Alex woke slowly and stretched luxuriously. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so content. She knew it was wrong…but she couldn't help it. She was with the man she loved. He loved her and that was all that mattered…the rest was just details. Sure they were details like a husband and wife, and children, and careers…but they were just details none the less. In her present state of bliss…nothing was going to bring her down.
She stretched her hand out seeking Jon's warm flesh…but found his side of the bed was empty. Well maybe one thing could bring her down. Her eyes flew open and she looked around the room in alarm. He was nowhere to be seen. Panic clawed at her chest…he had done it again…he had left her… again. The back of her eyes began to sting; her lower lip began to tremble. She threw herself face down into her pillow and was just about to howl out her agony when…
"Ready for your bath, beautiful?" It was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. She immediately turned to his voice.
In two strides Jon was beside the bed. "What's wrong, Ali? You've been crying."
"I…I thought…I thought you were gone," she sniffed.
"Oh baby…I could never leave you."
"But you will," Alex insisted.
"Shhh," he cooed, "let's not worry about that now." He pulled her to him and silenced her with a kiss.
Alex couldn't remember that she had a train of thought, let alone what that train of thought was. Jon scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the bathroom.
It was surreal. Jon had lit candles…dozens of them and they were perched on every available surface in the room, giving it a warm glow. The large tub was overflowing with clouds of white foam that was sprinkled with rose petals…pink rose petals. Beside the tub was a silver ice bucket on a stand containing a bottle of chilled champagne and two crystal flutes, each adorned with a strawberry.
"Oh my God," she whispered, "How did you…?"
"This hotel has a great concierge," he offered in explanation. "Now…shhh."
He lowered her into the steaming water, slowly…allowing her time to become accustomed to the change in temperature. He poured two glasses of champagne, handed her one and placed the other down on an available section of marble and slid the sweats he was wearing from his waist, before carefully slipping into the bath behind her. It was reminiscent of an earlier time, she relaxed back into his body just as she had back then. She felt his arms encircle her, and his lips on the top of her head, and released a deep sigh.
"I love you baby," he said against her ear, his warm breath tickling her flesh.
He ran his hands up the length of her arms and bought them to rest on her shoulders, where he began to tenderly knead out the tension there. Alex took a deep draw from the glass in her hand and placed it next to Jon's. Her eyes drifted closed and her head lolled back and forth across his chest, as his skillful hands made short work of the knots. Every now and then a soft purr would erupt from her chest…just like a kitten showing its contentment.
Alex's hands found Jon's thighs beneath the water and slowly began to stroke their length, nails scoring his flesh gently with each up stroke. He immediately began to harden beneath her, his proud length pressing persistently into her lower back. She arched her hips slightly and began to undulate gently against him, each sharp breath and sensual noise she made only serving to drive him further into maddening desire.
Jon dropped his hand from her shoulders and immediately found her breasts. Their stiff peaks stabbed at his palms as he rubbed over them, before taking the protruding pink nipples between his thumb and forefinger and rolling them mercilessly. She groaned, arched. One hand came up to thread into the hair at the nape of his neck, drawing his mouth down to the long line of her exposed throat. The other slipped into the space her arching spine had created between their bodies and enclosed around his length, her thumb rubbing absently across the tip.
"Oh Fuck…." He breathed as her hand slid effortlessly up and down his length.
"Your wish is my command," she said. And with that she raised herself above him and slid him into her silky depths.
Jon was so stunned by the suddenness of the action that he grasped onto her breasts. She yelped, but it only seemed to spur her on. Alex began to rock up and down the length of his cock. Water sloshed around them.
She turned her head and planted a kiss full on his mouth. "Fuck me baby." She urged against his lips.
It bought Jon somewhat back to his senses. He realized that he had been sitting there still, in a state of shock, though why he had no idea. He traced one finger around and over a nipple, flicking gently, tickling and teasing. She grabbed his hand and sucked a finger deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, flicking at it, massaging it with deft skill, all the while reminding him that it could just as easily be his cock. She had, after all already done all that and more. She seized his other hand and guided it to the apex of her thighs. But instead of letting him take charge, she did. She maneuvered so that his hand lay on top of hers, and then she began to pleasure herself. All the time his fingers shadowed hers, teasing, circling, probing, rubbing.
Holy hell, his body was on fire, his brain a melting pot of lust and desire, and his cock….fuck, his cock had never been so hard, his balls so full. He felt invincible. He felt like he could last all night. And with that thought, she reached beneath them and took his balls in her hand and he was instantly on the edge. Every nerve in his body was alive and screaming for release.
"Ali," he managed to grind out as he pulled at her hand, "stop…I don't...not yet..." It was hard to form a coherent thought let alone a coherent sentence.
Ali obliged and instead guided his hand back to her pussy. This time she let him play.
