A Sky Without Zeppelins: Chapter Twenty

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A/N:  This entire chapter is rated NC-17.  Jonathon and Rose finally consummate their relationship.  Uninterrupted.  Nothing in this chapter furthers the plot. *grins*  Absolutely not work or child friendly.  This chapter is dedicated to solarflar3 for knowing about Tyndall.

                                                       Chapter Twenty

Rose sleeps for four hours and wakes with a start, her heart and mind both racing at top speed. She lays there for a long moment, getting her bearings and letting herself calm down, focusing on the peaceful, easy breathing of the man beside her. A few moments later she eases out from under Jonathon’s arm and he rolls onto his back with a discontented sigh. She slips to the loo with no thought to cover her nakedness. If he wakes and sees her as she is, so be it. She is giving herself to him and there is no room for embarrassment now.

She uses the bathroom and on her return she studies him, this man who has stolen her heart. He is bathed in light from the window. She’d like to think it is moonlight, but knowing the city as she does it’s probably just London’s own glow shining in on him. Still, he is beautiful in the dim light, his face innocent and relaxed in sleep, his torso exposed to view, the duvet draped across his hips. She can just make out the hair across his chest. It always surprises her how hairy he is, except the scant trail that leads from his navel in a path that disappears under the sheet, a path her hand wants to follow. His muscles are lithe and wiry, but strong.

Sliding under the covers and into the bed Rose moves up close to him, rolling onto her side and splaying one hand across his far pectoral muscle. Her thigh and leg rest on top of his near one. She strokes his skin gently, trying not to wake him, but impatient in her need to touch him. Her hand strays downwards, over his ribcage, wanting to learn his body. He shifts in his sleep with a contented little purr and she freezes.

When no further movements or sounds issue forth from him she slides her hand across his stomach, then low enough to find the indentation of his hip bone. She aches to slide her hand lower beneath the bedding, to finally touch him with nothing between them as she has not allowed herself to do before, but it seems unfair to do it while he is sleeping. He should be awake when she explores him for the first time.

Rose wonders if she’d be tempting fate too much if she pulls back the duvet and looks at the rest of his body. She is curious, has been curious for a long time, as to what he looks like naked. She had missed her chance to see it earlier by falling asleep and after all, he had seen her when he undressed her for the bath and again when he’d helped her from it. She worries at it for a long moment but ultimately decides that fair is fair. And if she’s very careful he won’t know she is sneaking a peak. Hesitantly, and oh, so slowly, she eases the duvet, blanket and sheet down his form.

Despite being asleep her touches have given him an erection and his penis stands proud and free of his body. She gulps. She has felt him against her often enough to know that he is not a small man, and he’s certainly not freakishly large, but there’s a little bit more to him than she was expecting even knowing what it says on the box of condoms in the bathroom and she hopes he can be slow and careful this first time when her body is so unused to sex.

She wants to stroke him, her fingers aching to wrap around his shaft. She reaches towards him then hesitates. Rose looks back up at his face and notes that his eyes are open, watching her quietly as she drinks him in. “Jonathon,” she gasps in surprise, pulling her hand back like a child caught in the cookie jar.

“Rose,” he says and his voice is rough, ragged, and full of lust. It frightens her a bit. He has never made any secret of the fact that he wants her like this. She has just never seen it so blatantly in his eyes or heard it so clearly in his voice as at this moment. There is no longer any restraint in his expressive desire. “And do I meet with your approval?” he asks her gruffly, his tone dark and filled with his longing for her.

Rose swallows and glances at his length again. “You’re…impressive,” she manages, trying to keep the fear out of her voice. She fails. She’s shaking and his expression changes instantly.

“I know I’m a bit…bigger than average,” he says completely without ego, “but I’ll be careful, Rose. I’ll go slowly,” he tells her as if he can read her mind. “I never want to hurt you. I don’t want you to be afraid of me.”

“I’m not. I’m not afraid of you. I’m just…it’s new,” she manages. “Sex, I mean.”

