The Lake

Late August - Savannah, Georgia - Jerry's choice for the annual Jacks
summer soiree

Jax and Joanna stepped outside onto the balcony, into the hot, sultry night
air in search of a quiet moment away from the crowd. Jerry's party was in
full swing and, although they had enjoyed mingling with their friends and
family, they were anxious to be alone. Jax had been gone for a week on a
business trip to the Far East. A very long week.

"I missed you," Jax said, reaching out to caress her cheek. "Have I told
you how ravishing you look tonight?" He lifted her chin gently and brushed
his lips over hers.

"No, I don't believe you have."

"Let me correct that." His eyes swept over her, taking in the curves of her
body outlined by the royal blue, silk dress. It was a simple, yet elegant
dress. No plunging neckline, no bare back. But just the knowledge of what
was hidden underneath was enough to spark his desire. "You look ravishing."

She felt the heat rise in her cheeks. After all this time, he could still
make her blush with just a word, a look.

"That's what I'd like to do right now."

"What?"

"Ravish you." He took her hand, guiding her toward the stairs. "C'mon."

Her pulse leapt. "Where are we going?"

He smiled, that sexy smile, his blue-green eyes sparkling with mischief.
"For a walk by the lake."

The noise from the party faded into the background as they made their way
through the garden. The atmosphere was magical with the scent of roses in
the air, the moon and stars casting a soft glow over the water now as
smooth as glass. Jax and Joanna walked in silence for a while, enjoying the
night and each other's company. It felt so good just to be together again.

Suddenly, he pulled her into his arms. "May I have this dance?" he asked.

"But there isn't any music."

"Sure there is. You just have to close your eyes and listen." She did as he
suggested, sighing, and leaning her head on his shoulder. "Can you hear it
now?"

"Definitely," she answered as they began to sway to a rhythm all their own,
to the sounds of the night and the beating of their hearts. Joanna smiled.
She had never really believed in romance or imagined a love like
this...until Jax. With him, she felt safe, secure, cherished.

"I've been dreaming about holding you again like this since the moment I
left." He kissed her forehead. "I love you, Joanna."

"I love you, too, Jasper."

Jax grinned. "Why is it that when anyone else calls me that, it's annoying,
but when you do...it turns me on?" He tightened his arms around her and
lowered his lips to hers. It was a gentle kiss, the lightest touch, as they
reacquainted themselves with the passion that was always simmering just
below the surface whenever they were together. Slowly, he deepened the
kiss, trailing his tongue over her lips before teasing them apart in search
of hers.

It had been too long since Joanna had been in his arms. Soon, the fire
inside her was raging out of control. And Jax was the only one who could
quench the flames. She tore her mouth free and pressed her hips against
his. "Make love to me, Jax. Now. Please."

Jax didn't say a word, but his eyes were dark and smoky with desire.
Joanna's heart was pounding as he led her behind a tall oak tree. He shed
his white tuxedo jacket and spread it on the grass before lowering her to
the ground and settling beside her. He traced a fingertip over her cheek,
then her chin before leaning down to kiss her again. There was no
gentleness this time, only hunger. His tongue swept her mouth, demanding a
response that she was only too glad to give. She reveled in the feel of his
strong, hard body pressing against hers, the smell of his aftershave
mingling with the scent of flowers in the air, the taste of his lips, more
intoxicating than any wine. She felt his fingers at the base of her throat,
slowly unbuttoning the front of her dress, building the anticipation until
he finally parted the material. "Why, Joanna, you're wearing a bra instead
of a camisole."

"And it has a front clasp, too."

"I see that. Were you planning this seduction all along?"

"Oh, absolutely," she admitted. "Check out the stockings," she whispered in
his ear. "I wore them just for you."

Jax reached down to her ankle first, slipping one shoe off, then the other
before sliding his hand over her calf. He gave it a gentle squeeze then
moved up a little higher to tickle the back of her knee, then higher still
until he encountered the soft skin of her thigh instead of silk. "My
favorite pair."

Joanna slid her arms around his neck, pulling his head down for another
kiss until they were both breathless. Jax kissed her cheek, then moved to
her neck, inhaling the delicate scent of her perfume. He traced his tongue
along the edge of her lace bra as he unfastened the clasp. He peeled the
material away and cupped his hands around her breasts. Joanna couldn't help
the moan that escaped her throat as he caressed every curve then brushed
his thumbs over her nipples. Jax smiled as they immediately hardened in
reaction to his gentle touch. He lowered his head, laving his tongue over
one perfect peak before taking it into the warmth of his mouth.

