Summer Loving
Title: Summer Loving
Characters: Jenny Rivers, Mark Broward
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1310
Notes: Kink Bingo prompt: "wet/messy/dirty". I went with the first option.
The nice thing about summer weekends was that you didn't actually have to get out of bed if you didn't want to. Jenny had no interest in anything outside her bedroom on Saturday, especially not once Mark arrived with take-out for dinner. It was too hot outside to make moving much worth it, and Jenny's window fan didn't do a whole lot to alleviate the temperature, but it was still worthwhile to undress each other and sprawl out on the bed, trying to get each other off with the minimum amount of heat transfer.
That didn't last all too long-- Mark was very, very good at making Jenny come with only his fingers, but she couldn't resist the urge to straddle his hips and ride him into the mattress, hips moving in slow pulses, sweat making her skin slick under his palms as he steadied her. She braced her hands around his shoulders, holding herself just above him, barely far enough away that their skin didn't touch, her nipples brushing against his furry chest with every rock of her hips.
His hands slid down to her hips, one curling behind to cup her ass and pull her closer to him. "Jenny, please," he said, and she grinned at him and shook her head.
"Uh-uh. Too hot to go faster." She ground down against him, eyes falling shut with pleasure.
"Lazy girl. Let me do the work," he said, waiting for her nod before rolling them over. She stretched, back arching, and he nuzzled between her perky breasts, licking the salt from her skin and making her giggle. Her laughter turned into gasps when he began to thrust, deep and measured, still not going fast, but at a quicker pace than she'd been riding him.
Jenny reached up to stroke his dark, damp hair, urging him on with a heavy-lidded gaze and a murmured, "Fuck, just like that." He kissed her, catching the corner of her lips first, correcting his aim and claiming her mouth in that fierce way that she'd confessed seemed to turn her into molten gold on the inside. She dragged her nails down the back of his neck, and they shuddered together, stoked too high to do anything but speed up.
Mark broke the kiss, panting against her neck for a few breaths before he said, "Touch yourself, honey." She slid her hand down between them immediately, momentarily sliding her fingers down to where they were joined to feel him moving there before circling two fingers on her clit, motion becoming more frantic as Mark sped up. They raced each other to orgasm, and Mark crossed the line first with a deep thrust that rocked Jenny's whole body and a low, breathless groan. His hips slowed, but didn't stop, and she squirmed and sighed underneath him as she hit the peak again.
"That was fantastic," she said after she caught her breath, "but oh my god I'm so sweaty now. Come take a shower with me."
"Uh, yes," he said, trailing a hand up from her hip to her breast. She wasn't kidding, she was coated in sweat, and he wasn't in much a different state. "We should change the bedding, too..."
"After. Shower first. You can wash my hair." She ran a hand though her short red locks, which were sticking to her forehead and the back of her neck. "Please?"
"Come on, then." The bathroom was slightly cooler than the bedroom, and she set the water to a lukewarm that felt refreshing compared to the heat. They both rinsed off quickly, and then Jenny leaned against Mark, tipping her head back against his shoulder.
"If it's this hot tomorrow, we should go to your house. Because you have air conditioning and a bigger bathtub." She kissed his neck as he slid his arms around her waist.
"It's supposed to be hotter, actually. And more humid."
"Fuck it, we should go to your house right now. If we stay here I'm going to melt into the bed before I wake up in the morning."
"I thought you wanted me to wash your hair," he said, skimming a hand up her stomach. "Let's at least finish our shower." He cupped one breast, thumbing the nipple briefly, and then ran his fingers through her hair, pushing it back from her face.
"Well, yeah, I didn't mean right now. Here..." She passed him the shampoo bottle and stuck her head back under the shower spray for a moment to wet her hair again. It only took a few seconds for him to work up some suds, and he massaged her scalp gently, making sure to keep the bubbles away from her eyes. She sighed happily, reaching back to anchor one hand on his hip. "Feels nice."
"You can rinse now," he said, and she ducked her head back under the water, turning to face him when she finished. "Better?"
"Much better," she agreed, and wielded her bright pink loofah at him. "Can I wash you?"
