Looking out the window at the grey sky, she decided not to go for a run and on a shower instead.
Peeling off her clothes, she stepped into the shower. Turning the dial, the cool water caused her to curse and jump back out of its stream and into the corner. She waited for the water to warm before ducking her head under the water.
Ariana stood there while the water soaked her thick long mane of hair and when she was sure it was saturated, she pumped a few drops of her shampoo in her palms and worked a lather in her hair, massaging her scalp and the nape of neck with her fingernails.
"Ari, I'm home!" Jon called as he walked into the bathroom.
Wiping the steam off the glass door, she grinned, "I see that. Now, why don't you take that silly hat off and come wash my back for me?"
She didn't need to ask him twice. Jon quickly tossed his hat on the vanity and shrugged out of the rest of his clothes.
Opening the glass door, Jon watched as the water cascaded down her hair and over her body. The slight breeze from him opening the door caused her nipples to harden and pebble immediately. He didn’t say a word, he just stepped in.
Ari stepped backwards, causing the shower head to spray him with droplets that did nothing but accentuate his strong shoulders, glisten off of his arms and trickle down his chest. Combing her fingers through his flattened hair until she reached the ends that stopped mid neck, she rested her forearms against his broad shoulders.
"Much better." She smiled.
"Well, that's what happens when I'm asked to sleep on the couch."
He stood with his arms at his sides, not touching her.
"No, you had hat head." She repeated her motions, wetting his locks even more.
"I like that hat, thank you very much."
"Well, no one’s brave enough to tell you, you need a new one."
"Not true. Steph made fun of it to this morning too." His fingers lightly touched her wet skin as they skimmed along the sides of her legs.
"Stephanie is a very smart girl.” She lifted her emerald orbs to his and moved a fraction closer, pressing her entire body against his, making them both moan at the contact.
Ari leaned into him, her mouth reaching his ear and blew hot air into it before catching his earlobe between her teeth and sucking on it. Jon let out a series of incomprehensible moans as she purred desperately into his ear. “I have this problem that needs fixing, and I think you can help.”
“Fuck,” He moaned loudly, turning and slamming her body into the wet tiles. His lips crashed onto hers, in a tortuously hot battle between their tongues while their hands glided over every inch of each other’s naked body.
Knotting her fingers into his wet golden locks, Ariana moaned as he attacked her neck, sucking the water off her skin and leaving red hot bite marks along the way. Desperately trying to create more friction, she bucked her hips, but he dug his fingers deep into her skin, pushing her away.
“Hey!”
“This is my show.” He pulled her bottom lip between his.
“Who died and left you king?” She tried to push herself closer to him, but his grip was stronger than she was.
Jon slid his knee between her legs, widening her stance. Slipping one hand over the wet patch of hair, he cupped her heated core.
“I’m the king, and this” he squeezed harder, “is my kingdom.”
“Do you hold the keys to the kingdom?”
“I hold all the keys.” He pushed his index finger into her slick heat.
Ari pulled his hand away and put his finger in her mouth and sucked, “But do they open all the doors?”
Growling, Jon lifted her off the floor as his fingers grazed her ass. “Any door I want.”
Ari panted loudly as she wrapped her legs completely around his waist, “Damn you’re good.”
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” He replied huskily with a wink and captured her right nipple between his teeth while he massaged the left one.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Ari whispered.
Jon slid into her as far as he could go as she tightened her legs around his waist. Sinking her teeth into his shoulder, Jon gave a grunt of pleasure and pulled out before thrusting into her again.
“Faster,” She pulled on his hair, moving his neck to better run her tongue along his protruding Adam’s apple.
Their eyes connected as Jon’s speed increased. Their moans mirrored each other’s until Ari couldn’t hold back any longer and she shouted out his name. His own throaty moan and shudder followed.
Panting, Jon collapsed against her, “Ari.”
“Yeah,” Running her fingers down his back, she slipped her legs from around his waist, feeling the emptiness as he pulled himself out of her.
“Um ....”
She placed her palm on his heaving chest and pinched a lock of hair, “If you apologize, I will hurt you.”
“Do you know what the punishment is for hurting the king?”
“Do tell.”
Reaching for her loofa, Ari nudged him away from the stream handing him the bar of soap and spread a lather over her body.