He leans up on one arm and grasps her chin, raising her face so she’s looking him in the eye. “Are you a virgin, Rose?” he asks her in surprise. “I thought…you said you’d been tested…?”

“No. No, I’m not, but…I might as well be. I’ve only…” And then the words come out of her in a rush. “I’ve only ever had sex once and I was too young and really stupid and it lasted maybe two minutes and the condom broke and I had a pregnancy scare and I never did it again after that and I’m just nervous because it feels like the first time, it is our first time, I want so desperately not to mess this up, I want you so much and I’ve never been in love before.” She closes her eyes as he freezes and she is desperate to pull the words back into her mouth.

“You’re in love with me?” he says and his voice rises an octave during the course of that sentence, ending on a squeak.

She opens her eyes and faces him, sees only warmth and longing in his eyes. “So, so in love,” she tells him bravely. She will not take it back now.

“Oh, Rose,” he breathes and he pulls her against him. “I’m in love with you, too.”

He holds her tightly for a long minute before easing his hold and laying her down on the pillow. He reaches for the covers and eases them from her body, his eyes locked on hers as he does so, then slowly he lets them drift down her form. She lies passive under his gaze, watching him as he memorizes every inch of her skin that he lays eyes on. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathes as he meets her eyes again.

She smiles at him and reaches for him, wanting to feel his body fully against hers. As they come together and their bodies align Rose hisses. The contact of so much of his naked skin against her own nearly burns her as the sensation fires her nerve endings. The softness of her breasts meets the hard firmness of his chest. His penis is pressing firmly into her stomach, hard like steel, and he twines one leg around hers as his mouth finds hers in the pale light and for several long minutes she forgets she is even capable of thinking as he licks the edge of her lips.

Rose draws him inside, her mouth beckoning to him welcomingly. His tongue glides across hers and he circles about it, before beginning a series of thrusts and parries that she meets eagerly, willingly, assertively. Her hand strokes quickly down his side and she smiles around the kiss as he shivers against her touch and thrusts his hips into her body. She trails her fingers back up to his ribcage and runs her index finger along each indentation, slowly counting each rib. He laughs and pulls his mouth back a bit.

“Ticklish?” she asks him.

“Aye, a bit,” he tells her. She smiles at the thickness of his accent and ghosts across his ribs again.

“Minx,” he growls.

“Yes,” she agrees as she does it again. He shudders against her and his eyes darken. He pulls back and takes her hand and very slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, lowers it to his penis.

“Touch me?” he says, lilting the words upwards at the end to make it a question and not a command. Rose bites her lip and tries to push down her nervousness. He looks at her with such ineffable tenderness that she gathers her courage and reaches out, her fingers gliding softly down the smooth, velvet length, catching lightly against his foreskin before moving on.

She looks at him again, seeking his permission before moving her hands down to cradle his testicles. They are heavy in her hand and even hairier than the rest of him, save the thick thatch of hair his penis emerges from. She returns her curious eyes and hands to his shaft, stroking lightly up and down, up and down, before realizing with a guilty start that she’s maybe taking too much time at this activity, maybe he wants to move on to the sex. But one glance at his face shows he is quite happy with her actions. She plays with him a bit longer before running her hands back up his body, across his abdomen and chest and to his shoulders.

“Do you,” she swallows hard then repeats herself, “Do you want to…to touch me, too?” She’s still so nervous, despite wanting this, him, his touch on her body.

“Oh, yes!” he says enthusiastically and she giggles, but the sound turns into a hiss of pleasure as his hand reaches out and strokes the inside of her knee. She tenses just a bit, years of habit, of telling boys and men no, making her want to clench her legs tightly together, but she looks into his eyes again and her body relaxes. She wants him, it’s safe, she’s okay. Very slowly he slides his hand halfway up the inside of her thigh before running it back down to her knee again. He repeats the process, creeping just a bit higher each time until she’s calm again and with a final burst of bravery she opens her thighs to him.

