by Julie Cohen
Jane felt as if she’d never been truly naked with anyone else, ever before. She held herself still and didn’t speak, or cover herself, or turn to see to the bath. She just stood and looked and let Jonny look at her.
They caught each other’s eye and both of them smiled.
‘Sorry,’ Jonny said. ‘I can’t help staring.’
His appreciation and his desire for her were both so obvious in his face and his body that Jane couldn’t help letting out a laugh of amazement and joy. Jonny’s smile widened.
She could see it in his eyes. She really was his perfect woman.
‘What do you want to do next?’ he asked her.
Jane remembered when they’d made love. How he’d touched her and given her pleasure and then surprised and thrilled her by sinking to his knees in front of her.
‘I want to see if turnabout is fair play,’ she said.
She stepped closer to him and wrapped her hand around his erection. It leapt in her hand and it felt even harder and hotter than she remembered it. She gave him an experimental stroke, upwards to the head and then back down the shaft to his coarse dark hair, and she heard and felt Jonny catch his breath.
‘I want you in my mouth,’ she said to him, and at her words his penis throbbed again. The reaction on his face was even sexier, though; his lips parted, his eyes widened, his nostrils flared.
‘Okay,’ he said, and his voice was low and deep.
His obvious enthusiasm for the idea gave her the courage to say what she was thinking. ‘I’m not sure I’m any good at it, though.’
He raised his eyebrows slightly. ‘I can’t imagine how you could go wrong.’
‘I’m just—I’ve never been very brave.’ She flushed, because she knew that sounded stupid. ‘I mean, I know that oral sex doesn’t require a lot of courage. But I never really felt comfortable enough to experiment.’
Jonny kissed her on her forehead, and then softly on her lips. ‘I’d love to be your experimental subject, Jane.’ He kissed her again. ‘I love your mouth,’ he murmured. ‘You can’t possibly fail.’
Can’t possibly fail. She ran her thumb over the tip of his penis and felt the slight moisture that had gathered there, and heard him groan at the back of his throat.
She’d been overtly sexy before with Jonny, but that had been an act. She’d been pretending to be confident in her abilities and desirability, and she’d been following instructions. But this time she was herself. No mistaken identities. This time it was for real.
Jane kissed Jonny on the chest, then downwards. His stomach was rising and falling rapidly with his breathing; the soft hairs tickled her lips. And then she was perched on the side of the tub, her face level with his penis.
He was even more beautiful up close. She relaxed her grip on him and ran just one finger up and down his length, feeling his soft skin, seeing how it stretched over the veins and the hard ridge beneath, how it had a slight curve, how the colour darkened to purple at the tip.
She’d never examined a man like this before, her eyes hungry for every detail. It had always seemed embarrassing. But this was just fascinating. Curious to know what Jonny tasted like, she leaned forward and swiped her tongue lightly over him.
He tasted salty, sweet, but mostly like Jonny. She swirled her tongue around the tip of him, closed her lips over him, and sucked.
‘Jane, that’s—incredible.’
She was doing it right, then. She licked up the side of his erection as if it were a hard, throbbing lolly and then back down the other side, letting her lips take little nibbles.
Lollies were nice, but never as nice as this. Jane sucked and licked and teased and lapped, darting her tongue against the sensitive head, exploring his contours and ridges. She lightly dragged her teeth against him and he groaned.
‘You’re very good at this,’ he said. His voice was strangled.
Now that she wasn’t worried about getting it wrong, she seemed to have a million ideas. Slowly, she took as much of his length inside her mouth as she could, and then, even more slowly, slid him back out again. He felt wonderful inside her mouth. Alive, trusting, restrained strength. His sounds of pleasure encouraged her to go deeper, harder, a little faster.