"Jax!" Joanna gasped. She arched her back, offering more, tangling her
fingers in his soft, thick hair, holding him there. He turned his attention
to her other breast as she reached for the buttons of his shirt, desperate
to feel his smooth, muscled chest pressing against her flesh.

"Easy, sweetheart," he whispered as her patience ran out and she ripped the
material open, buttons scattering across the grass.

"Sorry," she grinned, not really sorry at all.

Jax grinned back. "Don't be. Who would've known you would turn out to be
such a wildcat?"

"I had a great teacher," she told him, pressing her lips to the golden skin
she had revealed, giving each nipple a little nibble, teasing him in
return. "We practiced a lot of intense kissing and touching." She raised
herself enough to press her breasts against him.

"Practice makes perfect," Jax said with what was left of his breath. "What
else did he teach you?"

"This," she said, moving up to his neck, then his ear, nipping at his
earlobe. "And this." She slid her hand over his taut stomach, feeling the
muscles contract. "And some serious groping, like this..."

"Joanna!" It was his turn to gasp as he felt her hand lower to the front of
his trousers, tracing the length of him through the material.

She fumbled with the button then the zipper, reaching inside to close her
hand around him. He was hard and hot and she ached to have him inside her.
"Jax, I want you so much."

Jax's control was slipping fast. He reached for her thigh again, slowly
easing along the outside and down again, across her knee, and up along the
sensitive inside. Joanna bit her lower lip, trying to calm the trembling as
she waited...He teased her, sliding his hand down the other leg and inside
again. "Jax, please..."

He made her wait no more, running his hand from her thigh to her hip, then
finally under the waistband of her panties, his fingers touching her in a
soft, intimate caress. She was warm and wet. "Joanna..."

"Don't even say it. I think I've been ready since the moment you walked
through the door this evening."

Jax laughed. "So have I." He eased the panties down her legs, lifted her
hips, and slid into her in one, fluid motion.

Neither of them moved as they savored the incredible sensations of being
joined completely. "This feels so good," Jax groaned. "Now I'm home."

"You certainly are." Joanna clutched his shoulders and wrapped her legs
around his waist, allowing him to deepen his penetration, increasing the
pleasure for both of them.

His eyes held hers as he began to move, slowly at first, watching her
changing expressions - the love, the passion, all for him. He increased the
pace and she met each thrust eagerly, urging him to move faster, harder,
both striving for that common goal, a glimpse of paradise. Joanna cried out
as she reached the peak, tumbling into sweet ecstasy. She felt Jax shudder
in her arms as he followed her over the edge.

He collapsed over her then slid to her side, pulling her with him to rest
in his arms. It was several moments before their harsh breathing began to
slow and their hearts settled into a normal rhythm. "Wow," Jax said when he
was finally able to catch his breath. "Now that's what I call a warm
welcome."

Joanna smiled, a soft, satisfied smile, sliding a leg between his, cuddling
closer, their moist bodies clinging together. "We must make some picture,"
she laughed, her gaze wandering over his bare chest, his buttonless shirt
barely covering a shoulder, his pants and black silk boxers now around his
ankles. "You never even took off your shoes."

"I was a little too busy to be bothered." His eyes swept over her. "You
look well-ravished yourself," he said, taking in the silk dress, bunched
around her waist, top open, bra straps clinging to her arms, her breasts
gleaming in the moonlight. He could feel the desire returning already. But
he had something else in mind first. He trailed a finger down the valley
between her breasts. "How about a dip in the lake to cool off a bit?" he
asked, taking off his shoes, his pants, his boxers, finally slipping the
shirt from his arms.

Joanna's breath caught in her throat as he stood there, naked and
beautiful, and all hers. "Sounds heavenly."
 

J&J Fantasy #2- Anatomy of a Shower

Jax stepped into the shower and turned the water on full blast, hoping the
icy liquid would quench his raging passion. He braced his hands against the
tiles, trying to calm his breathing and his racing heart. He didn't think
he could survive any more close encounters without giving into his desires
and making mad, passionate love to her until they were both exhausted and
satisfied. "Ah, Joanna, what have you done to me?" he groaned, smiling
through the discomfort. She certainly didn't make it any easier the way she
came alive in his arms. She responded with an honesty and intensity that he
found extremely erotic, all innocence and eagerness combined in one
incredible package.

