John Francis

They returned back to Tico’s to pack, but they all needed a quick snack before tackling that job. While Amanda and Richie made loaded omelets, Jon called Dot from the upstairs bedroom.

“Hi, Jon” came his ex-wife’s greeting.

“Hi. How is everyone?”

“All good, although Romeo has been running a bit of a fever today,” she informed him.

“Is he okay? Just normal kid stuff?”

“As far as I know, but I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

“Dot, I wanted to let you know I’m coming back to Jersey tomorrow and I want to see the kids as much as possible.”

“You know you can always see them, but they’re pretty involved with after school activities.”

“Will you let me know what their schedules are so I can get together with them,” he asked softly.

“Sure, they’ll love to see you,” she hesitated, then asked, “Are you doing okay, Jonny?”

“Yeah, I am. Richie’s coming too. Tico’s down in the Keys at an art festival and won’t be back for another few days. I don’t think he’ll be coming to Jersey as he wanted some serious R&R.”

“Well, with you and Richie, where there’s one, there’s the other,” she actually laughed.

“I know it…Dot, when I get there I’d like to talk to you too, okay?”

“Jon, if this is about Eric…” she began.

“It is a little, but not in a bad way, I swear. I just need to talk to you about some things. Please make time for it, alright?”

“Okay. I can do that. I’m sorry, but none of the kids are here right now except Romeo and he’s sleeping.”

“No problem. I’ll see them tomorrow. And, Dot…thanks,” Jon said as a good-bye.


Hearing his name being called, he came downstairs to find the omelets ready along with a bottle of wine that Amanda had remembered he liked. During their snack Amanda thanked Jon profusely for the things he had bought her, as well as thanking Richie for coming along to help.

“I haven’t been up north for so long I forgot how much cold weather stuff was needed. I probably wouldn’t have gotten enough except for you two, so thanks!” She sipped her wine as they acknowledged her thanks. Dishes were a breeze to clean up and they all went their separate ways to pack afterwards.

Jon roughly threw his items into his bag and went to Amanda’s room. He heard the shower running and locking the door he stripped down to join her. He was so quiet this time she actually squeaked in surprise when his hands grabbed her waist from behind. Pressing himself against her, he spoke, his voice husky in her ear.

“Do you know how fucking long this day has been?” He nuzzled her neck and let his hands start to wander over her skin. He more firmly pressed his erection against her rear as she felt herself flame to his touch.

“I want you. I need to have you underneath me, bucking your hips, taking me in harder with each stroke until I’m buried so deep inside you I don’t know where you end and I begin.”

Jon spoke these words in a hoarse whiskey-tinged voice that started deep shudders in Amanda. Her knees felt weak and she turned to take his mouth with hers, pressing her breasts against his fur, feeling the rock hard erection she was now desperate to have inside her.

They made it to the floor of the bathroom on the deep pile rug. Still dripping wet, Jon’s grip was bruising as he positioned her to receive him. The shower had removed some of her natural wetness and his thrust inside her caused a scream that was part pain, part pleasure, and all ecstasy. She shuddered over and over again, her breasts arched, her head tossing, as Jon drove himself into her as deeply as he said he would. His arms straining, sweat now mixing with shower water, Jon moved himself out to the edge and then drove into her again and again, harder with each thrust, branding himself with her scent.

The third orgasm actually made Amanda lightheaded and she could only dig her nails into his ass, driving him further into her as her need overrode every rational thought she had. She heard his breathing change and his movements become quicker as he neared his release. He moaned her name as the explosion rocked him and fell on top of her as he lost the strength in his arms. She held him, crooning his name, stroking his hair, trying to come down from where he had taken her.

Her breathing slowing, Amanda managed to get out, “I can’t believe what you do to me.”

“I can’t get enough of being inside you, Manda. Hell, I can’t get enough of just being with you,” Jon rasped. “Every time is better than before…I…” he stopped as she placed a finger against his soft lips.

“Do you remember how you said you knew I didn’t want anything from you because of who you are?” came her question. He nodded.

“There is something I want…” He looked at her, incomprehension in his eyes.

“I’ve been with three men in my life and you are the third. I will never ask you because of who you are, but I will never believe in my heart that I am ‘the best’ at something or ‘you’ve never felt like this before’ because I do know who you are.”

Jon’s eyes actually flared at her for a moment and then he spoke.

“Okay, I listened to you, now you listen to me.” She nodded.

“You said you were with two men before me, right?” She nodded again.

“Was the second different than the first?”

“Yes, the second was Jeremy,” she answered, not sure where he was going.

“Why was the second different?” he continued.

“Because I loved…oh…” she said in a small voice.

“If I say something to you it’s not a comment on your technique, it’s because of the way you make me feel, the way I feel when I’m with you. Do you understand me?” His voice had roughened at the last. “Love makes it different, Manda, do you get it now?”

Tears flowed freely as she did understand what he meant. Her breath hitched as she breathed out in a whisper, “Oh God, I do love you!”

“I love you too, Manda. All you have to do is love me and let me love you.”