“Ten strikes.”
“Only ten?” She grinned devilishly as she stepped out of the shower, leaving him standing there.
Jon quickly shut off the water and chased after her, leaving a trail of water and suds along the way. Catching her as she was about to enter the closet, he pulled her into him, loosening her towel that was tucked between her breasts.
“Let’s stay in bed all day?”
“We can’t.”
“Why not?”
He asked as he dried the puddle he created with her towel she had dropped to the floor. She thought about his invitation. Why couldn’t they spend the day doing nothing? They had nowhere to go, nothing to do.
“Don’t know really, thought you might have stuff to do.”
“Not today. We have a ton of promotional shit and appearances coming up, which means hectic schedule. Not to mention Richie will be here. Who knows when we will have a chance like this.” He pulled on a pair of his ratty old sweats. “So whaddya say? Me, you, that big ole bed. We can order takeout and watch television.”
Smiling, Ari licked her lips and slowly inched her way closer to the door. Jon watched trying to figure out what she was up to and in a blink of an eye, she sprinted out of the closet and into the bedroom, yelling that ‘first one to the remote control, controls the television’
Ariana yelped and squirmed trying to get away, but Jon was fast, she had made it halfway up the mattress before his thick hand clench around her ankle dragging her down. Pulling his free hand back, he brought it forward, landing a slap on Ari’s right ass cheek.
“Ouch. What’s that for?” She cried out at the unexpected slap.
“Hands off that remote.”
“Uh-huh. I’m not watching CNN all day.” She wriggled her way up the mattress.
“And I’m not watching ‘Gone With The Wind’”
Jon climbed onto the bed and straddled her bottom. Reaching over her head, he took the remote from her hand resulting in Ari trying to kick him in the back with her folded legs.
“Me neither. It’s a hot guy, action flicks kinda day.” She looked over her shoulder up at him.
“Is that so?”
“Yup. I was thinking maybe we’d start with a little Robert Downey Jr., who in my book is the real man of steel. Then we’ll see just how ‘Fast and Furious’ Vin really is, which will lead into another kind of ‘Italian Job’ Mark Wahlberg and Jason Statham style. And to finish our hunky hot guy marathon, we have my favorite captain, Captain Jack.”
Jon tugged on a fistful of brown locks, “Really? Your favorite Captain!” He sunk his teeth into her neck.
“Yessss…” Ari hissed.
She didn’t know what had gotten into him; she had teased him before, but the way he was reacting caused a shiver to slide through her body. Releasing the hold on her hair, Jon trailed his hand down the expanse of her back, over her ass and in between her thighs. She dug her nails into the bed at his soft caresses, though they were not touching where she wanted them, he was slowly driving her insane.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Mmm.”
Jon placed both hands on Ariana's plump ass, squeezing firmly, and smirked as she growled out a mix of a groan and a moan. “Turn over.”
Doing as she was told, she rolled onto her back, and into his desired position. She bit at her lip nervously and waited for him to make his next move. Covering her body with his, he cupped one breast firmly before tweaking the rapidly hardening nipple between his forefinger and thumb.
“Jon... please...” Ariana begged.
“What?”
His left hand skimmed over her navel and through her neatly trimmed dark curls, bringing two fingers lower. He plunged the digits knuckle deep and with his thumb rubbed a few lazy circles over her clit.
“Jesus Christ.” She breathed, eyes fluttering open. She was in sensory overload, yet she wanted... needed more.
Pressing his erection at her entrance, lowering his lips to hers and in a husky voice he whispered, “And now, I’ll show you a man of steel.”
His lips seized hers in fiery kisses that cause a heat to travel through her body while his mouth captured every noise she made; the quiet whimpers, the throaty groans and the soft mews as she thrusted her hips up to meet each thrust of his own.
The sound of wet skin slapping against skin reverberated off the walls, his body convulsing when he felt her body tighten beneath him, allowing them to tumble together over the edge.
His body slackened, and he collapsed to the side of her, their sticky with sweat bodies still shaking as they fought to control their breathing. Their heavy lids couldn’t fight the sleep that suddenly overcame them. They didn’t even try and pull the comforter up over their rapidly cooling bodies.