‘I’m not going to be able to stand much more,’ he said to her raggedly. She put one of her hands on his thigh to steady herself and she could feel his muscles trembling. Not taking her lips from him, she looked up. His face appeared almost as if he were in pain—his eyebrows drawn together, his eyes unfocused, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
She was doing that to him, and it felt great. She put her other hand around the base of his penis and stroked him in time with what she was doing with her mouth. Jonny let out a guttural moan and he began to move, tangling his hand in her hair and tensing his thighs, his strength no longer restrained, wild and not gentle, and when he shouted out her name and exploded white-hot into her mouth she felt flooded with power, drenched with pleasure.
And then she felt his hands pulling her up, up to him and he kissed her and wrapped his arms around her and held her to his slick chest. His heart pounded against her breast; his breathing was harsh and quick.
‘Was that good?’ she asked him, not because she didn’t know already, but because she wanted to hear it.
‘I think you have a natural talent,’ he gasped.
She smiled and rested her head on his chest, feeling his breathing slowly calm, feeling his hands stroking up and down her back from her shoulders to her buttocks and up again.
‘Ready for the bath?’ she asked him.
‘Definitely.’
They stepped into the hot, frothy, scented water and after a few minutes’ worth of careful manoeuvring, settled with her legs loosely around his waist and his around hers. She lifted a handful of bubbles and began to spread it over his chest, washing away the perspiration she’d put there.
He scooped up suds himself and caressed them into her shoulders and then, wonderfully, over her breasts. ‘You said you’re a tomboy but I’ve never met a tomboy who had bubble bath that smelled like flowers.’
She laughed. The hot water and the smell and Jonny’s body and the pleasure she’d just given him aroused her, but relaxed her too. ‘My baths have usually been man-free zones.’
‘You never took a bath like this with Gary, then?’
‘No, never.’
Jonny continued soaping her, but his face was serious. ‘Jane, I’ve got something to tell you.’
‘What?’ A small stain of apprehension filtered through her contented mood.
‘I’m through pretending to be your boyfriend. I’m not going to be anything but honest from now on. But I need to know one thing first.’
‘What’s that?’
‘I need to know that you’re not planning to get back together with Gary. That you’re really ready to move on.’
She hadn’t expected that. She blinked and laughed. ‘You’re joking. I don’t want to get back with Gary.’
A small furrow appeared in his forehead. ‘So this whole charade to make him jealous—’
‘It wasn’t to make Gary jealous. It was to prove that I wasn’t a failure.’
‘How could you possibly be a failure?’
The question was so simple and said with such genuine puzzlement that she reached forward and gave Jonny a big hug. The water sloshed around them, tickling her breasts as they pressed against his chest.
‘I’m no good at relationships, Jonny,’ she said when she let him go. ‘I never got close enough to Gary to make him love me, and I never let myself really care about him, either. He seemed like the perfect person to marry because we worked so well together, we seemed to get on, and we had interests in common. But it wouldn’t have been any sort of a marriage. Much as I hated it, he was right to leave me for somebody who could give him the emotional support he needed.’ She sighed. ‘I couldn’t even relax enough to have a bath with him.’
‘And why is it different with me?’
‘Be
cause you’re you. And I’m not trying to impress you, or live up to anything with you, or have a perfect relationship with you. We’re friends.’
‘Who are having sex.’
‘Well, not right at this minute, but yes.’
‘I think that’s exactly what we’re doing right at this minute.’ Jonny’s thumbs circled her nipples and sent a shudder of desire through her that raised waves in the soapy water. He raised his legs a little so that she slipped forward, closer to him. She could feel his penis, erect again, resting on her stomach below her belly button.
Then he slid his hand downward into the water. Between her legs.
Jane gasped. She hadn’t quite known how much she craved him there, until he was touching her. The water lapped against her along with his fingers; it was all hot, liquid pleasure as he parted her.
‘Jonny,’ she whimpered. She leant back on his thighs, bent up at the knee, and spread her legs wider for him. Quickly, more quickly than she’d thought possible, he was sending tremors through her body. He slid a finger of his other hand inside her, touching her inside and out with long, sensuous movements, and Jane, transported just like that from cosy intimacy to desperate sexual need, moaned and lifted her hips even closer to him.
