Max had left a note for them on the bureau in the foyer. He had gone to Annie’s place for the evening. Jonathan showed the note to Jennifer. "Very, very convenient," he said, with raised eyebrows.
Jennifer just smiled her special smile, and took his hand. She led him upstairs to the bedroom.
Jonathan shut the door behind them, and dutifully followed her never doubting her intentions. They sat on the edge of the bed, and slid their arms around each other.
For long seconds, their lips connected; slowly at first, then the kiss deepened. Jennifer let Jonathan’s mouth work its magic on her, feeling the tenseness that had been building the last couple of days begin to melt away. Suddenly, all that mattered was Jonathan and her, and the feeling that caused her heart to race and her senses to tingle. She returned the kiss eagerly, her hands sliding up beneath his shirt to savor the warm strength of his back.
Jonathan’s mouth left hers as he trailed kisses down her jawline and to the pulse point of her neck, where he knew she was ultra-sensitive. His hands slid around to reach for her blouse buttons, and continuing to kiss her, he began to unfasten them. He pulled her shirt off her, his mouth never leaving her body. One of his hands came up to massage and knead her breast. Jennifer could only take a few seconds of this before she was grasping the bottom of his shirt, and pulling it over his head. He obligingly raised his arms and let her remove it, but when she reached for the waistband of his pants, he said, "Not yet, Darling."
"What?" she asked, pulling her head back a bit.
"I want to take care of you first," he said simply. He gently pushed her back on the bed, so her head was lying on his pillow. He paused only a few seconds to remove his shoes, then got on his knees beside her. Jennifer rested her head back, watching him. Her eyes were shining with excitement, not knowing exactly what he was planning.
Jonathan definitely had a plan of attack. Determined to make Jennifer as relaxed as possible, he pulled her shoes from her feet, letting them drop to the floor beside the bed. Next, he slid his hands beneath her to skillfully unfasten her bra, and pulled it free. It was soon lying on top of their shoes.
He ran his hands down the sides of her breasts, and over her ribs, his fingers leaving goose bumps in their wake. He glanced up at her. "Are you cold?" he asked.
"Yes, but…you’re warming me up," she answered with a seductive smile.
He grinned fiercely, then reached for the button on the front of her pants. After it was undone, he pulled her zipper down, then slid her slacks over her hips and removed them. Then he pulled his own body up a bit, and moved so his head was above her breasts. She leaned her head down and he craned his neck to share a searing kiss with her. He could have sworn he felt sparks when their lips separated. A moan and a shiver from her told him she was already very stimulated, and he realized her state of arousal might prevent him from being as leisurely as he wanted. Determined to continue at this pace though, his hands each gently cupped a breast, one hand tweaking and rubbing her already excited nipple, while his heated mouth ravaged the other one. It was only a few seconds before he belt her body writhing beneath him. Her hands, which had been clutching the pillow, suddenly came down to push at his head, urging him to move to the spot on her body that was weeping for his attention.
Jonathan fought back a shudder, and let her push him downward, but he only offered a promising kiss on her mons veneris, before pulling himself off her.
Her eyes flew open, and her mouth began to form a protest, but something in his facial expression told her to calm down. Their gazes lingered for a few seconds, and then she relaxed her head again, trusting him.
Seeing her quiet resignation, he grasped the top of her panty hose, and slowly pulled them down, taking her panties with them. Finally, she was completely naked.
Jennifer let her thighs spread, waiting for his expert mouth and hands, and gasped with surprise when he reached for her foot instead. Sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed, he lifted her left leg and used his strong hands to massage her entire foot. He slowly lowered his head, and surrounded her pinky toe with his mouth, sucking strongly at the small digit. Then, leisurely and maddeningly, he moved from toe to toe, siphoning erotically at each until Jennifer was on fire with her passion.
He heard her cry out as he moved to the other foot, knowing his movements were enflaming her. He was driving her to the point of madness with his tactics.
Jonathan repeated the procedure on the other foot, paying homage to each toe. As he finished the last toe, he glanced upward and this time, the shudder lurched through him unabated. Out of her desperate desire, her right hand had moved between her thighs to toy vigorously with her own clitoris.
He had to stop for a second, just clutching her foot and trying to control his body’s reactions from the sight. Just seeing her so aroused was enough to cause spasms to wrack his body. He tried to block out the image of her questing fingers, and resumed his oral assault on her. He kissed and licked his way up her foot and ankle and calf, lingering at the soft flesh behind her knee, then up her thigh. He closed his eyes at the top of her thigh, and tried to ignore the scent of her passion, before turning to blaze an identical path up the other leg. Every inch of her lower body had been tasted and teased by him, causing her flesh to tingle.