He props himself up and just looks at her for a long moment, thoroughly entranced by what he sees. She blushes as heat rushes to her sex and sighs as he lays his hand lightly against her curls, softly petting her for a moment before trailing one finger down to the start of her folds. She shivers at the light touch, feels the finger insinuate itself between them and carefully stroke her clitoris. Rose jerks violently. This is nothing like touching herself.

“You okay?” he asks gently.

She nods and he glides across her again. She licks her lips and sighs, widening her legs a bit more. He strokes her slowly, each touch a caress of tenderness. His finger moves in little circles, then up and down, back and forth, repeating that pattern until she thinks she may go insane. Her arousal is so great now that the ache between her legs is becoming unbearable. She is so wet, so ready for more.

Again as if he is if able to read her mind, his fingers descend, stroke gently across her opening and then he tucks one inside just a little, only to the first knuckle, his eyes on her face the entire time. “This okay?” he asks her and she nods because the power of speech is entirely lost on her. He slides the finger the rest of the way inside her body and she closes her eyes, a tiny moan escaping her lips. He rests it there, waits a bit before moving it back and forth, finally does and waits for her sigh of pleasure. He continues to watch her face as he slowly inserts a second finger.

She startles for a moment at that and he freezes. Her eyes fly open. “All right?” he asks again. She nods, but her eyes are huge. “If you need me to slow down, I will.” She shakes her head from left to right. She doesn’t want him to stop. He continues with his cautious movements, his fingers stretching her, preparing her for what is to come.

He withdraws from her body and she wants to cry out at the loss of him, but she hears the tearing of foil and the rustling awkward movements of him rolling on a condom, then he is moving above her, settling between her thighs. She expects him to enter her immediately, but he doesn’t, instead his mouth going to her right breast, his tongue working at the nipple as he raises it to a fiery peak with quick, rough flicks. He supports himself on one arm, the other hand going to her other breast where he kneads the soft little mountain of flesh. He is a bit more aggressive with this part of her body and she doesn’t mind. His actions shoot sparks through her torso and into her groin.

He moves his mouth to the sensitive underside of her breast, tasting the skin in wide flat licks, before scraping across it with his teeth. She thrashes against him and he trails kisses up between the valley of her breasts, before descending upon the other nipple. He bites lightly at the nipple and she bucks into him, her body filling with desire.

Rose groans loudly. “Want you.” He releases her nipple from his teeth and leans upwards, capturing her mouth and kissing her thoroughly before edging back again. One hand goes between them and he is lifting off her just enough to locate her entrance. He takes himself in hand and snuggles the head of his penis against her slick opening. “You ready?” he asks seeking after her comfort as he has done every step of the way so far.

“Yes,” she tells him. He presses forward just a little bit, and she tenses, her fingers grabbing fistfuls of the bedsheets. He waits for her body to relax again before he pushes in another inch and pauses again. She remains relaxed this time, biting her lip in concentration, her eyes looking into his with wonder. He eases back and then presses forward again, until he is halfway sheathed inside her and stops briefly before repeating the process until he’s three quarters of the way within her body. He is stretching her more than his fingers did and for a moment she is a little uncomfortable.

“We can stop,” he tells her.

“No,” she says firmly. “I don’t want to.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” Her hands rise up to grip the lean, strong muscles of his forearms and she nods her head. His eyes remain locked on hers. One final withdrawal and then a gentle forward shove and he is buried inside her to the root. He groans and she gasps and shudders.

“You okay?” he asks again.

“Yes,” she tells him, her breath hissing out of her. “Oh, yes.” When he doesn’t move she raises her hips a bit impatiently. “You don’t always have to be such a gentleman,” she scolds him and he smiles and begins a slow, steady rhythm of thrust and withdrawal.



He is grateful for the condom to slightly dull the sensation. He has a feeling that if he were inside her without one he’d go off like a teenager within minutes. He is no stranger to self-control, but this is Rose he’s making love to. Self-control is never easy with her. He’s always managed up until now, but he can already feel the orgasm building inside him and he thinks desperately about other things to stave it off because he wants it to last, but it isn’t easy when she’s so wet, so hot, so deliciously tight around him.