‘We’re more than just friends, Jane,’ Jonny said. The words floated in the steamy air of the bathroom and Jane tried to focus on them, but the exquisite sensations he was producing made it difficult for her to think of anything but his hands, his body, him.
Not stopping his movements, he leaned forward and fastened his mouth onto one of her nipples, already super-sensitive from his ministrations with the bath foam.
That was it. Her climax burst from her, her hips bucking right out of the water. The waves, the hot foamy water around her, Jonny’s arms and legs and his mouth and his fingers, it all became far, far too good. She yelled and thrashed and spilt water all over and heard him chuckle in male satisfaction.
He pulled her to him, wrapped his arms and legs tightly around her as she quivered with the aftershocks of pleasure. With a wet hand, he smoothed her damp hair back from her face.
‘Much more than friends,’ he murmured in her ear.
She felt boneless against him. Jonny repositioned them and lifted her out of the tub to set her on her feet. He took a thick towel from the rail and wrapped her in it. The material was soft and rough at once on her over-sensitised skin; when he rubbed it against her breasts and between her legs she shuddered again.
‘I want you,’ she told him, and pulled a towel off the rail to dry him, too. His glorious, golden body, all muscle and sinew and sculpted bone. His beautiful, masculine face, intent on every curve and swell of her own body.
‘Inside me,’ she added, though it wasn’t really necessary; from his expression and from his blatant arousal, she was sure he knew exactly what she meant.
‘Yes. Bed. Now.’ He grabbed her hand and they ran from the bathroom and fell on the bed and they were kissing each other, lips and tongues frantic, limbs tangled, their damp skin clinging.
‘I want to be on top,’ she panted, and Jonny rolled onto his back. Quickly, breathless, Jane straddled him and reached over to her bedside table for a condom.
‘Do you want it slow or fast?’ he asked her, and the question was so damn sexy that she yanked the drawer open with a jerk that shook the table, tipping the phone and a half-empty glass of water onto the floor. The glass hit the carpet with a thunk, the phone fell off its receiver and buzzed a dial tone.
She didn’t care. Jane fished inside the drawer until she came up with a condom, which she held up in triumph to show to Jonny. He laughed as she ripped the packet open with her teeth, and then gasped when she stroked the latex down on him.
Jane positioned herself above him, feeling the head of his erection at her entrance. She wanted to push down hard, impale herself on him, feel him all the way through her body, and she was about to do it when she paused.
Slow or fast? They’d already done it fast. Slow would be more of an adventure.
So she lowered herself just a little bit, just enough to take the tip of him inside her. The tip of him where she knew he was most sensitive, where she’d let her tongue and lips linger. She squeezed her muscles around him and he gasped.
And then, a hair’s breadth at a time, down onto him. So, so slowly feeling herself part around him, accept him, surround him. Until she was all the way down, resting against his body, the full length of him buried inside her. She circled her hips, savouring his hardness and the way his body rubbed against her, creating sweet friction on her thighs and on her clitoris. And then she stayed still.
‘Slow,’ she said.
He was smiling at her. ‘You’re incredible,’ he said.
‘I never thought I was very good at sex.’ Deliberate circles, squeezing him deep within her.
‘You are.’
She decided it was time to slide up on him again, feel the long, hard extent of him, and then take him all back in. Slowly. Good, and even better because Jonny was looking her straight in the eyes, half a smile of happiness on his face.
Being in control was incredible. Like flying, like whooping out in joy, like coming up with the best idea in the history of advertising, except right now she could share this. It wasn’t just her victory. It was something they were building together.
Because she was in control, but Jonny was definitely in this with her. He put his fingers on her again. Jane leaned back, tilting her crotch up towards his clever hand, her hands balanced on his thighs. But she couldn’t stay still; her hips, following a rhythm of their own, moved restlessly back and forth, and she felt her muscles contracting with every movement of his hand. And ripples began to course through her body, again much, much sooner than she would have expected.
