“Whoa!” JC took in the luxurious bathroom. The walls and floor were a polished, mottled beige stone with irregular tan and brown splashes. The large Jacuzzi tub was of a warm tan marble with gold fixtures as was the double-bowled sink and vanity. The shower to the right was in the same stone as the rest of the room with slatted wooden floors like a sauna. It was all elegant and expensive.
“I know. It’s sinful. I originally designed the loft for a swinging bachelor pad, then I fell in love with the view,” Francesca explained ruefully.
“It’s beautiful,” he told her still a trifle awed.
She took his robe and hung it on an ornate gold hook. “You can get naked.”
When she began to leave he wondered if he’d misread her. “I thought the idea was a joint shower.”
“Condoms,” she called over her shoulder. “Be right back.”
Leave it to Francesca to be so practical, JC mused as he shed his clothes.
The damn bathroom even had furniture! It was dark-toned wicker to withstand the humidity of a bathroom. A settee gave one a place to sit or toss clothes — which he did. A side table held knick-knacks. A shelving unit held towels and such. This was one tricked out bathroom. Maybe he needed to get her to design a place for him that would truly express his personality. On second thought, something like that could possibly unlivable!
“What sort of shower do you want?” She returned wearing a short, red satin robe. Her hair had been artlessly piled on top of her head.
“Excuse me?”
“I only have regular, rainforest and thunderstorm...”
“Whoa!” he repeated when she explained the faux environmental settings of the shower. “You gotta design one of these for me!” he declared. His forty-five minute showers would be even longer then.
She laughed. “Okay.”
Turning the controls to ‘thunderstorm’ JC opened the shower door to find a steady drizzle of warm water accompanied by the muted rumblings of a summer storm. Brighter flashes simulating lightning occasionally supplemented the dim recessed lighting.
“I envy the lucky fucker who has this shower,” he murmured as he stepped in.
Again she laughed. “That fucker would be me.”
The damn thing had a foyer! The brief alcove housed a small bench had a pile of bath towels on it and bottles and jars of different toiletries lined the shelves. Taking a step into the actual shower he found it was fairly spartan save a small shelf and gold fixtures. The rest was smooth stone.
A small hand placed several square packets on the shelf just before he felt her press against his back. Just the thought of doing her in here... He was already getting hard!
“What would you like for body wash?” she asked, her warm breath in his ear making him shiver.
“Got something that’s not all girly?”
“Sandalwood?”
“Sure.”
A small bottle joined the condoms.
Taking her hand, he guided her to him, his mouth covering hers in a caressing mobile exploration. He didn’t want to rush this. He didn’t want a quick shower fuck. The ambiance was more deserving of a leisurely taking of one another. If her soft sigh was anything to go on, she agreed.
They took turns soaping one another. Slow, fondling, arousing.
Francesca wasn’t particularly shy. Her fingers slid between his buttocks, one tip pressed the spot that had him gasping. Kneeling before him, she paid meticulous attention to soaping his genitalia before lathering his legs and feet.
His hard-on bumped into her hair. Not resisting the urge, he rubbed himself along the wet silk of her hair. Damn! That felt so good! The only things that would be better were her mouth and body. The thought had barely formed when he felt her lips skim along his sac... His eyes shot open to find her gazing up at him expectantly. She was asking?... She wanted to put her mouth on him?
“Fuck yeah!” he exclaimed breathlessly.
With a soft moan, he fell back against the warm stone wall for support. She was licking and gently squeezing his balls. Oh, God! He vaguely recalled her saying she actually liked performing fellatio. He more than ‘liked’ being the receiver! Her mouth ran along the length of his thick shaft several times. Please, oh, please, Gypsy, he begged silently. Fuck yeah! Her tongue found the purple head, swirling round and round. The tip pressed into the little hole just briefly... “Francesca....” he groaned happily. “Baby, so good...” Her lips closed around the head and she sucked a couple of times. Somewhere in his lust-fogged brain he knew he couldn’t come in her mouth as much as he wanted to... Carefully pulling away from those pleasure-giving lips, he rubbed himself against her neck. He felt her turn her head slightly so she could brush her velvety lips along his length as he tensed to explode. That little extra was all he needed.
“Francesca!” he cried out as he spent his load down her back.
It took several long moments before he opened his eyes. Smiling he reached down to help her to her feet. “I want to make you feel that good too, baby. Show me what I can do for you. Anything.”