This may as well be her first time having sex, it is their first time being lovers, and he wants so much for it to be the experience she craves, needs, wants. Distracting himself is almost impossible because every cell in his body is screaming for him to drive forcefully into her body without restraint, to possess her, own her, mark her as his. His body is screaming for completion, screaming for him to come inside her heated walls. His pace begins to pick up speed of its own accord and he has to force himself to slow again when he feels the orgasm bubbling up too fast. He stops and leans forward, finds her lips and kisses her until he can’t breathe and she is gasping and then she is impatiently raising her hips again.

He breaks from her mouth and she sighs, bucking her pelvis more forcefully against him, scraping her nails down his back. Bugger this! He can’t make it much longer, especially if she’s going to do that. He props himself on the headboard with one hand and reaches between their bodies with the other and finds her clitoris and strokes it to the pace he is setting for them. The sounds she makes, oh, good heavens, those noises alone are going to make him come if she keeps at it. And then her hands trail down his sides to grip at his bum and she’s urging him to go faster, begging him to go harder, telling him she’s close, so close, and he can’t stop himself from following her commands, his finger dancing more aggressively against her.

He barely holds on to his sanity as he plunges quickly and more wildly into her body and she meets him thrust for thrust and he’s begging her to, “Please, please, come, Rose. Come. Come for me.” And then she is, her body stiffening beneath his, her contractions clamping down hard on his penis and her thighs tightening against the outsides of his own. And as the orgasm fades from her body he puts both hands on the headboard and let’s go, plunges deeply, all control lost now as he drives into her willing body.

She is panting his name, offering encouragement, raising her hips to meet his thrusts and begging him to come for her. He rides along the knife-edge, not quite able to tip over just yet, his body yearning to extend the sensations just that one minute longer. Rose shifts beneath him and raises her legs to lock them about his waist and he slides a bit further into her than he’d been before.

Rose cries out at the deepening thrusts, but he is too far gone to know if it is in passion or pain, but her hands stroking his body reassure some distant part of his mind that she is still with him, still okay. He lets go of the worry and focuses only on thrusting into her body as deeply as he can. It feels amazing as her walls grip him, the friction building within him as the fire builds in his balls.

Then he is plunging erratically and he is crying out her name as the pressure comes to a breaking point and pours through him and he at last releases into her again and again and again with a force he has not felt before whilst making love. It is so violent it almost hurts in its pleasure and his vision flashes white.

He lets out a cry that is half howl and half her name and finally shudders to a stop, sure he’s drained both of his testicles in one go. He collapses on top of her. He stays that way only for a moment before he grabs hold of himself and the condom and withdraws from her body cautiously. He does not wish to precipitate another pregnancy scare for her by being careless and letting the condom slip off. He rolls onto his back and quickly removes the prophylactic and disposes of it in the nearby bin and grabs a few tissues to clean himself up with.

“That was…oh, blimey. Rose, that was…that was fantastic!” he exclaims. He’s still a bit short on breath.

Very gently he moves to clean her up as well and as the tissue glides over the sensitive flesh of her folds she groans, “Jonathon.” He smiles at her and spends a bit more time than necessary on the job just to see her writhe beneath his touch. Finally he disposes of these as well. The moment he is done he pulls Rose’s body to him, and she snuggles into his side.

“That was amazing,” he tells her.

She doesn’t say anything and he hopes he didn’t hurt her in his final uncontrolled drive towards orgasm. She is shaking against him and he’s suddenly afraid when he feels wetness that she’s in tears. “Rose? Rose, are you crying?”

“I’m all right,” she says. “I’m just happy. You make me so happy.” She reaches up and touches his face, her palm cradling his jaw. “I love you, Jonathon,” she says simply.

