Chapter Forty

After an early breakfast along with Jon’s profuse apologies for having crashed the night before, the following day proceeded in much the same fashion as the previous one. Jon disappeared into his office where the air at times turned blue with streams of profanities during the many loud and angry phone calls that seemed to dictate the day’s schedule. Rachel slipped home to her own house mainly to check it was still standing and to get some laundry done and when she returned in the late afternoon she found Jon wandering down the front lawn to absently sit on one of the kid’s swings, apparently lost in thought. Wandering down to meet him, she came up behind him and gently slipped her arms around his waist.

“Hey you……hungry?”

Sighing Jon leaned back against her, his feet sinking into the soft sand that blanketed the play area.

“Hey……I’m sorry I haven’t given you much attention lately….”

Snuggling against him Rachel squeezed his waist reassuringly. “I don’t need your undivided attention Jon, I know you have your hands full at the moment.”

“Yeah, but we haven’t even made love for two days.”

“Oh my GOD!” Feigning shock, Rachel smiled and nibbled gently at his earlobe. 

“Of course we have baby, we just haven’t had sex.” With a final squeeze she retrieved her arms and affectionately mussed his tousled hair. “Dinner in an hour…….”

Jon twisted in the swing to watch her walk back up the lawn, an overwhelming lump of gratitude lodging in his throat. She made everything sound so simple right now, something he acutely needed. The league was in deep shit, the team he’d worked so hard to bring together about to be made redundant and there was fuck all he could do to fix it. There were higher powers working against him that made him all the more aware of how lucky he was to have Rachel in his life. She’d given him so much quiet and unwavering support in the last twenty four hours that he doubted she even realised how much he appreciated her. Getting up off the swing he resolved to rectify that, at least something was still within his control.

Dinner was another quiet affair, both of them were feeling the usual post vacation tiredness and Jon was mentally drained. Sitting at the table with another glass of wine, Jon watched as Rachel moved about the kitchen smoothly and methodically clearing away the dishes.

“I’m curious about something Rach – how come the last couple days you haven’t had much to say about what’s been going on with me?”

While he didn’t think it was the case, the thought had occurred to him that perhaps she may have been feeling a little intimidated having been confronted with his manic business dealings in high definition. He wanted to be sure she was dealing with this okay.

With a little shrug, Rachel finished putting away the last of the dishes and turned to wipe the counter down. “You know what you’re doing Jon – you don’t need me weighing in on how you handle business.”

“Yeah but you’re a smart lady. Most women would’ve had plenty advice for me whether they were qualified to give it or not……”

Dropping the cloth she had been using to wipe down the surfaces in the sink, Rachel dried her hands and crossed the room to settle herself in his lap, draping one arm comfortably around his neck.

“It’s taken a lot more than a good head of hair, a pretty smile and that perfect butt of yours to get you where you are today Jon….and keep you there.” Smiling into his tired eyes she brushed his lips with a kiss. “A smart woman would know you’re a brilliant business man so I have complete confidence that whatever comes your way, you’ll know how to handle it.”

Jon pushed his wine glass further down the table and brought his hand up to cup her chin. His voice was low and gravelly with desire and just a little bit emotional.

“Make love with me.”

When Rachel’s eyes widened in surprise and then relaxed as she dipped her head down to his, he rose gently off the chair, clasping his fingers amongst hers. 

“Not here….I want you in our bed where I can show you all the things I’m too much of a putz to be able to put into words.”

Leading her through the doorway to the back stairs leading up to the private quarters he paused at the foot of the stairs to allow her go up ahead of him while he flipped off the downstairs lights and set the alarm. It was still early but he had no intention of them getting back down here tonight.

