116 - How Deep Is Your Love

March 7, 2010

 

The morning sun was glowing through the cream-colored curtains, peeking through the cracks, and bathing him in gold as she laid there. Her desired to sleep lingered at the back of her mind. It was only a few hours ago that they crawled into bed despite closing her eyes, she was too awake to drift off.  She loved watching him sleep and falling more and more in love each time.

 

November 5, 1984 - Le Zenith, Paris, France. She could remember the first time she watched him. Actually, she had a few firsts. This was the official first time. The Kiss Tour. It was after the show, so technically, it was November 6th. He had gotten way too drunk at the after party. As usual, she had had enough partying and went to help pack things up. That’s where she found him passed out in an open amp crate, rambling on and on about some groupies that just blew both Richie and him. 

 

August 15, 1986 - Kobe, Japan - The first time she realized, she had more than friend feelings for him. They were hanging out in her hotel room all day watching movies. Grant it, it was a chick flick, and it was one of the few days he had completely off in a while. He’d never tell her no and, like a trooper, he was trying to stay up. He was mid-sentence when she turned to look at him. His head had fallen back against the couch, he had a slice of pizza in his hand, and he was snoring. She remembered sitting there for hours just staring, studying every line on his face, every noise that he made. Knowing then and there she was falling in love with him but didn’t dare tell him.

 

January 28, 1990 - Rio de Janeiro, Brazil - The day their lives would be changed forever. The night she finally stopped fighting herself and him and gave into those feelings of love she’d been having for many years. Feelings she knew were wrong. Feelings he had given her every opportunity to act upon. She told herself just one night. If I allow myself this, it would be out of my system and it would all go away. If only that had been true. The moment they crossed that line, she wanted him more than she wanted any man in her life. After they made love that night, she laid in his arms on the floor in his dressing room, pretending to be asleep until she knew he was, and she watched him. Twenty-five, the number of times his eyes twitched. Six, the number of times he licked his lips. Four, the number of times he said her name. The last one, more of a cry. His eyes jolted open, as if to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, and she was really there.

 

And it didn’t stop there. There were the countless last nights they spent together. When she was so afraid to close her eyes, fearing she would miss something and knowing that by morning, they’d have to say their goodbyes, having no clue when they’d see each other again.

 

Now, here she was, watching him again. He looked so beautiful and peaceful. Lying on his back, his head resting lopsidedly on her pillow, one arm thrown over his head, the other across his waist, his legs askew and tangled in the sheets. This would be the last morning she’d get to wake up beside him for a few weeks. As always, she wanted to remember every last moment. She would be heading home. First to Jersey for a few days to look in on Luc and the renovations. Next to her doctor’s appointment, then it was off to Montreal to check on Petit Soho and give Max a much-needed break. That man was a saint. She didn’t know if she could do this without him.

 

“You’re watching me.” he murmured, never opening his eye.

 

“Yes! I am.” she traced his lips with her finger. “I love you.”

 

He cracked one sleepy eye open. “I know.”

 

“Do you?” he opened his other eye and looked at her. “Do you really know? I don’t think I ever told you just how much.”

 

“Where is this coming from?” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

 

“Honestly?”

 

“Please.”

 

Switching position, she propped herself up on her elbow and made herself more comfortable.

 

“Watching you now has brought back memories of when I’ve watched you before and it got me thinking, maybe I never really truly expressed how much I’d loved you and love you still.”  

 

“Believe me, Crash, I knew.”

 

“Did you?” She lifted her hand and brought it to his face, brushing her thumb over his eye. “Did you know I love the adorable crinkles around your eyes when you smile?” With the back of her knuckles, she stroked his cheek along his jaw. “Or the way you clench your jaw and press a finger to your temple when you’re thinking?” A quick swipe of his lips, over his chin, down the length of his neck, to his Adam’s apple where she lingered. “This,” she whispered, “jiggles up and down when you laugh really hard, it becomes more pronounced when you sing and just before you cum it throbs and I can’t get enough of it still after all these years.”

 

“Cra...”

 

“Shh! I’m not done. I love the way you throw your head back when you giggle, or how you rub your biceps with you thumbs when your hands are tucked under your arms. I love that not once in twenty-six years, have you ever been anything other than John Francis Bongiovi. the skinny long-haired kid with a heart as big and deep as his ocean blue eyes with me. The only boy who stole my heart, body, and soul, and the only man who ever had them.” She covered his heart with her hand. “Past! Present! Future! I. Love. You.”

