Jane Rizzoli
Escaping the city for the week hadn't been as easy as either of us had anticipated but it was our first chance of a quick getaway since Casey's arrival and he had insisted that it was desperately needed. After much persuading, he was finally able to convince me, besides it would give me a chance to finally break the news to Casey about his unborn child.
It was the first time that we went on vacation without Isa. The first time we didn't have to think about finding activities that would please a five-year-old little girl. Just the quietness of Tuscany and the warm temperatures that embraced our bodies bewitchingly as we enjoyed a break far from everything. The best of all was that Isa took it better than I thought. Maybe because she was too busy playing with TJ to really care.
As hesitant as I may have been about this week when Casey originally suggested it, I was itching to lose myself in Casey, to forget the world, to feel that warmth that spread throughout every limb of my body whenever he looked at me the way he always did whenever we were alone. I longed for the way I felt whenever I was around him. It was a state of mind that I still struggled to associate words to and constantly stumbled in my attempts at verbalizing it whenever he requested me to do so.
My own words echoed in my mind as I dutifully led Casey up a flight of stairs and down a corridor.
I abruptly stopped in front of a door and exclaimed, "This is ours!"
Casey pulled up onto his toes and lifted his arms in an attempt to avoid fully crashing into me. "Jane, a little warning next time," he hissed into my curls.
The warm breath against my scalp sent shivers down my spine as I busied myself with unlocking the door. I heard a thud behind me and soon felt Casey's body press up behind mine, a gentle hand at my hip pulling me back into his body. He couldn't resist, couldn't wait one more second. He buried his nose into the crook of my neck and inhaled sharply, his fingers gently pressing into my slender hip.
I gasped at the sudden expression of wanton desire Casey was exhibiting. My body melted into the blonde's as I momentarily forgot about opening the door. I reached out and splayed my hand against the door for purchase, my knees buckled beneath me as Casey's warm lips pressed against my exposed skin.
"Open the door," Casey husked into my ear.
I fumbled with the key and finally managed to open the door. Casey quickly reached down and picked up the bag he'd dropped to the floor moments ago and followed me into the room. Both him and I rid ourselves of our bags at the same time, a loud thud resonated into the room. Casey closed the door behind him with a kick of his foot. He wasted no time in shrugging off his jacket and discarding it on a nearby chair.
I looked over to Casey quickly before taking a peek around the room, a one-bedroom balcony suite with a living room, kitchen, and flowers on every flat surface.
I sauntered into the bathroom and a smile pulled at the corner of my lips as my eyes settled on the large double ended clawfoot bathtub. One of the main reasons I'd chosen this particular room. My ears picked up the sound of Casey padding about in the main room but that didn't stop me from turning on the tub faucets and running myself a bath. Within moments, Casey appeared in the doorframe and leaned against it casually as he crossed his arms over his stomach.
"I'm feeling awfully grubby after that long drive," I admitted innocently, keeping my eyes locked on Casey's. I noted the hunger in them and regardless of how many times I locked eyes with those sultry dark pools of Casey's that particular look made me feel exactly the same way as the first time I recognized what that look meant. Without breaking eye contact, I reached down and pulled my top above my head and allowed it to drop to the floor.
"Care to join me?"
Casey broke our eye contact, his eyes dropping to the swell of my breast and the delicious bra that enclosed them. I would never tire of the slow way Casey drank me in. It was as if he feared it may be the last time and needed to commit every inch of my body to memory. He didn't budge from the doorframe though and I noticed the way Casey's face twitched. He was fighting a smile as he said,
"Keep going."
I bit my lower lip as I shifted from one foot to the other.
"Why don't you finish for me?"
"I'd rather watch you do it."
I glanced inside the tub and saw that the tub was nowhere near full. I calmly unbuttoned my pants, bending slightly forward at the hip to push them down my legs. I caught Casey leaning forward from the doorframe to catch a look. I glanced up as I kicked my pants to the side and grinned at Casey.
"Like what you see?" I purred as I walked over to him.
I brought my arms around the man's shoulders and leaned forward onto the ball of my feet to press my lips to Casey's jaw.
"I needed this weekend... so badly. Thank you for convincing me," I mumbled as I placed another kiss, trailing my way to Casey's lips. I felt Casey's body relax as our lips brushed against each other. His arms uncrossed between our bodies and his hands rested against my bare sides, suddenly craving more. He ran his hands down my back, pressing me firmly against his body as he deepened the kiss. His tongue leisurely sought out mine; the kiss remained languid and exploratory as if it were our first time. I could easily lose myself in Casey, the way I felt under his touch, the manner in which my body reacted to his, the taste of his lips, and the soft delicate moans that would escape me whenever he ran his hands over my body.
I dragged my hands down Casey's front, pushing against his abdomen, feeling his toned muscles through his light t-shirt. As I slipped my hands under the front of his shirt and began running my fingers over every ridge and groove, Casey stepped forward, moving us towards the bathroom counter.
A surprised gasp pushed past my lips as I connected with the edge of the countertop. Casey wasted no time in reaching down, running his hands over my firm ass and briefly pulling me up and tightly against his own body before releasing me back down onto the counter. The cold marble against my thighs caused goosebumps to spread across my arms. I leaned back enough to pull Casey's shirt above his head, tossing it to the side. I ran my fingers delicately down his arms, my fingers gently wrapping around toned biceps.
"You planned this out, didn't you?" Casey asked teasingly, knowing all too well that when an idea entered my head, I would stop at nothing to witness its execution, regardless of what needed to be done for it to happen.