Jennifer’s mind had become clouded over with a myriad of sensations, uppermost being the intense throbbing in the core of her body. Her fingers were easily maintaining that state, but somewhere, from behind clenched eyes, she heard Jonathan’s husky voice, "Do you want to continue that, or would you like me to take over?"
It took a few seconds for realization to creep in, and then she moved her hand. Almost immediately, she felt the heat of his breath where her hand had just been.
Her state of excitement shouldn’t have surprised Jonathan, but somehow it did. He constantly marveled at the extreme response of her sensual nature. He lowered his mouth to the center of her femininity, and he tasted the abundant juices that had already flowed from her. Then, when he could finally draw a breath, he pursed his lips and sucked at her hardened bud.
"God, Jonathan," he heard, as she arched her body upward in a long-denied climax. The fingers clutching at his shoulders were still wet from her own lubrication, but he was only vaguely aware of it. He paused his ministrations for a few seconds, letting her regain her composure, then went to work again in earnest. His lower body wiggled at the cover of the bed, tormenting his burgeoning manhood.
Jennifer lost awareness of time and place as his talented mouth brought her from peak to peak. It was one of the things he loved most about her; her responsiveness to him. Her hands were entwined in his hair, sometimes tugging cruelly at it, but he knew she was unaware he was making her wince. She was floating on a cloud somewhere in the stratosphere, and he was ready to join her there.
He gave her one last seductive kiss, then licked and nipped his way back up until his lips engulfed hers in an sensual kiss. Jennifer could taste herself on his lips, but it was a taste she was accustomed to. She was temporarily sated, her body still singing with pleasure, and she concentrated on returning his kiss, transferring her gratitude with her mouth. Her tongue danced over his teeth and tickled the roof of his mouth.
Jonathan reached down and unfastened his pants, then wiggled his way out of them. A few brusque movements, and his shorts and socks were off, and his naked body pressed tightly against hers. Jennifer stroked her hands along his sides raising a few goose bumps of her own.
"Cold?" she asked, feeling his flesh rise.
"Burning up," he managed, even as her hands moved to lightly scratch his taut buttocks. "Ah, Jennifer", he moaned, and then he pulled his lower body back a little. He gripped his erection in his right hand, gritting his teeth in anticipation, then held it steady as he let the tip of it enter her. Then, moving sharply, he plunged his full length into her, taking her breath away. Jennifer gripped him with her nails out of surprise, causing him to grunt from the sharp pain. He soon became oblivious to it though, as he began to stroke, his body moving in a slow steady rhythm. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on what he was doing, trying to draw out the sensation as long as he could.
Jennifer released his backside, and one of her hands came up to stroke the hair that had fallen forward on his sweaty brow. She brushed it back into place, and then pulled his head to her for a kiss. He kissed her hungrily, then his face lolled into the hair trailing down over her shoulders as his movements became more erratic.
"Come with me, Darling," Jennifer whispered in his ear as her body spasmed yet again. Scant seconds later, he grunted his pleasure as his body found release deep inside hers. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, then his body relaxed.
Finally, Jonathan was able to lift his head, and his eyes focused on her face. She was smiling at him. "Incredible," she whispered, savoring the tingling aftermath of his love.
"Yes, it was," he responded, his voice almost failing. He kissed her again, his mouth never tiring of the sweet taste of hers. Then he moved off her, shivering at the sensation of manhood sliding from her warm wetness. He ended up on his back beside her, his shoulder pressed against hers, and his fingers entwined with hers.
They laid like that for a few moments, the sweat on their bodies drying and their breathing returning to normal. Then Jennifer suddenly sat up, startling Jonathan with the abruptness of her movements.
"What?" he asked.
"I need a shower," she said, "and if I lay here, I’ll just fall asleep." She hesitated, then bent over and placed a swift kiss on his cheek. "Care to join me?"
His eyes fluttered open. A slow seductive smile formed on his features. "Now, how can I refuse?" he asked.
Jennifer winked at him. "You can’t," she said tartly, before she bent to retrieve their clothes and padded off in the direction of the bathroom. She had just turned on the hot water when she felt his hot breath on her neck.
"What took you so long?" she asked, taking his hand and pulling him into the shower with her.
Later, much later, Jennifer lifted her head from Jonathan’s shoulder. "I forgot to finish the book," she said, as the thought suddenly occurred to her. Jonathan reached up and pulled her head back down.
"We’ll finish it tomorrow," he said. "My chest is getting cold."
She giggled at him, and pulled the covers up over them both. "Better?" she asked, letting her head rest in the same spot it had been before.
His hand came up to stroke her damp hair. "Much better," he whispered, and within seconds, they were both asleep.