Francesca squeezed some bath gel on his hands. She washed his fingers thoroughly. She stepped back against the wall then proceeded to leisurely lather her breasts, belly and still lower. She braced her feet apart as she began to touch herself, cleansing and arousing her female flesh.
JC took in a ragged breath. It was erotic and thrilling to watch a woman do that. Did she have any idea what a turn-on that was for a guy? But then he wanted to be doing those things to her, not watching. Going to his knees, he lifted one of her calves over his shoulder, opening her to him. He let his warm breath wash over her feminine flesh in an intimate caress.
“JC...” she whimpered.
He placed leisurely kisses on her mound then brief soft kisses on her outer petals. Unless given permission, he could do no more with his mouth. However he laid his hand on hers, urging her to show him what she wanted.
Taking his hand in hers, she stroked herself with his index finger. Next she rubbed his fingertip over that most sensitive bud. Sure he could figure the rest out on his own, she released his hand.
Continuing to tease her, he alternated between quick flicks and slow swirls until he felt her tense.
The hand in his hair tugged his face closer. “Just once, JC...” she begged. “One lick...”
Obeying, he opened his mouth, allowing his tongue one long, slow stroke. It pushed her over the edge. She practically screamed his name as she quaked violently, spilling over his hand.
He rubbed her juices on her thigh. Taking great care, he lapped and sucked at her flesh as if he didn’t want to leave one drop untasted.
Francesca had never known any moment so sensuous or erotic. She wanted to feel him in her... “JC...now!”
Moving to his feet, he tore open a condom to sheath himself. In one sure thrust he was buried to the hilt. With her legs around his hips, he drove slowly into her. He wanted to make this last...
“Darling...” Kissing him, she could taste herself on his lips. No one had ever dared to make her feel these things. JC Chasez was a dangerous man...
“C’mon, Gypsy,” JC urged his pace quickening for the grande finale. “Come with me, baby.”
“Oh, yes!”
They called out each other’s names as rapture crashed upon them in white-hot waves, leaving them trembling in the scalding aftermath.
Once JC could breathe and trusted his legs, he carried her to the large, now unmade bed in the next room. The floor to ceiling wall of glass meant their tryst was open to the Chicago night. He didn’t care. Let them look. He grabbed another condom. If it took till dawn, he planned on making love to her, planned on getting her to admit she wanted more than this weekend with him.
They lay exhausted and sated in each other’s arms. Francesca was barely awake. JC wanted nothing more than to sleep but...
“Gypsy, I can cancel tomorrow—”
“No.”
“You can come to my folks house—”
“No.”
“But, Francesca—”
“No. JC, this is over as of sunrise.”
It was his turn. “No.”
“I never asked for this.”
“Neither did I. But I’m not sorry.”
She was. “If you don’t promise not to call constantly, I’ll change my numbers.”
“No, I won’t do that but I will call you.”
That was all she could hope for in the present. Snuggling her nose against his neck, she sighed softly and drifted off to sleep. All JC could do was follow her.
JC woke with Francesca’s sweet little butt snuggled against his raging hard-on. A guy could get used to that. Her back was aligned to his front, spooned together, their legs tangled. Damn fine way to start a new day if you asked him.
The previous night she had steadfastly refused to talk about ‘tomorrow’ or the future. He hadn’t wanted to make matters worse by using the ‘L’ word. He certainly felt it. But he knew it would do nothing to allay her fears and concerns. If anything, telling her believed he loved her would only magnify them.
Nuzzling her and pressing tiny kiss on her neck, he sought to make her aware of his presence for a few last moments.
“Mmm... I lost count,” she purred sleepily. “Is this round three or four?”
“No round, baby. I just wanted to let you know I was getting up to shower. I need to get going.” Before he couldn’t find the strength to leave.
“Oh...” She gave a little yawn. “…kay…Want me to make you breakfast?”
“No. Just go back to sleep. I’ll let myself out.”
“Mmm... ‘K... Am sleepy...”
With their workout till the wee, small hours of the morning, he didn’t doubt it. “Then sleep, sweetheart.” He leaned over to drop a soft kiss on her lips. “Sleep tight.”
“Night, JC.”
Good. She hadn’t said good-bye. He hadn’t wanted to hear it.
Following his shower JC found a pad of paper and a pen on her kitchen desk and composed a parting note.