 

Jon swiped the single tear that sat at the corner of her eye and pushed his hand into her hair. Cupping the back of her head, he leaned in, capturing his lips with hers in a soft, heartfelt kiss.

 

“Crash, I don’t know what brought this on but I want you to know that never have I nor will I ever not know how much you love me.”

 

“It’s...” 

 

Cutting her off, Jon asked another question. “Does this have anything to do with you going home?” 

 

“Yes, and no. For the first time, I’m okay with it.” He gave her his pouty lips, “not like that, silly. It’s a different sad this time. Before, I never knew when we would be together again. This time, it’s more of a lonely than sad. I’ve gotten used to having you beside me every night. Even though you won’t be physically there, you will be here and here." She pointed to her heart and their baby. “Am I making any sense?”

 

“Perfect. For the record I feel the same way.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Yup. With you home and me on the road, I won’t be able to do this.”

 

Dipping beneath the sheets, Jon shimmied his way the down her length and nestled himself between her legs.

 

“What are you doing?” She squealed when he moved his hands up her thighs and pinned her flush against the mattress.

 

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

 

The warmth of his breath against her wetness sent ripples of anticipation of what would come next down to her toes. Slowly, he spread her glistening folds with his thumb and fingers and dragged his tongue up and over them.

 

“Mm. So... so sweet.”   

 

“Jon!”  

 

Teasing her, he answered with a long drawn out yes. He knew exactly what she wanted, but he wanted to hear her beg for it. Dipping in for another taste, he licked his tongue against her clit again and again, then slowly slid his index finger in and out.

 

“Please!” Ariana reached between her legs and gripped his hair. Thrusting her hips upwards, she began grinding against his face. Begging him for more.

 

“That’s it Crash... tell me.” he breathed harshly against her skin.

 

Ariana moaned lightly as the roughness of his tongue caressed her sensitive bud. Taking it into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it causing more whimpers to escape her.

 

“I- Jon,” she trembled, propping herself up on elbows to look down at him.

 

Jon didn’t reply. He continued his torturous treatment of the organ. His thick fingers pushing in and out.

 

“God. There. Don’t stop.” Ariana gasped.

 

Jon looked up at her, her head thrown back. “Like this?” he asked, curling his finger back, massaging the same spot.

 

“Yes. Yes.” she panted as the butterflies in the pit of her stomach fluttered. “Almost there.”  

 

Jon ran his tongue up the wet flesh, lapping up her warm juices as they released all over his fingers.

 

“You. Taste. Sweeter. Every. Time.” he whispered between strokes.

 

“Want you.” she hissed as her thighs quivered.

 

“Not yet. Cum for me first.” he scraped his teeth over her pink, swollen flesh. “I wanna lick you dry.”

 

Spreading her legs wider, Jon pressed his lips over her womanhood and sucked.

 

"Oh! Jon, it feels so ...” she moaned.

 

Jon gazed at her entrance, watching his fingers pump in and out of her. “Crash, you feel so good clenched around my fingers.”

 

Bucking her hips when he pressed his thumb harder against her bud, Ari hissed and rode out her orgasm through gritted teeth.

 

With a devilish smirk, Jon slowly slid his fingers out of her and swiped his tongue over each one, lapping up her juices.

 

“So...so tasty.” he whispered huskily.

 

Kneeling, he guided her onto her hands and knees and positioned himself behind her. Slipping his head through her wet folds, Ariana groaned when he slipped his length upwards. Pregnancy sex had awakened a whole new level of arousals for her.

 

With his hands on her hips, he gently guided her back and forth, allowing her to adjust to him. Listening for her moans, he picked up his pace when her breaths became sharp and labored. He was close, as was she. He tightened his grip on her waist and her legs soon trembled.

 

“C’mon Crash. That’s it.”

 

A few more thrusts and he felt her walls contracting tightly around him, “Oh, Jon,” she moaned as she felt him spilling deep insider her.

 

“Fuck!” he swore, drawing in and out as she milked every drop of him.

 

Ariana peered over her shoulder and watched as he withdrew himself from her, his face flushed from his orgasm and still panting. Smiling up at him, their bodies collapsed down onto the bed. Jon wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back into him. Gently caressing her stomach, they laid like that until their heart rates slowly returned to normal.