Chapter 62

Slowly, Jon released his grasp on the bed, and on Sara’s hands, and she winced as she let go, her hands aching from the pressure of Jon’s grip.

Sara looked up at him, her eyes soft in the afterglow of loving as she spoke.

“I don’t know how, but every time we…..make love…..seems better than the last.”

Jon withdrew himself from Sara, resting on his elbows above her as he replied.

“Well, they do say practice makes perfect!”

“So they do.”

Dropping onto his side on the mattress, Jon laid one arm across Sara’s body, his head on her shoulder, and she brought one hand into his hair, stroking soothingly as she relaxed. She decided to go take a shower, to wash away the stickiness left by the chocolate, and also the wetness she could feel between her thighs.

“Baby?” She nudged her shoulder against Jon’s head.

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to take a shower. I’m all sticky.”

Jon’s hand slid down her body, coming to rest between her legs.

“So you are.” She could feel him grinning against her skin.

“I meant from the chocolate.” She giggled, sighing as his fingers slipped across her clit, still almost painfully sensitive, then she felt him run his middle finger deep inside her, teasing.

Already, Jon wanted her again, but - well, hell, he was forty four, and he wasn’t up to another round just yet. On the other hand, he thought with a grin, maybe he could wreck Sara as totally as she wrecked him. With that in mind, Jon raised up to kiss her, still tasting chocolate in her mouth, as his hand moved, another finger slipping inside as he brought his thumb across her clit. He felt her beginning to tense against him already, and moved his thumb away, just stroking his fingers against the walls deep inside her. Her tongue in his mouth, Sara licked against the roof of his mouth, feeling abandoned when Jon lifted his lips from hers.

With a smile, Jon kissed her forehead, then slid down the bed, taking his hand away from her pussy and replacing fingers with tongue, pushing the tip of his tongue as deep as he could. He could taste her juices and, mixed with her familiar taste, there was a muskiness that he knew was his own cum inside her. She was so close to orgasm already, still not fully recovered from the last time, and he locked his lips around her clit, sucking strongly and feeling her hand reflexively clutch at his hair, directing his mouth to a slightly different position, then her body arched as she came again with a shuddering moan. Jon let the first waves pass, then his mouth drove her higher again, feeling the trembling of her body as he kept her cumming as long as he could, until she couldn’t take any more, collapsing weakly back onto the mattress.

Finally satisfied, Jon kissed her heaving tummy as he moved back up the bed to lie beside her, and Sara turned unfocused eyes on his face, seeing him grinning at her, wetness sparkling on his lips.

“Holy Hanna……” she breathed, blinking until she could see him clearly, then lifting a shaky hand to wipe his mouth. “You’re a bad boy, Jon……..but you’re very, very good at being bad!”

Jon smirked at her. “I just thought, if you’re going to shower anyway, I may as well make sure you really needed to.”

“Well, you succeeded. I just don’t know if I can walk now.” She was only half joking, and Jon smiled as he slid off the bed.

He bent and picked her up bodily, lifting her from the bed.

“Jon! What are you doing?”

“Taking you to the shower. I don’t want to risk you falling over - you manage to get enough bruises, walking into tables - I don’t want people thinking I’m beating you! Last thing you need is your picture in the paper again, this time with a black eye.”

Sara smiled at him. “Yeah, and so much for hoping nobody would recognise me. Paul nailed me the minute he walked in the door this morning.”

Good as his word, Jon carried her through to the bathroom, and he kept her in his arms as he opened the shower door, carrying her into the stall. Sara took one hand down from where she’d hooked them around his neck and turned on the water, both of them under the spray, then Jon carefully lowered her to her feet in front of him. Her legs still felt a little weak, but almost back to normal as Sara turned around, picking up a sponge and squeezing on shower gel. When she turned back to Jon, he caught her wrist before she touched him with the foamy sponge.

“No sparkles.” She promised, showing him that the gel was a different one, a blue one, so he released her.

Sara rubbed the sponge across his broad chest and shoulders, and Jon caught a faintly minty smell from the foam, feeling his skin tingling pleasantly. He stood quiescent as Sara washed him, just watching her move, then she pulled him further under the shower to rinse him off.

Jon shook the water out of his eyes and took the sponge from Sara, adding more shower gel and massaging the sponge across her skin. Gently, he turned her around, holding her sodden hair out of the way to wash her shoulders and back, and Sara heard him swear softly.