He wipes the tears from her face and answers her seriously. “I love you, Rose. Very much.” He dips his head towards her and his mouth find hers, sliding gently across them in a barely there brushing of lips. He plants little teasing, ghosting kisses across her lips, then up across her cheekbone to her eyelid where he lets himself linger for a longer moment, before edging over the bridge of her nose and kissing the other eyelid, too. He trails over to her jaw line then and continues a path down her neck to the pulse point at her throat.

His lips fasten tightly on the steady throbbing beat and she tilts her head back, granting him better access. She makes a soft rumbling sound and he smiles against her skin. He pauses, pulling back long enough to say, “You like that, do you?”

“Mmm,” she manages and her hand rises to his hair, pulling his mouth back down. He licks and sucks and bites at her skin then slowly moves his lips down to her clavicle, settling into the little indentations, swirling his tongue about before sliding it further down her body. After lavishing quite a bit of attention on both breasts he kisses down to her abdomen, intent on kissing every inch of her soft, creamy skin.

She squirms beneath him as his tongue trails down her ribcage. “Oh,” she says.

“Ticklish?” he asks echoing her question from earlier. She nods and he licks again at the spot, grinning as she wriggles against him. He moves on until he finds the indentation inside of her hip bone and he settles there, sucking softly at first, then more intensely. Rose’s hands find their way back into his hair and she makes little moans of encouragement as he suctions the flesh against his teeth hard enough to leave a mark.

His fingers rub soothingly over the already purpling skin and then he is on his way once again, kissing his way down her thigh, her leg, her foot and then he crawls onto the other side of her body, trailing back up to the other leg to that hip bone. He doesn’t leave a mark this time, only laves it gently with his tongue.

“I want to taste you,” he tells her. Rose makes a mewling sound and opens her legs to the gentle pressure of his hands. He settles between her thighs, his fingers stroke up and down the skin to either side of her sex lightly and she sighs. He moves his fingers inwards, separating the folds and exposing her completely to his gaze, studying her intently in the dim light.

He reaches out with the tip of his tongue and just barely touches the little red nubbin at the apex of her labia. She shudders and hisses and he moves closer, this time enclosing the whole of her clitoris with his mouth, sucking her inside for several long seconds before releasing her and then settling down to stroke her with his tongue. He makes strange and elaborate circular patterns that seem to have no rhyme or reason, but come into his head as clear and consistent shapes. Almost like pictograms based on clockwork.

The odd idea passes through his head as quickly as it comes and he focuses intently on bringing pleasure to his lover. His lover. Yes, he can call her that now, though the feelings she invokes are deeper even than that. He wants more than just this, more than sex and sleeping in the same bed. He wants everything with this woman. The thought scares him at its sudden intensity and he stops for a moment in his ministrations.

Rose moans a gentle complaint and he resumes his oral attentions, inserting a finger into her dripping opening and redoubling his efforts. He pushes the thought of what his feelings mean aside for this moment and focuses and it is only a few minutes later that she comes fast and hard against his finger.

She makes a pleased, garbled sound in her throat as he climbs off of her and lays himself out beside her, turned slightly into her body. “That was lovely,” she tells him. He grins at her.

“You’re lovely,” he says. She snuggles under his arm and recovers for a few minutes, her hand gently running from his pectoral muscles to his navel and back again. He kisses her forehead and runs his hand across her back. When she feels like her body will work again she pushes away from him and sits up. He looks at her quizzically.

“I want to taste you, too” she tells him. He smiles in delight and when she nudges his shoulder he rolls all the way onto his back. Rose hovers over him a bit, her hair dripping down on either side of her and brushing against his chest. He shivers at the sensation, goose bumps rising up on his skin.

She laughs, gathers her hair in one hand and uses it to tease him, ghosting down his chest to his stomach and stopping with a startled gasp when she sees his penis rise up like a flag unfurling, the end coming out of the foreskin like a turtle emerging from his shell. He’d been hard while seeing to her body, but had softened when they were just lying together afterwards. “You like that, do you?” she says in a repeat of his earlier words.