Rachel trembled in delicious anticipation as she waited for him to accompany her up the stairs, his deliberate actions leading them to the bedroom driving her senses wild. When they reached the master suite, Jon kicked the door shut with his heel and drew her close to him, running one hand down along the small of her back. As he gazed into her eyes, his pupils widened in the dim light of the room, his breathing hot upon her forehead as he dipped one hand below the elastic of her pants. She jumped as if his hand was made of molten lava, spirals of desire swirling and sparking down to the centre of her stomach.

“Ssssh…..easy honey…………it’s just you and me…….just us…..”

Jon pressed his lips to hers and breathed in her scent, a faintly perfumed one that lingered just long enough in his nostrils to invite him back for more. Sliding his tongue along the crease of her lips he tasted the earlier wine and when she parted them with a low moan, he deepened the kiss as she melted against him. Eyes locked on one another, they moved as one to the side of the bed, fingers and hands gently relieving each other of their clothes until they stood before one another clad in only their underwear. Every single hair on the surface of Rachel’s quivering skin stood to attention as Jon slowly traced a fingertip along the contour of her collarbone and down to the valley between her breasts. The movement of his finger had her nipples hardening instantly, straining against the silky fabric of the bra that constrained them. Slowly and deliberately Jon took his time, using his other hand to support the small of her back as he explored the lacy bra hem, watching with shadowed eyes as her breasts rose high with every deep breath she took.

“Just us…….” He breathed out the words again as he finally moved his hand up to deftly unhook the bra, releasing her breasts into his waiting lips, his moist tongue swiping across from one nipple to the other.

The feeling of his tongue dancing like flames over her skin buckled Rachel’s knees and she sank back onto the soft bed, moaning as she felt his lips move lower to her navel, nipping and sucking until he reached the lacy edge of her panties. The tenderness in his actions excited and scared her all at the same time. There was an intensity to the attention he was lavishing upon her that burned right to her heart in a way she had never felt with him before, as if she was a precious stone to be reverently cherished. Eyes wide open, she stared up unseeingly at the ceiling as she felt the fabric of her panties scrape past her thighs and slip off her feet to the floor. The cool air of the bedroom that suddenly made her shiver was instantly banished by the heat of Jon’s breath as he gently kissed the faint scar from her c-sections, her toes curling at the sensation and a gasp flying from her throat at the renewed bolts of electricity zinging through her body.

Her hands flew to fist the mess of caramel hair on Jon’s head as he moved to between her legs, his tongue lightly flicking against her slick folds until he closed his lips around the swollen bud of her clitoris and sucked deeply. Charges of delicious voltage shot through her core making her hips buck against his unyielding pressure until everything south of her navel convulsed into a cataclysmic explosion of pleasure. Stifling a scream, Rachel bit her lip hard until the eyes that she had screwed shut opened to gaze down at Jon, silently watching from between her legs as his lips gently kissed their way back up towards her navel once more. Her hands never left his hair as he moved upwards until he hovered just above her, the broad expanse of his chest darkening her view of the room around them further. With the waves of her orgasm still rippling through her mind, she was only vaguely aware of the head of his cock that gently probed her entrance once and then twice until she gasped in pleasure as Jon flexed his hips and slid seamlessly inside her.

A deep groan rumbled deep from within Jon’s chest as he felt her wetness welcome him home, the slick walls eagerly accepting his thickness and only reluctantly releasing him as he eased out, all the while watching the green irises of Rachel’s eyes beneath him swirl and darken with the intensity. His heart thumped loudly in his eardrums as the blood that hadn’t rushed to his groin the moment he’d kicked the bedroom door shut pumped through his veins with every slow thrust that took him deeper and deeper within her. Rachel’s thighs tightened around his hips as she hooked a leg around either side of him, her parted lips glistening with the heat between them as he dropped his head to kiss her softly.

Their bodies moved in unison with one another as their minds disconnected and synced in each other’s eyes. With the pressure building along with the momentum, Jon stilled for just a moment looking deep into her eyes before taking them both over the edge of the abyss after a simple question.

“Do you feel it? Do you feel us baby…..this is what I mean…….it’s just us………”