Chapter 15

They lay together, catching their breath, then Sara became aware of her surroundings for the first time in a long while, realising the bathroom was filled with steam, and she could hear the bath water running.

“Oops! I forgot the bath was filling!” She said, and Jon rolled onto his side, releasing her so she could get up.

Standing on slightly shaky legs, Sara found she’d caught the bath just in the nick of time, as the water was making it’s way past the overflow level, heading for the edge of the tub. She closed the taps, kneeling to reach into the water, pulling the plug out to let some water away, and gasping at the heat. When the level dropped slightly, she pushed the plug back in and brought her hand out of the steamy water, sprinkling the hot drops onto Jon’s chest as he lay with his eyes closed.

“Hey!” He protested. “Do you really want to start a water fight?”

Sara giggled, then showed him her arm where it was scarlet from the bath water. “I think we need to let that cool down a little. I think I’ll take a quick shower, wash my hair. You can have the bath if you like.”

“Why don’t we share it? I want to see you with stars on.”

He rolled onto his knees, groaning slightly at the dull ache in the pit of his back where the muscles had spasmed so violently. Getting to his feet, he pulled Sara up with him, kissing her as he pulled the band from her hair, releasing it to fall around her bare shoulders. This time, though, their kiss was sweet and almost soothing, in stark contrast to before, and Sara caressed his face as Jon smoothed down her hair. When their lips parted, Sara smiled softly, then stepped across to a wicker basket on a shelf, finding the bath bomb she was looking for. She showed it to Jon, who looked a little disappointed to see there were only a couple of stars on it.

“I thought you said it was full of stars!” He complained, and she just smiled.

“Watch.”

She unwrapped it and dropped it into the bath water, where it fizzed madly, releasing a burst of tiny stars and sparkles into the water as it scented the room with spice.

“See! Now I need to wash my hair while that water cools a bit.”

When Sara tried to move around him, Jon blocked her again, as he’d done back in the bedroom, holding her in his arms.

“I don’t want to stop touching you.” He whispered in her ear, and it was true. He couldn’t bear to see her without touching her, even innocently. It was a long time since he’d felt this desperate need for another person, and he just hoped he wasn’t going to scare her away. Looking down into her brown eyes, though, he was confident that she felt the same way as she smiled up at him, wrinkling her nose as she shook her head at him.

They both ended up in the shower, taking pleasure in the intimacy as they shampooed each other’s hair, standing close together in the confined space and taking it in turn to stand under the water jets to rinse the suds away. Jon smoothed conditioner onto Sara’s hair, pulling away with a grimace when she laughingly tried to put some on his hair, then he ran his hands through her silky hair as he rinsed it off, pulling her hair tight at the back of her head to squeeze out the water.

Sara switched off the shower, taking his hand innocently and leading him over to the bath. There was a moment of indecision as they stood by the tub, then Jon stepped in first, sucking in his breath at the water which was still steaming hot. He lay down in the water, taking Sara’s hand to steady her as she stepped into the tub, then she sat down in front of him, her back nestling close into his chest as Jon wrapped his arms around her in the water, and they relaxed in the numbing heat. Jon could feel the heat sapping what little energy he had left, making it difficult even to talk, and he could feel sweat starting on his face from the steam.

Looking at Sara, he could see the slight smile on her face as she breathed deeply, seemingly unfazed by the heat, although her skin glowed pink through the water. He tightened his arms around her, and she dropped her head back onto his shoulder as her hands ran down his arms, lacing her fingers through his and kissing his jaw.

“You’re all sweaty.” She murmured, tasting the saltiness on her lips, then running her tongue along his skin again.

“Mmmm - I know - but it feels good.” He told her, and they fell silent again, enjoying the simple pleasure of the shared bath.

Slowly, the water began to cool, and they roused themselves from the almost hypnotic embrace, Sara sitting up first and stretching forward to pull the plug from the bath. She stood up and carefully climbed out of the bath, onto the soft fluffy rug and reached for towels as Jon watched her. One towel went around her hair, and she tucked another around her body before picking up a third and offering it to Jon. Smiling, he stood up in the bath and took the towel, running it quickly across his damp hair before wrapping it around his waist and stepping out of the bath. His legs felt unsteady after the heat, and Sara smiled when he said so.

“So you can’t take the heat, then?” She joked, and he laughed with her.

“That all depends on the heat.” He replied, sneaking his hand under the bottom of her towel briefly before she smacked at his wrist.

“I need a drink.” Sara said, heading for the bathroom door. As she reached it, she turned to ask Jon if he wanted a drink, but started to laugh so hard she couldn’t get the words out.

“What?” Jon didn’t get it, even when she pointed at him, so Sara turned him so he could see himself in the mirror. “What? I don’t ………oh, right, now I get it!”

The damp fur across his chest was sparkling with tiny multicoloured stars, which stuck stubbornly even when he tried to brush them away.

“I should’ve warned you! They, well, they tend to get caught in hair!” Sara blushed slightly, hardly noticeable against the flush from the hot bath, but Jon saw it and realised why.

“And where are they stuck on you?”

He reached for her towel, but Sara grabbed the top of it with a squeal, holding tight. Jon changed his attack, catching the bottom edge of the towel and yanking it up past her belly, catching his breath as he looked down, seeing a whole constellation of stars tangled up in the soft hair of her pussy. He could feel himself getting hard again at the sight, and he knew Sara could see his arousal from the look in her eyes.

“Jesus.” He growled at her. “You’re making me feel eighteen again - every time I look at you I get a hard on. You’re driving me crazy girl.”

“Poor baby!” Sara kidded, taking one hand off her towel to stroke his face, then scratching through the fur, sending a few stars tumbling to the floor.

She could see the burning in his eyes as he pressed closer to her, pushing her against the bathroom door as he hauled away her towel. Sara pulled off his towel as Jon’s hand caressed up her thigh and between her legs, shifting her feet to allow him better access.

Jon could feel the heat emanating from her, and he knew it wasn’t just the latent heat from the bath as he touched her, feeling the wetness as he slid his fingers across her. He bent his knees slightly, sliding his cock against her clit, but not entering her, just rubbing gently against her until Sara couldn’t bear it and she reached down to take hold of him, guiding the head of his cock inside her. He straightened his legs, pushing up inside her as Sara raised one leg high, resting her knee on his hip as he drove into her, Jon using one hand to hold her leg high, the other hand bracing himself against the door behind her.

Neither of them could wait this time, and it was over very quickly, leaving them both trembling against the door, Jon resting his forehead on the door next to Sara’s head as she panted for air. Jon let go of her leg, too exhausted for the moment to do anything but lean weakly against her, chuckling softly.

“What are you laughing at?” Sara asked.

“Nothing. I was just thinking it’s a long time since I’ve felt this good.” He pulled his cock from her as he leant back to look at her. “And it’s all down to you. Thank you, baby.”

Sara kissed him gently, then wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head close in to her shoulder and smoothing the blond hair with one hand.

“You’re welcome.”

And then, of course, at the worst possible time, the doorbell rang.