She bit down on her lip as his finger slid into her slit. It felt warm against her skin in contrast to the cooling bath water. He rubbed up and down her length several times, exploring every fold of flesh. He flicked at her clit several times, teasingly...only to move away from where she wanted his touch most. She bucked against his hand in frustration and he chuckled evilly.
And then he was working her clit in earnest as he thrust into her without restraint. Water spilled over the edge if the bath and coated the floor, it doused the nearby candles, dimming the room with each violent thrust. Alex had one hand over his at her pussy, holding him in place. The other gripped at the powerful muscles of his thigh.
"Harder," she urged, "more Jon...pleeeaseee...."
"Oh fuck, Ali....." he grunted. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off him, standing in the process.
"What...Jon...noooo," she cried in protest, as he stepped out of the tub.
He grabbed several towels from the rack and threw them on to the floor, scattering them like a white fluffy nest, then pulled her from the tub and laid her on top of them. Mere seconds had passed before he was pumping into her for all he was worth on the bathroom floor.
She had welcomed him back with a satisfied moan and now her legs were wrapped around his waist, her back arched with desire. He was biting his lip so hard in the effort to retain control that he tasted blood. His need was raw...primal. Never before had he felt so unbelievably out of control.
Beneath him, Alex moaned and groaned and screamed her pleasure. Long nails scored the flesh of his back as her hands grappled to gain purchase on his wet skin. Their bodies slipped and slid against each other, increasing the friction. He curled his hands up over her shoulders, bracing her for each thrust. And then she was convulsing around him. Her head thrashed from side to side as she babbled incomprehensively and screamed his name. Jon followed her into oblivion, spilling his seed deep within her.
The pair lay silent for a long time, catching their breath and simply revelling in the feel of each other's bodies. When he could finally lift his head Jon covered her face with tender kisses. "You are so amazing baby..." he said quietly "I've never had this with anyone. No one can do to me what you do with just a kiss."
"Umm Jon...there was a little more than a simple kiss going on there," Alex giggled.
"Well yeah...but you know what I mean?" It was a question, not a statement.
Jon got up and turned on the shower. Keeping his attention focused there as he asked nervously, "Do you...do you have this with him?"
"Please Ali...I need to know."
Alex drew her knees up to her chest, so she was a little less vulnerable. "Jon I'd really rather..."
"Please..." he interrupted.
"If you're asking if it's good...the answer is yes. He is a very attentive lover." She purposely didn't say Rick's name but watched as Jon visibly winced regardless. "If you're asking if he and I have the connection that you and I do?....I don't know how to answer that Jon....What is it that we have?"
"I love you Ali...you love me..."
"I do yes...I've admitted as much, regardless of how much I have tried to deny it even to myself these past few years."
"Well you don't have to deny it anymore...at least not to me. I know you feel it too Ali...I know you feel that we are destined to be together...just like I do." He stepped closer to her and held out a hand. He drew her up from the floor and encircled her in his arms. "What you have with him really doesn't matter...just like what happens with Dot doesn't matter. At the end of all this Ali...and you can trust me on this...at the end of all this...it's gonna be you and me against the world."
"Oh Jon," she sighed, and laid her head against his chest, "I'd really love to believe that."
"Well believe it. Trust me baby...one day...I'm gonna make all your dreams come true." He kissed the top of her forehead and gave her ass a light tap, instantly lightening the mood. "Now," he added, "I don't know about you...but I am absolutely ravenous. I'm going to order up some food. You jump into that shower and clean up, 'cause I'm pretty sure that as soon as I've been fed I'm gonna want to dirty you all over again."
Just over an hour later Alex was sprawled on her back in the middle of the bed, the duvet pulled all the way up to her neck. Jon was cuddled to her side. They had devoured three huge burgers and a massive serving of fries between them. Had chased those with a shared Chocolate Fudge Brownie Sundae and washed it all down with two giant glasses of Soda. She sighed contentedly and her eyes fluttered closed. Jon's hand found her breast and kneaded gently.
"Aren't you worn out yet?" she asked sleepily. Now that she had been fed the only thing on her mind was a nice afternoon nap.
"With you here...? Never?"
"Well I am." Alex insisted, snuggling deeper into the plush bed.
"That's fine baby..." he whispered. "You sleep...I'll take care of everything." He pressed a soft kiss to her lips and then he was moving beneath the covers.
Alex's eyes flew open when she felt his tongue flitter over her clit. She lifted the duvet and looked down her body at him.
"Wha...." was all she managed to get out, as he parted her thighs and his tongue penetrated her.
"I thought you were falling asleep?" he muttered against her flesh, the vibration of his words the sweetest sensation. Then he raised his head and flashed an evil grin, wiggling his eyebrows in emphasis.
"Not anymore," she said and pushed his head back between her legs.