Chapter 123

Jon and Sara both relaxed in the water, letting the pounding jets melt away the tension they hadn’t even known was there. The underwater lights changed colour slowly, casting an ethereal light around the room as the ambient light level dropped, the afternoon easing toward evening. Neither of them spoke for a long time, just occasionally reaching out a hand to pick up their drinks, sipping slowly.

“This is lovely.” Sara finally murmured, and Jon opened his eyes again, squinting through the steam and dim light.

“Yeah. You’re awfully far away, though. Come over here and kiss me.”

Smiling, Sara leaned forward, reaching across, and Jon caught her hand, pulling her off her seat and over toward him. The movement of the water swung her to one side, and Sara gasped when one of the jets hit her in a very sensitive place.

“What is it?” Jon asked as he pulled her onto his lap.

“Nothing. One of those jets just got a bit personal!”

“Really?” Jon kissed her while that thought ran through his mind, a wicked smile on his lips as he pulled his head back again. “Where?” His hand slipped between her thighs. “Here?”

“Mm-hm. Even your bathtub has a dirty mind.”

Kissing her again, Jon slid forward, off the seat, holding Sara against his body and he moved along the tub until he felt the pulse of the low jet, then he turned them around so Sara was kneeling on the seat. He pushed Sara nearer the edge of the tub, until she stiffened slightly in his arms, pulling her mouth free from his kiss and gasping in surprise.

“Jon!”

“What?”

His fingers gripped her hips, angling them slightly as his knee edged her legs apart, adjusting her position until she groaned, the water rippling across her clit as he held her pinned in place.

“Jon? No……oh, Jesus, I……..oh, oh, fu……Jon!”

Her words were lost in the groan as she came, the powerful jet bringing her to orgasm in seconds. Jon chuckled as he still held her in place, just moving her hips the tiniest bit from side to side, feeling the tension in her as she came again almost immediately, bucking hard against his grip. This time, he let her move enough that the jet was no longer powering against her pussy, letting her recover a little before angling her once more, her helpless panting stiffening his cock quickly so he wanted to drive into her while she came. But not just yet. He kissed her neck, and she turned her head to let him kiss her lips, Jon seeing her pupils dilated by the dimness and by her state of arousal.

He used the jetting water to drive her into a third orgasm, and she was trembling now, hardly able to speak as he pressed her closer to the jet. Jon nibbled at her neck and shoulder as he nudged her thighs further apart, his fingers biting into her flesh, knowing he was bruising her, feeling somehow as though the bruises would mark her, claim her as his alone.

“Oh…….oh, fu……oh, fuuuck……” she groaned, her hands gripping the edge of the tub as the fourth climax slammed into her, and she couldn’t even think, just holding tight and trying to ride out the almost agonising pleasure. “Jon……please……….oh, please, Jon, oh, fuck…….fuck me…..”

Moving in close behind her, Jon still held her clit onto the water jet as he slid his engorged cock slowly inside her, feeling how hot she was, her walls throbbing around him as he drove inside. Now he felt the pulsing water drumming gently against his balls, and the sensation brought a groan to his lips. Sara couldn’t even move, the repeated waves of gratification locking her muscles tight so all she could do was let Jon hold her as he curled forward over her back, thrusting deep inside her with one hand now kneading her breasts.

Even though he only had one hand on her hip now, his weight pressing down on her back kept her clit on the jet, and she convulsed as she came yet again, her contractions bringing Jon closer to his own climax. Sara almost felt numb, but the aftershocks of the multiple orgasms kept hitting her as Jon’s pelvis thumped against her ass each time he drove his cock all the way home, and she could hardly believe it when she came again, Jon’s hand sliding down from her breasts to her belly, holding her tightly against him, hips pumping as his cum flooded into her.

Sara was still moaning, sobbing, as Jon wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her close to him as he twisted around, sitting down again, just holding her tightly as she tried to recover herself, but even his breathing against her made his cock stir slightly within her, and Sara moaned again. Carefully, Jon raised her off him, then he reached out to kill the water jets as he gently sat Sara between his thighs, enfolding her in his embrace, murmuring softly to her as she still panted. She finally managed to get control over her voice, and she let her head fall back onto Jon’s shoulder before she spoke softly.

“I don’t even know what to say.” She whispered. “I think you’re trying to kill me, but what a way to go!”

“I’ve told you before, darlin’. I love to watch you cum. Are you okay now?”

“Okay?” Sara’s voice was distant. “I guess that’s one word for it. Okay? Jesus, I’m so far beyond okay. I seriously doubt if I can walk though.”

“Don’t worry about that. Just sit there a minute.”

Jon slid out from behind her, sitting on the edge of the tub, then standing to walk over to the door, unhooking one robe and putting it on, then bringing the other back for Sara. She got to her feet, still very shaky, and Jon held her on the edge while he wrapped her in the robe. When he pulled her to her feet on the side of the tub, her legs were trembling badly, and he scooped her up in his arms without a word, carrying her through and laying her in his bed.

He lay down beside her and tugged her hair free of the knot, then cradled her in his arms, Sara cuddling close into his chest as her body tried to recover, and they both fell into a doze.

When they woke - or, at least, when Sara’s mind began to function semi-coherently again - she moved her head to look up into Jon’s eyes.

“Oh. My. God.” She said, carefully breaking the three words apart. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“You said that already.” Jon grinned, and Sara’s forehead creased into a confused frown.

“I did? When?”

“Well…..just before we got out of the tub……”

“I don’t even remember getting out of the tub.” She admitted with a smile. “Rational thought wasn’t exactly working right then.”

She sat up, fighting back a moan when her overstimulated clit throbbed at the movement, only realising that the sensation must have shown on her face when she saw Jon’s grin.

“Will you stop looking so pleased with yourself?” She said, the words without fire as he sat up and pulled her into his arms again.

“No. You make me happy. And you said ‘fuck’ again, baby…..”

“I did? Oh……I did, didn’t I? Well, it’s all your fault anyway!”

“Glad to hear it, darlin’. Now I think we need coffee.”

“Coffee would be great.” Jon pulled her to her feet, and by now her legs were almost back to normal. “Coffee and chocolate.” Sara clarified as they headed for the kitchen.

Jon poured coffee while Sara cut two more generous slices from the remaining chocolate torte, then they went across to the couch and sat snuggled close together, Jon flicking on the TV and channel hopping until they found a movie. He dropped the remote and pulled Sara closer, his arm around her shoulders and both their feet propped on a wide stool as they watched the movie.

Partway through the movie, Jon turned his head to speak to Sara, only to find she was sound asleep, her head pillowed on his shoulder. He smiled at her tenderly, dropping the TV volume a few notches to avoid disturbing her sleep, and he just held her tightly until the movie was over. As the final credits rolled up the screen, he killed the TV and bent his head to lightly kiss Sara’s soft lips, bringing her awake gently.

Sara opened her eyes sleepily. “Did I fall asleep? Sorry, Jon.” She rubbed at her eyes, trying to wake up.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. A nap was probably just what you needed, after the couple of days you’ve had.”

“Maybe. Hey - did you eat my chocolate cake?”

“Yeah. Seemed a shame to let it go stale, since you were asleep. Sorry.”

“After earlier, I think I can forgive you, baby. Anyway, there’s a little more cake left. I’ll go grab it.”

Sara went to claim the remaining piece of cake, mildly surprised to find it was only just five in the evening. It had certainly been a busy - and oh-so-satisfying - day!