"That depends, does your body wash still smell like flowers? I couldn't take myself seriously when I smelled like a lilac."
"Nope, it's pomegranate now. It smells like delicious evil." She worked up a bit of a lather and he sniffed the bubbles curiously. "Acceptable?"
"More than. Have at me." She stepped closer, pressing her body against his so she could reach around and wash his back, and he held her to him, one hand sliding down to squeeze her ass playfully. She pinched him back in return, laughing, and took half a step back so she could work on his chest, drawing shapes in his chest hair with her free hand. When she finished washing his arms, she went down on her knees, leaning in to lick teasingly at his quiescent cock while she worked the loofah up one leg. "Too soon, honey," he said, and she aimed a smirk up at him.
"You say that like I don't know what your refractory period is? I'm not trying to get you hard, but it feels nice, doesn't it?"
"It definitely feels nice," he said, sighing when she took him into her mouth. "Fuck, what I would give to be twenty-five again."
"I like you perfectly well at forty-one," Jenny said seriously, catching his hand to twine their fingers together. "Mark, you know I didn't fall in love with you because of how old you are or what you look like or anything like that, I fell in love with you because of the way you talked to me and how awesome you are and I just lucked out that I think you're sexy. Our age difference doesn't matter." He pulled her back up to her feet, and she tugged him down into a kiss. "All right?"
"Very much all right," he said, smiling into her hair. "Yes. Everything is all right." When she handed over the loofah, he washed her with one hand and caressed her with the other, stroking splayed fingers over her wet skin just firm enough to keep from tickling. As she rinsed off, he slid a hand between her legs and teased her with his fingertips. "I'm going to keep you riled up from now until when we get back to my house, and as soon as I can get you to a flat surface I'm going to lick you until you scream," he promised in a murmur just behind her ear.
"Oh, fuck," she said, leaning against him, "yes, yes please, are we done with this shower now, I think we're done." She slammed the dial off and stood shivering in his arms as he lazily circled her clit a few times, and then he reached for a towel to wrap around her.
"Come on, Jenny. The night is still young, and I'm not finished making you sweat yet."
Characters: Jenny Rivers, Mark Broward
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1310
Notes: Kink Bingo prompt: "wet/messy/dirty". I went with the first option.
The nice thing about summer weekends was that you didn't actually have to get out of bed if you didn't want to. Jenny had no interest in anything outside her bedroom on Saturday, especially not once Mark arrived with take-out for dinner. It was too hot outside to make moving much worth it, and Jenny's window fan didn't do a whole lot to alleviate the temperature, but it was still worthwhile to undress each other and sprawl out on the bed, trying to get each other off with the minimum amount of heat transfer.
That didn't last all too long-- Mark was very, very good at making Jenny come with only his fingers, but she couldn't resist the urge to straddle his hips and ride him into the mattress, hips moving in slow pulses, sweat making her skin slick under his palms as he steadied her. She braced her hands around his shoulders, holding herself just above him, barely far enough away that their skin didn't touch, her nipples brushing against his furry chest with every rock of her hips.
His hands slid down to her hips, one curling behind to cup her ass and pull her closer to him. "Jenny, please," he said, and she grinned at him and shook her head.
"Uh-uh. Too hot to go faster." She ground down against him, eyes falling shut with pleasure.
"Lazy girl. Let me do the work," he said, waiting for her nod before rolling them over. She stretched, back arching, and he nuzzled between her perky breasts, licking the salt from her skin and making her giggle. Her laughter turned into gasps when he began to thrust, deep and measured, still not going fast, but at a quicker pace than she'd been riding him.
Jenny reached up to stroke his dark, damp hair, urging him on with a heavy-lidded gaze and a murmured, "Fuck, just like that." He kissed her, catching the corner of her lips first, correcting his aim and claiming her mouth in that fierce way that she'd confessed seemed to turn her into molten gold on the inside. She dragged her nails down the back of his neck, and they shuddered together, stoked too high to do anything but speed up.
