He had to stop, though, when the water turned cold. By that time, the gentle swishing of the water against her skin had Valerie mewling. When she tried to rise from the tub, her vision swam, and she swayed. Jon caught her and scooped her into his arms before she could fall.
“Are you alright?” Jon asked, concerned.
“Fine baby,” she said, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his neck. ‘You just made me a little dizzy,” she giggled, nibbling on him now.
“Did I, now?”
“Mmm-hmm,” Valerie said, as she sucked his earlobe into her mouth. Jon moaned, and tightened his grip on her. He carried her out of the bathroom and upstairs to his bedroom, where he laid her gently on the bed. Valerie pulled Jon down on top of her, and they rolled to the middle of the bed. Jon settled on top of Valerie, slightly to one side so as not to crush her, and gently sipped from her lips.
Valerie could feel Jon’s erection pressing into her leg, and she urged him over on top of her. “Are you sure?” he asked. Valerie just nodded. Jon tried to ease into her, but she was so tight he couldn’t. “I’m gonna have to…I’m not going to be able to be gentle,” he said.
“So be rough,” Valerie answered.
Jon growled and pushed into her, making her scream out and bow up from the bed. Almost immediately, Jon could feel her juices flowing again, making his movements easier. He glided in and out of her slowly, watching Valerie as her eyes closed and her neck arched. Jon heard Valerie’s breathing come faster and faster, and she started to tighten around him again. He tried to hold back; but he couldn’t. His arms trembled as he came, calling her name. Valerie screamed and convulsed, joining him.
As they calmed their breathing, Valerie’s hands played over the contours of Jon’s chest and sighed.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Jon asked; his voice soft.
“Nothing, Jon,” Valerie said. “I was just thinking that this wonderful weekend is almost over.”
“Just because the weekend is over, doesn’t mean that we can’t continue to see each other,” he said.
Valerie nodded. “I know, it’ll just be, well, different,” she said.
“Different doesn’t have to be bad,” Jon replied.
“I know,” she said drowsily, as the day’s activities finally caught up with her.
“Sleep now my love,” Jon said, kissing her forehead. “We can talk tomorrow.”
There was no answer; Valerie was already asleep.
* * * * *
Saturday was clear and warm, and Valerie woke to the sound of birdsong. She felt wonderful, and indulged in a long, lazy stretch. She looked at the clock and groaned. It was coming up on ten o’clock. No wonder she felt so rested. She padded into the bathroom and gaped at what she saw in the mirror. Looking back at her was a woman who had been thoroughly loved. Gone were all traces of shadow from her eyes. Gone was the lax expression in her gaze. Looking back at her now was a vibrant, exciting woman, with just a trace of razor burn on her neck. She smiled to herself, and went in search of Jon.
She found him out back, crouching in front of something. He was dressed casually in snug black jeans a blue chambray shirt, and a soft, supple, brown leather jacket. His gorgeous eyes were hidden by shades, and his hair blew in the gentle breeze. Valerie’s heart stopped. He was just so perfect; she could still hardly believe she was here. Jon stepped back from a single daffodil that had pushed through the still brown wheat grass. A tune tinkled from his jacket, and he withdrew his cell phone. He dropped to the ground and leaned back on an elbow, looking up into the sky as he talked.
Jon was enjoying the morning, more so than he had in some time. As he talked about the upcoming tour, he started to tense. He didn’t want anything to interrupt the peace he was finally feeling. He looked up and saw Val standing there, and beckoned her over. Jon opened his arms to her, and Valerie snuggled against him. She rested her head on his chest and was fascinated by the rumbling his voice made in her ear. Jon held her close to him, an arm around her waist, and was lightly rubbing her back. Absently, she began stroking his chest, and she felt Jon’s arm tighten around her.
“Listen,” he said into the phone. “I’ve got someone here; I need to get going.” He stopped for a moment and laughed. “You’ll never know, Paul,” he said, and rang off. He kissed the top of Valerie’s head. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he said.
“Morning yourself,” Valerie answered. “Why’d you let me sleep so late?” she asked.
“You looked so cute and, well,” he chuckled. “You were pretty worn out last night,” he said kissing the top of her head.
Valerie blushed and chuckled. “Well I’m rested now,” she said, and playfully pinched his nipple through his shirt.
Jon hissed. “Oh really?” he said.
“Yep, really,” Valerie said.
Jon leaned her back in his arms and kissed her thoroughly.
“Well then, let’s see if we can’t get you tired again.”