"No," I breathed in sharply as Casey leaned in and kissed my neck.
"Don't lie. It doesn't suit you," Casey asserted before nipping at my protruding collarbone.
His hands now rested on my knees and in a painfully slow fashion inched their way up my thighs. I opened my thighs more as I felt my back connect with the mirror. I heaved a sigh the moment Casey's lips began trailing down my front. His warm tongue dragged a wet trail along the top of my breasts just above the edge of the lace trim of my bra. My hands rested firmly on the back of Casey's shoulders, holding him close to me. My eyes drifted to the tub and I suddenly remembered something. I tapped Casey's shoulder,
"Casey... Casey, the bath. Add bubbles."
"Seriously, Jane?" he breathed deeply and extricated himself from me. His eyes quickly swept the bathroom before they landed on the bubble bath. He hurriedly added a generous amount to the tub as it neared being half full.
I gingerly sat up to the edge of the counter and crossed my legs watching Casey. When he returned to me, I pointed down to his pants. I remained silent but he knew what I wanted. He took a step back and I slid off the counter once the space in front of me was vacated by Casey. I reached out and grabbed the hem of Casey's pants, tugging forcefully.
"All right, maybe I did plan this out... only after you suggested the getaway," I admitted innocently. My fingers nimbly unbuttoned Casey's pants. He stepped out of the garment, ridding himself of his boxer shorts and stepped into the tub.
I slowly reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, allowing the straps to gently fall down my shoulders and down my arms. I discarded the delicate piece of clothing before hooking my fingers in my underwear and slowly slid them off. I relished the way Casey's eyes soaked me in. The way they would slowly slide down my form. I stepped into the tub and sank into the warm sudsy water. I turned off the faucet before delicately positioning myself between Casey's thighs, pressing my back against his chest and pulling his arms around my own frame.
I nestled myself into the other's body, and closed my eyes, allowing my head to lull back onto Casey's shoulder.
"Hmm..." I hummed as I rested my arms on his knees.
Casey pressed his cheek to the side of my forehead and breathed in deeply.
"You have the best ideas," he whispered, his fingers gingerly dancing across the top of my arms, leaving a trail of wet fingerprints across fair lightly freckled skin. I lightly tilted my head to the side and brushed my nose along the edge of Casey's jaw before placing light kisses to his neck.
"This is far better than what I could have imagined," I admitted.
Casey's left hand slid down my front and disappeared under a blanket of thick bubbles which had a soft note of warm musky vanilla to them. His fingers glided effortlessly over my breast, he palmed one, his fingers rolling over an already hardened nipple before doing the same to the other breast. I pressed back into Casey's body sending a ripple across the water and causing the bubbles to dance across its surface. I licked my lips and breathed in a shaky breath as Casey's hand continued down its path. I shifted a little, lifting my arm to allow Casey to slide it beneath it instead of attempting to reach over my shoulder. Casey quickly caught on to what I was doing and slipped his arm under mine. His hand resumed its path, and soon found its final destination.
"You're so gentle when you want to be," I spoke barely above a whisper, my fingers gently gripping the top of Casey's thigh.
He dipped his head and gently grazed his lips along my shoulder.
"Only with you," he replied, his free arm gently wrapped around my front, bracing me against his body.
"I wish that weren't always the case," I admitted as I kept my eyes closed and my head against Casey's shoulder.
Casey slowly pushed his fingers into my slick folds. Despite being submerged in the tub, he could tell the difference from the lubrication the tub offered and that of my arousal. The warmth pooling around his fingers a comforting feeling as he slowly began to rub circles. The change in my breathing, my almost silent pants and my moans funneled directly into his ear. My hips lifted into Casey's touch and I was thankful for his arm holding me firmly down, anchoring me in place. I heard the water hit the edges of the tub as our bodies moved under the water. Casey's fingers worked the bundle of tender swollen nerves sending bursts of energy surging through my body all the way to the tips of my toes and fingers. I reached up, gripping onto his arm across my chest as I maneuvered my other hand behind me and down between his legs. It was an awkward position but whenever I bucked into Casey's hand, it added pressure to his own manual movements.
"Fuck, Jane!" Casey grunted, throwing his head back as I wrapped my palm around his life root and began caressing and stroking it around in my palm.
His hand slipped down my front and gently grasped onto one of my breast as I pressed back into the tub.
"Casey..." I managed to say between moans as I felt my orgasm build up deep within my core. The surge caused me to momentarily stiffen as the waves of pleasure washed over my body like the gentle waves of the water splashed against our bodies. My thighs clamped closed down on Casey's hand as my climax subsided. Once I regained control of my limbs, I made quick work of bringing Casey to his peak as well. I carefully extricated myself from Casey's limbs and allowed myself to comfortably settle back against his form. Casey wrapped his arms around me and softly nuzzled his face into my neck.
"Thank you," he intimated, his breathing slowly stabilizing itself. In only a few short moments, our breathings were synchronized and I was certain he could feel my heart beat against my back.
"What for?" I asked curiously, my fingers tracing patterns in the bubbles in front of me.
"Everything... you saved me when I was drowning," Casey admitted.
The sentiments in his voice made me wish that I could turn to face him, to look into his eyes and see as well as hear the emotion coming from him. Then again, if I could see him, I believed that Casey wouldn't be so candid, so open. I softly smiled before conceding,
"And yet, you saved me too."