Mark broke the kiss, panting against her neck for a few breaths before he said, "Touch yourself, honey." She slid her hand down between them immediately, momentarily sliding her fingers down to where they were joined to feel him moving there before circling two fingers on her clit, motion becoming more frantic as Mark sped up. They raced each other to orgasm, and Mark crossed the line first with a deep thrust that rocked Jenny's whole body and a low, breathless groan. His hips slowed, but didn't stop, and she squirmed and sighed underneath him as she hit the peak again.
"That was fantastic," she said after she caught her breath, "but oh my god I'm so sweaty now. Come take a shower with me."
"Uh, yes," he said, trailing a hand up from her hip to her breast. She wasn't kidding, she was coated in sweat, and he wasn't in much a different state. "We should change the bedding, too..."
"After. Shower first. You can wash my hair." She ran a hand though her short red locks, which were sticking to her forehead and the back of her neck. "Please?"
"Come on, then." The bathroom was slightly cooler than the bedroom, and she set the water to a lukewarm that felt refreshing compared to the heat. They both rinsed off quickly, and then Jenny leaned against Mark, tipping her head back against his shoulder.
"If it's this hot tomorrow, we should go to your house. Because you have air conditioning and a bigger bathtub." She kissed his neck as he slid his arms around her waist.
"It's supposed to be hotter, actually. And more humid."
"Fuck it, we should go to your house right now. If we stay here I'm going to melt into the bed before I wake up in the morning."
"I thought you wanted me to wash your hair," he said, skimming a hand up her stomach. "Let's at least finish our shower." He cupped one breast, thumbing the nipple briefly, and then ran his fingers through her hair, pushing it back from her face.
"Well, yeah, I didn't mean right now. Here..." She passed him the shampoo bottle and stuck her head back under the shower spray for a moment to wet her hair again. It only took a few seconds for him to work up some suds, and he massaged her scalp gently, making sure to keep the bubbles away from her eyes. She sighed happily, reaching back to anchor one hand on his hip. "Feels nice."
"You can rinse now," he said, and she ducked her head back under the water, turning to face him when she finished. "Better?"
"Much better," she agreed, and wielded her bright pink loofah at him. "Can I wash you?"
"That depends, does your body wash still smell like flowers? I couldn't take myself seriously when I smelled like a lilac."
"Nope, it's pomegranate now. It smells like delicious evil." She worked up a bit of a lather and he sniffed the bubbles curiously. "Acceptable?"
"More than. Have at me." She stepped closer, pressing her body against his so she could reach around and wash his back, and he held her to him, one hand sliding down to squeeze her ass playfully. She pinched him back in return, laughing, and took half a step back so she could work on his chest, drawing shapes in his chest hair with her free hand. When she finished washing his arms, she went down on her knees, leaning in to lick teasingly at his quiescent cock while she worked the loofah up one leg. "Too soon, honey," he said, and she aimed a smirk up at him.
"You say that like I don't know what your refractory period is? I'm not trying to get you hard, but it feels nice, doesn't it?"
"It definitely feels nice," he said, sighing when she took him into her mouth. "Fuck, what I would give to be twenty-five again."
"I like you perfectly well at forty-one," Jenny said seriously, catching his hand to twine their fingers together. "Mark, you know I didn't fall in love with you because of how old you are or what you look like or anything like that, I fell in love with you because of the way you talked to me and how awesome you are and I just lucked out that I think you're sexy. Our age difference doesn't matter." He pulled her back up to her feet, and she tugged him down into a kiss. "All right?"
"Very much all right," he said, smiling into her hair. "Yes. Everything is all right." When she handed over the loofah, he washed her with one hand and caressed her with the other, stroking splayed fingers over her wet skin just firm enough to keep from tickling. As she rinsed off, he slid a hand between her legs and teased her with his fingertips. "I'm going to keep you riled up from now until when we get back to my house, and as soon as I can get you to a flat surface I'm going to lick you until you scream," he promised in a murmur just behind her ear.
"Oh, fuck," she said, leaning against him, "yes, yes please, are we done with this shower now, I think we're done." She slammed the dial off and stood shivering in his arms as he lazily circled her clit a few times, and then he reached for a towel to wrap around her.
"Come on, Jenny. The night is still young, and I'm not finished making you sweat yet."