them so Jonathan resisted the urge to gun the engine. It wouldn't do to drive off the road so close to home. Or ever, he supposed.
"Of course there's only one dick I want in my mouth." She said it conversationally but the words hit him like a sledgehammer. She didn't often use such language, and almost always in passion, so he responded not unlike one of Pavlov's dogs.
"Jesus, Jennifer." Jonathan rasped and she chuckled, the sound hitting his veins like dark rum.
"Look what else." She withdrew a slim cylinder and twirled it clumsily in her fingers. She scrabbled at the base of it and it began to hum. "And she even included batteries."
They were less than half a mile from the house and the sky was pitch above them, the overhanging trees blotting out even the brightest stars. The road was illuminated only by weak golden pools of the occasional street lights and his headlights. Jonathan weighed the intelligence of pulling over right there, but it was no use.
She had been right.
"This is the wrong car." He mumbled, hazarding a glance at Jennifer's sharp inhalation. She had the vibrator against her chest and she shivered at the contact.
One more turn and the white gate loomed before them. Jonathan fumbled for the clicker, cursing when the gate moved at its usual pace. He resisted the urge to blast the horn. It would be a useless gesture but one that might ease the frustration bubbling in his blood.
The tires squealed on the gravel and Jennifer's laughter cascaded over him then stopped abruptly when he threw the car in park.
He could see in her eyes that she was going to remind him once more about his poor automotive choices but he silenced her by snatching the still running vibrator from her fingertips.
"Spread your legs." He commanded and Jennifer whimpered. There wasn't much room but she tried and Jonathan maneuvered his hand beneath her skirt. Her whole body jerked with he pressed the toy to her. She was so hot and damp but he didn't have much room to aim. Which wasn't a problem because she started to buck against him. Her fingers circled his wrist and changed the angle his r a bit before crying out, her other palm flat against the window.
"Jonathan." His name was at least seven syllables as her body strained against him. But he was helpless, caught in the powerful draw of her, watching as she chased her orgasm. She bit her lip, hard enough that he was afraid she'd draw blood. She was strung tight in the seat beside him, her breath panting out in pained gasps. Her brow furrowed in concentration and she rolled her hips again. He knew just when he'd touched her clit, because she jerked as if struck and her keening moan filled the car.
Jonathan withdrew a bit and thumbed at the power switch. The rumble of the engine and their ragged breathing were the only sounds.
"Get us to the house." Jennifer rasped, slumped against the passenger seat. Jonathan was harder than he could remember being in ages, his erection painful in the confines of his jeans. He knew his turn would come soon enough, but he wanted to bury his face in her first. The poker table was still set up, and Jonathan thought about the quickest way to get them from the little two-seater, into the house, to the table, and naked.
He was still formulating his plan when he pulled up to the front door. Jennifer was up and out of the car quicker than Jonathan could have thought possible and he was just swinging his legs out when she wrenched the door from his hands and dropped to her knees on the driveway.
"Darling." He started to say, but she flicked at the button of his jeans and tugged at the fly. Automatically Jonathan lifted his hips so that it unzipped smoothly. She didn't even pull his pants down, simply maneuvered his erection out of his pants.
"Slide forward." She spoke brusquely, but there was a telltale catch in her words. Jonathan obeyed, although he pushed at her open blouse and tugged at her bra so that she spilled out over the cups. He knew what she was after and the idea was so erotic he jerked his hips onto the air. His shaft bobbled in the cool breeze.
"Oh god," He groaned and Jennifer's cheeky grin sparkled up at him. He flicked at her nipple and brought his palm to her cheek. Even in this moment of immense passion, it was the overwhelming love he felt that threatened to steal his breath. He met her grin with his own. "Don't be gentle."
Her laughter reverberated through his entire body when her lips closed over him. She was relentless, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked at him mercilessly.
Or that's what he imagined, because his neck had gone boneless and his vision was nothing but stars.