She was so beautiful and not just on the surface. She was warm, caring,
intelligent, funny. Simply being around her was a pleasure and a joy,
elements that had been missing in his life for far too long. And the
attraction between them was powerful. He almost hadn't walked out of her
room tonight. He wanted her - badly - and she wanted him just as much. He
has seen the desire in her eyes, felt it in her touch, tasted it on her
lips. This isn't helping, he thought, as he turned to let the spray hit the
back of his neck and cascade down his back. Okay, think of something else.
Anything else.

He closed his eyes and tried, really tried. But all he saw was Joanna's
face and then more than just her face...

"Jasper Jacks, you are without a doubt the most magnificent man I have ever
had the pleasure of viewing in all his naked glory."

Jax's eyes flew open and he could hardly believe what he was seeing. Joanna
was standing there, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, her gaze wandering
over every inch of him. Despite the icy water, his skin burned. "And just
how many naked men have you seen?"

"Including you?" She thought for a minute, beginning to count on her
fingers. "Well, there's...only one," she told him. "Unless you count
David."

"David?"

"The one we saw in the palazzo yesterday, and the one we saw in the museum..."

Jax rolled his eyes. "Of course."

"So are you just going to stand there or are you going to invite me in?"
She took a step foward. "I'll wash your back if you wash mine."

"Being that I'm such an astute business man, I never turn down a mutually
beneficial deal." With a dripping index finger, he traced a path across her
cheek and down her neck, ending at the place where the edges of the towel
were folded between her breasts.

"Jax, that water's cold!"

He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry." He reached over to adjust the temperature.
"I was in need of a little, well..."

"I see," Joanna said, glancing down. "Obviously it didn't work."

"No and it's all your fault," he sighed.

"My fault?"

Jax nodded. "Uh huh." He slid his finger underneath the cloth and tugged.
His breath caught in his throat as the towel slipped to the floor,
revealing every curve of the body that had been firing his imagination.
"For being so beautiful and tempting." His imagination paled in comparison
to the vision before him - from her sweet, seductive smile down to her
long, shapely legs and everything in between. Smooth, round breasts, not
too large, not too small, a perfect size for his palms...

He held his hand out to her and Joanna stepped inside to stand beside him
under the spray. He cupped her face in his hands and touched his lips to
hers, threading his fingers through her now-wet hair. She slid her arms
around his neck and pressed herself tightly against him. He gasped at the
feel of their slick bodies sliding sensuously against each other from head
to toe. "You feel so good, Jax. If this is a dream, please don't wake me
up."

"We must be having the same dream," he said, running his tongue over her
lips then delving inside to explore her mouth. He was so hungry for her,
but he pulled away before he lost control. "As I recall, we were supposed
to be washing each other's back."

Joanna opened her eyes and gave him a mischievous grin. "How about our fronts?"

"I don't think that was part of the original deal. Besides, I think we can
each handle that on our own."

"You're no fun."

"Is that what you came in here for? Fun? I'll show you fun," he promised
with a wink. He reached for the bottle of shampoo on the shelf. "I'll
start. I'll wash your hair first."

"Sounds like a plan."

Jax popped the top and poured the liquid into his palm. "You have no idea
what I have planned," he thought as he slid his fingertips through her
hair, gently massaging her scalp. She sighed, a blissful smile curving her
lips. "Feel good?"

"Very."

"This is just the beginning," he said, guiding her back under the water to
rinse the shampoo from her hair. He kissed the tip of her nose.

"So, what's next?"

"Your back, of course." He grabbed the bar of soap and worked up a good
lather. "Turn around, please," he instructed.

He placed his hands at the nape of her neck and massaged the spot between
her shoulder blades with his thumbs. "This is just what I needed," she told
him as his fingers worked their magic. He slid them down her spine and she
moaned. "You sure are good at this."

Jax smiled, gliding his hands up again, just grazing the sides of her
breasts on the way to her neck. He lifted one arm, holding it in the air,
moving from her shoulder to her hand, pausing to brush his thumb over her
palm. He lifted her other arm. Ah, she was becoming putty in his hands. He
dropped to his knees behind her, reached for the soap again, then put a
hand on each thigh, kneading the muscles, working his way down. He kissed
the back of each knee before moving on to her calves. He slid his hands
around to the other side, moving up to her hips.

He stood and rinsed her off, trying to ignore the burgeoning passion
building inside him at the feel of her slick skin beneath his hands. He
wanted to be thorough. He turned her toward him and lathered his hands
again. His eyes held hers as he reached around to place his hands at the
small of her back, slowly gliding down to her buttocks, giving them a
gentle squeeze. He pushed her against him for a brief moment.