“Sara? What happened to your back, babe?”

“What d’you mean?”

“Baby, you’ve got bruises the whole way down your spine. Looks really sore.” He gently touched one of the round bruises.

“Oh, that? I’d forgotten.” She swivelled her head, looking at him with an impish smile. “That new apartment of yours has some kinda hard floors - you need a rug or something.”

“Dammit - you mean I did that, too. Jesus - first the bite, now this. I keep hurting you, Sara. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, Jon.”

He shook his head remorsefully as he continued running the sponge gently down over her buttocks, crouching as he brought the sponge down her legs.

“Turn around.” He murmured, still crouching at her feet, and Sara swivelled to face him again.

Gently, Jon sponged her legs, pushing her feet apart with one knee so he could run the sponge between her thighs, tenderly cleaning her most intimate skin, then he rose to his feet again to wash her body, squeezing the sponge so that lacy trails of foam slid down her skin. Sara looked at him silently, her hair cloaking her body like wet silk as she let the water run down over her head, and Jon was struck - not for the first time - by her almost childlike innocence, even though it was so at odds with the wildcat she could be at times.

He bent his head to kiss her lips, watching her spiky-wet eyelashes close slowly as he approached, her pink tongue darting out to lick away the water just before his mouth touched hers. Jon dropped the sponge, laying his hands on her hips, above the prominent hip bones, and Sara put her own palms on his sides, resting them comfortably against the sides of the ‘v’ of muscle as they kissed. Their tongues stroked softly against each other, deep and tender as they stood together under the shower, both oblivious to the water cascading over their heads and down their bodies.

Drawing away after a long, satisfying kiss, Jon tenderly kissed the tip of Sara’s nose then wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her close to him under the rushing water. She made a soft and somehow contented sound in her throat as she brought her hands together behind his back, lacing her fingers and letting her hands hang low onto his butt.

The water - and the embrace - soothed their bodies and minds, and the stall filled with thick steam as they clung together. With the way her head lay on Jon’s chest, Sara could see the steam beading on the soft hair, frosting his chest with silver. She blew gently on the hair, trying to dislodge the droplets, and her breath fanned across his nipple, the skin immediately tightening and puckering as his nipple hardened. The phenomenon enchanted her, and she blew on him again, then moved her head a little to take the hard tip gently between her lips.

Jon sighed deeply as her lips touched him, rousing him from the semi-trance induced by the heat and steam. Sara moved, too, tilting her head back to look up at him.

“I need to wash my hair.” She said, bringing her hands around from his back, and Jon released her.

“Guess I may as well wash mine, too. Got any shampoo that isn’t pink?”

Sara giggled. “You could use the shower gel - it’s for hair, too.”

She handed him the bottle, and Jon looked at it, shrugged, then opened the bottle.

“It’s all the same stuff anyway.” He muttered, squeezing some onto his palm, then offering the bottle to Sara.

“No, thanks, I’ll use my usual shampoo.” She wrinkled her nose prettily. “It smells of chocolate.”

Jon shook his head with a grin as he lathered the blue gel into his hair, and Sara washed her own hair, using her chocolate-scented shampoo then the matching conditioner. When they were finally finished - that had to be the longest shower on record - Jon turned off the water as Sara opened the stall door, releasing a cloud of steam, with a cool breeze entering the stall in it’s place, making Sara shiver slightly as she reached out and grabbed two towels.

She handed a towel to Jon, who gave his hair a cursory rub, then wrapped the towel around his waist. Sara used her towel to wipe the worst of the water off her body, then flipped her hair forward, bending to wrap the towel around her head. With the towel on her hair, turban-style, she crossed to the door and unhooked her fluffy bathrobe, sliding her arms through the sleeves and wrapping herself snugly. As she turned around, belting the robe tight, she saw Jon leaning against the shower stall, watching her.

“What?”

He smiled lazily, pushing himself off the glass and walking over, taking hold of the robe’s collar and fluffing it up around her neck.

“Nothing.” He said softly. “Nothing at all. I just love watching the way you move, the way you walk.”

“You mean when I manage to put one foot in front of the other, without walking into something? The way I walk.” She snorted quietly. “You’re crazy, Jon.”

“Crazy about you.” He murmured, his blue eyes tender as he looked at her, still fussing with the collar of her robe.