She used her fingers and her tongue, scraped of her teeth and Jonathan wanted to thrust into the exquisite heat.
The night air hit his wet cock, the chill even more intense in the absence of the heat of her mouth. He thrust, uselessly, and opened his eyes. He was disoriented until his gaze found Jennifer's, the warm gold settling him. She waited until she knew he was focused on her.
"Don't be gentle." She admonished, and licked from base to tip before scraping her teeth over the head. She was too good, he thought.
She was the best.
His hand curled around her back of her neck and though there was no way his legs would hold him for long, he thrust between her lips powerfully.
She made noises of pleasure that increased the sensations, but he hadn't heard the thin hum of the vibrator until he felt it against the underside of his cock.
His orgasm rolled over him, squeezing a shout from his lungs and he bucked wildly. His fingers were twisted tightly in her hair and when his eyes finally focused, Jonathan realized just how desperate his grip had become. He had a flash of remorse and relaxed his hold and then scraped his nails gently over her scalp soothingly. Jennifer was still between his knees, lapping at him gently to ease him down. He tugged at her shirt weakly and she leaned up and drew him into a deep kiss. It was an awkward position but they held each other there, half out of the car. His essence was still salty on her tongue, and jonathan sucked at it as he palmed her breast.
His wife's nipples were still hard and sensitive. She pressed into his warm palms and kneaded his shoulders. Their gentle, soothing touches confirmed their connection and their feelings. There was no rush to get into the house now, as they'd dulled the knife edge of desire at least a little bit.
They were still breathing heavily when Jonathan stood up. His cock hung out of his pants and Jennifer was equally rumpled, her silk blouse caught on her elbows and her bra pulled down uselessly. They began to giggle as they took in the sight of one another and Jennifer stepped close to nuzzle at his chest.
If they could make it up the stairs and to their waiting bed, the sweet care in the wake of their earlier frenzy would continue until they made love, soft and sweet.
"Tonight they asked me if sex really ended after marriage." Jennifer whispered and Jonathan pulled her into an embrace. She buried her nose in his neck then pulled back to drop kisses along his shoulder.
"What did you say?" Jonathan asked, although he was pretty sure he knew. There was only one answer, because his wife never lied.
"I said—."
The porch light came on, momentarily blinding them.
"Ey!" Max's voice was grumbly with sleep. "You two ok out 'ere?"
Jennifer stifled a giggle, her forehead dropping to Jonathan's chest.
"Yeah, Max." Jonathan didn't turn around, just held on to his wife chuckling into his very rumpled shirt. "We're just fine."
The older man humphed as he slapped off the light and closed the door. Experience had taught him not to ask too many questions. Or look too closely, lest he see things that couldn't be unseen.
"You were right." Jonathan murmured into her hair.
"I know." She nodded her head. "About what?"
"That was the wrong car." Her laughter warmed him and she pinched lightly at his side. "Think we can make it upstairs?"
Jonathan closed Jennifer's blouse, attempting to make her presentable as she tucked him back into his jeans. They didn't bother with buttons and zips, as they would be abandoning their clothing at the earliest convenience.
"I'm sure we can." Jennifer held out her hand and twined their fingers together. "Together."
Max was up early with Junior, shuffling out the front door for their usual dawn constitutional. The Porsche was exactly where he'd seen it the night before, the driver's side door open and the keys still dangling in the ignition. The dome light was off and Max made a mental note to find the jumper cables. The battery was very likely dead, drained from the night before.
Not unlike the couple still passed out in the master suite. He'd hold breakfast until eleven. Give them time to recover. Good thing it was an afternoon wedding.
"Those kids." Max mumbled, shaking his head with resigned amusement and making a wide circle around the car. He wasn't about to touch the scene of the crime, choosing to ignore it all. Including the little pink plastic cylinder lying next to the open door.
"What are we gonna do with them, Junior?" He asked, as they made their slow way into the sunshine, unable to swallow his grin. "What are we gonna do?"