“Very much,” he tells her. She smiles and then leans forward and touches the tip of her tongue to his left nipple. “That too,” he volunteers as she hungrily descends upon the tiny nubbin, licking all around it in tiny little circles while catching the other one between her index and middle fingers.

He sucks in his breath sharply at her actions. “Rose,” he mumbles, his eyes closing in pleasure. She layers kisses across his sternum and down his ribcage, her fingers threading through his chest hair as she licks her way down his body. She is shyer than he in her actions but determined to bring him the enjoyment that he’d brought to her.

She pauses as her mouth reaches his navel and sits up again, shooting him a nervous look. “I’ve…I’ve not done this before,” she tells him. “I’m afraid I might be rubbish at it.” She bites her lip.

“You don’t have to,” he says. “You never have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

“It’s not that,” she says. “I just…I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you.”

“Rose, nothing you do to me could ever be a disappointment,” he says with gentle reassurance. She nods and then moves lower in the bed and engulfs the head of his penis with her mouth. She is slow to move her tongue around him, trying to get used to the strange taste of him. Probably spermicide from the condom, she realizes. She’ll have him wash next time.

Slowly she moves her mouth up and down his shaft as far as she can comfortably reach. She can in no way take him all in so instead she wraps one small hand around his base. She thinks about what he did for her and slowly she tries to translate it into her own actions, sucking hard at first then circling the frenum fervently, then dipping into the tip with little flicks of her tongue.

Rose works at him for a while, her jaw starting to ache a bit, but then she feels his hand in her hair and he’s pulling her off of him. “Rose, I want to make love to you again, and if you keep this up, I won’t be able to.”

“You can…you can come…in my mouth if you want to,” she manages to say. The words feel like they should be dirty to say but she feels nothing of the sort, her offer genuine.

“Another time,” he growls, his voice dark. “I want to come inside you. Now.”

“Oh!” His aggressive words are almost like a command and she feels a let down of her body’s natural lubrication while her nipples seem to tug inwards sharply with the force of the desire in his voice. The sensation shoots through her groin at the same time.

She scrambles away from him and lays down on the bed again as he reaches for another condom, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it quickly onto his erection.

“Turn over,” he tells her.

“What?” she asks her eyes widening with alarm.

“I want to take you from behind,” he says to her.

“I…”

“I won’t hurt you, Rose. But I can get deeper. And right now, I want to be as deep inside you as I can possibly be.” He realizes her hesitation. “Please?”

“Okay,” she says finally. She turns onto her hands and knees, puts a few pillows under her for support and gulps.

“Shh,” he says soothingly running his hands over her back and bum a few times. Then she feels his fingers dipping inside her. He takes himself in hand and brings his penis to her opening. This time when he pushes in it’s all at once, slow and steady but without stopping. Rose finds herself pushing back into him. It is amazing how he seems to be so much deeper inside her in this position when she had already thought she couldn’t be filled more fully than he’d done the first time.

“Tell me if it gets to be too much,” he says. And then he pulls out and pushes into her abruptly. She gasps but on his next thrust she is meeting him. This time it is fast and driving but not too hard. He reaches around her with one hand, stroking her over sensitized clit and she is coming again within moments. He moans as she orgasms around him, then he is thrusting into her harder and she grips the pillow for dear life. She thinks he is still holding back and then feels his hands move to her hips and he is pulling her forcefully into each plunge of his penis into her body. It only takes a few of these thrusts and then he is coming, crying out her name and other wordless sounds of passion.

She collapses on the pillows and he collapses on top of her, his body bearing her weight down further into the bed. He withdraws from her body but does not move himself off her otherwise for a long moment, his mouth finding the back of her neck and kissing her there. Finally he rolls off her and she rises from the bed. “I’ll be back," she murmurs and hurries to the loo.

He disposes of the condom and then uses the loo when she comes back. They snuggle into the bed together, Rose’s body tangled in his and each fall into a deep and joyous sleep, well-earned through good loving.

Ch. 21:  http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/153858.html