This time, as her orgasm possessed her, she fell forward, her hands planted on Jonny’s chest, and thrust herself down on him hard. He filled her, he kissed her, and she cried out into his mouth.
She couldn’t tell how long it lasted after that. It was a timeless, endless expanse of pleasure. Her control was gone, shattered by wave after wave of ecstasy sweeping through her. She felt his hands on her hips, lifting her and grinding her body against him; she felt him moving inside her, bringing her to even greater heights. She heard her voice, panting out incoherent pleas for more, and Jonny was everything and everywhere.
At some point he rolled over on top of her, his whole body bearing down on her, his hands holding hers above her head as he thrust still slowly into her, making it last, and yet another orgasm seized her, or maybe the last one hadn’t ended, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and hung on for dear life.
And then he was holding her face in his hands and holding her eyes with his own, so intense yet so gentle, and he said, simply, ‘Jane,’ and even though she felt him pulse inside her, felt his body shudder against her, mostly she saw his orgasm in his eyes.
His eyelids opening slightly, his pupils dilating, the blue of his irises becoming even more electric. As if he was looking even deeper into her, and giving her something even more of himself.
Then he collapsed onto her, and she hugged him, feeling their heartbeats pounding together.
‘Wow,’ Jonny said into the pillow.
She nodded, unable to speak.
He rolled over and pulled her to his side, tucking her under his arm. She curled up against him. How had she ever been scared about being naked with Jonny? It was the best, most natural feeling in the world.
She kissed the side of his face and closed her eyes.
‘Am I still a geek?’ he whispered.
‘You’re you,’ she answered, and rode along on a cloud of bliss into sleep.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
HER pillow was warm and firm, and was rising and falling with a soft whooshing sound.
Jane opened her eyes to a close-up view of Jonny’s chest. From here, with her cheek pressed to the hollow of his shoulder, it was a landscape of swells and dips, musc
les and nipples, and just about the best thing she’d ever opened her eyes to in the morning.
She twisted her head and looked at his face. He was propped up on a pillow, gazing down at her.
‘How long have you been awake?’ she asked.
‘A while.’ He twisted his fingers in her hair and brushed it back. ‘I like watching you sleep.’
She quickly touched her mouth, afraid she’d drooled on him or something.
‘You didn’t leave a wet patch and I wouldn’t care if you did,’ he told her. ‘You didn’t snore or kick me, either, before you ask.’
The thought had crossed her mind. Jane stretched and yawned. Jonny’s chest was surprisingly comfortable, considering it was a lot harder than the pillow she was used to. He tilted her chin up and kissed her.
She was just about to relax into the kiss when she remembered she hadn’t even brushed her teeth before falling asleep last night. ‘Morning breath,’ she said, putting her fingers over her lips.
He took her hand away from her mouth. ‘You don’t have to be perfect, Jane. Being here with you is everything I want. Morning breath and all.’
This time when he kissed her, she did relax. The man really did know how to kiss: gentle, and yet with enough passion so that she could remember their frantic, carnal kisses of the night before.
Desire rose in her, lazy but insistent, and she made a needy sound in the back of her throat as he rolled them both over and covered her with his warm, heavy body. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and loved how wonderful his skin felt against hers. And how his morning erection was pressed into her thigh.
Her eyes flew open, for the first time appreciating the daylight streaming into the room. Morning. It was morning, and she hadn’t set an alarm last night.
‘What time is it?’ she gasped.
Jonny looked over at the clock. ‘Just past ten.’
Instinct made her tense, and Jonny shifted his weight so he wasn’t pressing her down. ‘Is that a problem?’ he asked.
She struggled to sit up—not easy, because her muscles were tired from what she’d got up to last night, and her body wasn’t eager to be hauled away from Jonny. ‘I usually get into work for eight. But I can have flexitime if I want.’