"Jax, please." He watched as Joanna's eyes closed and her neck arched
toward him. He leaned down to trail kisses from her ear to her shoulder. He
cupped his hands around her breasts, letting them fill his palms. His
thumbs circled her nipples and he felt them harden in response. "Jax!" He
lowered his head, kissing every inch of soft skin. Her hands grabbed
handfuls of his hair as he laved his tongue over one nipple before gently
taking it inside the warmth of his mouth and sucking tenderly.

He raised his head, smiling smugly. He could see the total arousal in her
eyes. She's aching, he thought, wanting him to touch the one place he had
purposely avoided. "Are you having fun yet?" He handed her the shampoo. "I
believe it's your move," he said. His smile faded, though, when he saw that
determined two-can-play-this-game look in her eyes. He was in trouble.
Serious trouble. Glorious trouble.

She took the bottle and gestured toward the floor. "You'll have to kneel
down if you want me to do this properly." He raised an eyebrow. "Well, I
can't help it if you're so tall and...big," she pointed out with emphasis
on the *big* and a glance down his body. Oh, she was good. And he was going
down. He sank to his knees, surrendering control. The question was - how
long could he maintain his?

Not for long, he thought, as he felt her fingers threading through his
hair. She leaned over him as she worked and her breasts were so close to
his face...no, NO!!!! his mind screamed. You will certainly lose it then.

She moved aside to allow the water to cascade over him again. "Okay, you
can stand up now."

<Not bloody likely> With great effort, he managed to raise himself on shaky
legs. She was ready, hands in a lather. She wasted no time stepping around
him and putting those hands on his shoulders, kneading the muscles,
following the contours down to the small of his back and up along his
sides. "Do you have any idea how incredibly gorgeous you are?" she asked
him. "All strength and power. And these biceps..." Her hands glided down
one arm. "And these hands, very gifted hands." She brushed a thumb over his
palm just as he had done to her. She lifted his other arm. "One touch can
make me melt."

Her words were as arousing as her hands. His breathing was harsh and
labored by the time she reached for his thighs, sliding down over his
calves. She reached around to wash the front of his legs on the ascent.
<Joanna, please, touch me>

But she didn't. She urged him to turn around and guided him under the spray
again. She wasn't nearly finished with him, he could tell. She reached
behind him for the soap again, allowing her breasts to brush against his
arm. He swallowed audibly and Joanna grinned. She knew he was out of his
mind with desire. But she laid her hands on his chest just the same. "And
this chest, and these abs..." Her hands drifted lower. She leaned toward
him, swirling her tongue around his right nipple. She kissed her way to the
other one as he felt her hand glide over said abs then lower to close
around him. He groaned. "Joanna..." He couldn't finish the thought. Her
thumb grazed over the smooth tip of him.

That was it. He grabbed the soap from her hands and tossed it to the floor.
He could see the same desire mirrored in her eyes that was raging through
his body. He slid his arms around her waist and cupped her buttocks,
lifting her into his arms. She wound her hands around his neck and her legs
around his waist. He pinned her against the tile wall and allowed his hands
to roam over her. Gradually, he lowered her body over him until he was
tightly sheathed inside her. He pulled back, slowly, then thrust again.

Joanna gasped, clutching him tightly. "Am I hurting you?"

"No." Her voice was a moan. "Jax, please don't stop."

Suddenly, they were both out of control as he increased the pace, thrusting
harder, faster. And she met him just as fiercely. He leaned back, balancing
her with one large hand against her buttocks, the other sliding between
their straining bodies. He gave one breast a gentle squeeze, then moved
down over her stomach, then lower to where they were joined.

He felt her begin to shudder. "Open your eyes, Joanna. I want to watch
you." She did and he lost himself in the passion he saw there. "Let go,
sweetheart." He felt her inner muscles contracting around him as she
screamed his name. He followed her into ecstacy with a final thrust and a
shout of satisfaction.

Jax felt his knees giving out and they slowly sank to the floor. Somehow,
he managed to shut the water off on the way down. They sat for several long
minutes as she straddled his thighs, still wrapped around him.

He smoothed his hand over her hair and smiled. "Are you okay?" he finally
asked when he could speak again.

"I'm wonderful."

"You certainly are."

Joanna giggled and Jax moaned. He was still snugly gloved inside her and he
could feel her laughter in all the right places. He was getting aroused
again.

"Jax!" she exclaimed, writhing in his lap.

He grasped her hips firmly, then kissed her. "I know, I know. You didn't
think once would be enough, did you?"

"Once is never enough with you, Jasper."