I Know What You Need

DISCLAIMER: Characters and their naughty actions are my creations, and not based on any real persons, living or dead.


Jennifer awoke to Craig’s tongue plundering her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and enjoyed the feel of his body against hers. If she allowed herself to think about it too much, things could get complicated between them. And that might not be such a bad thing.

He broke their kiss and looked down at her. She looked happy, relaxed and totally comfortable in his arms. He gently squeezed one of her breasts, letting his fingers brush lightly over her always-hard nipple.

“After that, we need another shower,” he said, dropping his head to run his tongue around her rosy nipple before sucking it gently.

“Mmmm,” she sighed, stretching languorously and closing her eyes. “Well, you’ve accomplished your goal. I can’t walk. You’ll have to carry me.”

He looked up and laughed. “I told you I’d do it, didn’t I?”

“I never doubted your abilities for a second,” she replied as he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom. He sat her down on a cushioned bench and went over to the large tub and began running water for a bath. He added a generous dash of her favorite cinnamon-vanilla scented bath-oil, then lifted her again, putting her in the warm water and caught her hair into a loose knot atop her head, before climbing in next to her. The tub was big enough to accommodate several, so they had plenty of room to stretch out and enjoy the soothing bath.

She lay back against his chest, his arms around her. She was quite content and glad she’d taken Craig up on his offer for the weekend. It ranked as one of their more interesting and mutually satisfying adventures together.

“I like what you did with the strawberries,” she said, breaking the companionable silence. “I don’t think I’d have thought of that.”

He chuckled. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. Seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“It was a very good idea,” she replied. Craig’s hands were moving over her flat belly, up to her breasts, stroking her lightly. She let her own hands drift down to his muscular thighs on either side of her body, her fingertips trailing over them under the warm water. She could feel him hardening against her lower back. She smiled to herself; could she take anymore pleasure? Of course she could.

Craig was, frankly, surprised at his readiness for more. His last orgasm had been so powerful, he had been unable to move himself. Yet the feel of Jennifer’s firm, rounded cheeks between his thighs, her silky breasts, hard nipples; the way her fingers felt, teasing his thighs---he could not resist the opportunity to enjoy her body at least once more.

Reaching down, he slipped his hands beneath her thighs, lifting her so she slid up his body, then lowered her on his rigid member. She sank onto him with a sigh. It was odd, she thought, how strangely bereft she felt when he wasn’t inside her.

He kept one hand against her lower belly, stroking her smooth mound, teasing her clit ever so often as his other hand moved from one breast to the other, pinching and rolling the nipples. His breath against her ear tickled slightly, and he nibbled gently where her neck curved to her shoulder.

Jennifer let her hands drift over his and gently rotated her hips against him. His sharp intake of breath told her she was hitting the right spots.

“Look into the mirror,” he whispered. She glanced at the large cheval mirror in a corner of the room, their reflection looking back.

She laughed softly. “You look like you’re having a good time.”

Flicking his tongue against her earlobe he sighed happily. “Oh yes.”

Her movements became stronger as she began to ride him in earnest. Watching him in the mirror, she was spurred on by his obvious pleasure. His fingers tormented her sensitive clit and she knew she would be unable to hold out much longer. Craig could tell by the tension in her body she was close to the edge. He grasped her cheek and held her face toward the mirror.

“Watch yourself,” he instructed. “You’re so beautiful when you come.” Her eyes flickered to his reflection. “Don’t look at me. You’ve seen me come.”

His hips moved up to meet hers and she gasped as his cock thrust up into her with almost bruising power, while his fingertips teased her clit ever-so-gently. When her orgasm hit, she felt as though her body was going to explode and melt simultaneously. She was aware of an expression of such joy on her face reflected in the mirror, she almost thought herself watching a stranger.

Craig was watching her as well and when he felt her inner muscles begin to contract with her crisis, he let go and allowed himself to erupt inside of her, crushing her body against his.

They lay there, still joined for several long moments, until their breathing returned to normal. She gingerly lifted herself and turned around so she could face him. He gathered her in his arms and she rested her head against his shoulder. He put a finger beneath her chin and lifted her face to his, kissing her softly.

They remained in the tub until the water became cool. Craig helped her out and they dried each other with large, fluffy towels. He pulled on another pair of cotton drawstring pants, actually some he and Jennifer had picked up on their last vacation together when they spent almost a month in India and Sri Lanka. Jennifer raised a quizzical brow and he smiled, handing her one of his t-shirts.

“Thanks,” she replied, pulling it over her head as they went into the great room. He opened the door, finding the Saturday and Sunday papers on the steps. Bringing them back in, he and Jennifer settled onto the sofa with a bottle of wine, some fruit, cheese and crackers, and caught up on the goings on in the wider world outside their personal haven. She looked at him as he read and thought how he always seemed to know exactly what she wanted and, more importantly, what she needed.