Heat Wave

"God I hate this city in the heat," said Claire as she and Jack descended the stairs in front of the criminal courts building. "And the office, though cooled, is never quite cool enough."

Jack glanced down at his watch. It was just pass 2 pm. "We don't have anything pressing to attend to. When we get back to the office, if nothing has come up, I don't see any reason why the future newlyweds shouldn't take the rest of the day."

"And do what?" she asked, feigning ignorance.

He looked her up and down, making sure she saw him do it. "Work on cooling off...." he said, and winked at her.

"Oh," she laughed, "THAT will only make us hotter. And then we'll sweat more."

Near her ear, he said, loud enough so that only she could hear him, "I like you hot and sweaty."

"We'll just have to turn the air conditioner up really high to compensate."

"I'm marrying a genius!"

They both laughed.

To their delight, there was no new business that required their immediate attention when they returned to the DA's office. Jack popped into Adam's office to let him know that he and Claire would be knocking off early.

"Enjoy your weekend," Adam said.

"Thank you Adam. You too," said Jack. "I'm sure we will."

"I don't doubt it," thought Adam to himself. He had been against the relationship at first, believing it would end badly as had Jack's previous affairs with his assistants. But Jack and Claire had proven themselves capable of leaving their relationship at home, even when they were having trouble. Theirs' was a true partnership, in every sense of the word.

"All set?" asked Jack when he met Claire back at her cubicle.

Claire nodded. "Let's go."

A short time later, they arrived at the building which housed the condo Claire's grandmother had left her several years earlier. They had decided to live at Claire's once they were married because it was bigger than Jack's old apartment, and it was already paid for.

Upon entering the building, they ran into the building superintendent.

"Hello Bill," Claire chirped cheerfully.

"Hello, Ms. Kincaid, Mr. McCoy," he replied. "Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but the cooling system is on the fritz again."

"Oh, no, you're joking?" said Claire. "In this heat?"

"I'm sorry," he replied.

"When will it be fixed?" asked Jack.

"Well, this time of year it takes a few days for the repairmen to fit us in," he explained. "They'll be here Monday morning. I was just heading down into the basement to get fans for everyone, like last time. I'll be up in a while with yours."

"Thanks, Bill," said Claire.

In the elevator, Jack asked, "Does this happen often?"

"Every year, right in the middle of the heat wave," she replied.

"Great! NOW she tells me! I can see why you usually go on vacation in August."

"But not this year," she said leaning into him, "This year Claire's vacation has to wait until September because that's when Jack insisted on getting married. And you can't go on your honeymoon before you're married."

"That's right," he chuckled, and bent down to kiss the top of her head.

They entered their home, Claire removed her shoes, and headed for the kitchen, calling behind her, "Want some iced tea?"

"Hell yes," he called after her.

When she emerged from the kitchen Jack was sitting on the sofa. He had taken off his suit coat, tie, socks and shoes, and had unbuttoned the first 2 buttons of his white shirt. Claire handed him a large glass of iced tea and sat next to him.

After a long drink of the ice-cold beverage, Jack said, "God it's hot in here.

Claire stood, and took his glass from him. Setting both glasses on the coffee table, she turned back to Jack, and held out her hand.

His eyebrow shot up as he reached for her hand and stood.

"C'mon," she said, "I have an idea."

Holding his hand, she led him down the hall into their bedroom, and on through into the master bath. She opened the door of the shower and turned on the water, adjusting the knob to make the water the perfect temperature to relieve some of the heat.

She dropped Jack's hand and began to peel her damp clothes from her body. She felt sticky, and craved the relief the tepid water would bring her.

Jack stood mesmerized as she removed her clothing. He loved to watch her undress. It excited him. His excitement grew as more and more of her skin was revealed. When her clothes lay in a pile around her feet, she moved closer to Jack and began to unbutton his shirt, which, like hers, was damp. The slightly pungent smell of him aroused her, as did his nearness, and the heat radiating from his body. When his shirt joined her clothing on the floor, he pulled her to him, feeling her body mould against his own, loving the feeling of her soft breasts crushed against his hardened chest.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he lowered his mouth to hers. He smoothed his hands over her back as she opened her mouth to him, and thrust her tongue out to tangle with his. He lowered his hands to her hips for a few moments, and she reached down to remove his belt, slacks, and boxer shorts.

Wrapping his arms around her, he bent down a little, lifted her slightly, and carried her into the shower, pulling the door shut once he had set her down. She stepped directly into the lukewarm stream of water, and sighed contentedly.

"Mmmmm, perfect," she said, and then he was right there next to her.

She turned him into the stream, and he too was happy with how pleasant it felt. He lifted her again, so that her lips were just a little higher than his. She brought her hands up to his face, and kissed him provocatively, sliding her tongue into his mouth and playing a game of cat and mouse with his.

Jack groaned softly, and turned Claire back into the stream of water. They kissed thoroughly for several long moments before he set her down and pulled her slightly out of the water. Slicking her hair back, he took her face in his large hands and lightly brushed his lips over her forehead, eyelids, cheeks, nose, and chin. He covered her entire face in tiny kisses, avoiding only her mouth, before lowering his lips to the vein he could see pulsating at the base of her throat. The skin there still smelled of her perfume, but was salty to the taste from her perspiration.

Claire sighed and began to stroke his back and shoulders. Jack brought his hands up to cup her breasts, and he began to rub the already taut peaks of them with his thumbs. He shifted his hands to gently pinch her hardened nipples and was rewarded when a soft groan escaped her. Raising his head, he captured her lips in a kiss fraught with abandon. They held nothing back from each other, and it was as if they were making love to one another with their mouths.

Claire could feel her desire for him growing more demanding by the moment. No matter how often they made love (which was very often, indeed), her desire for him never slackened. In fact, much to her delight and his, she found that each time they made love she wanted him more than she had the previous time.

Suddenly, she grew fierce in her hunger for him, and shoved him back against the cold tile of the shower wall. She wanted to ravish him, and it caught her a little off guard, but her need for him at the moment outweighed the urge to reign herself in. She kissed him, violently, wanting to convey to him her overwhelming longing for fulfillment. She wanted to drive him mad with desire for her, as she was for him: to force him to take her there, to pick her up, press her against the wall, and shove himself into her, driving her to heights of ecstasy she had only ever experienced with him.

Jack was a little astonished by her behavior. The depth of her passion was a source of constant amazement to him, for it seemed bottomless. Her mouth pulled at his. She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth an lightly bit it. Her hands were everywhere on him, seeking, finding, stroking. She tugged gently on his engorged member and said, "Now, Jack."

Jack lost all restraint. Lifting her, he turned her back to the wall. She wrapped her legs around him, and he kissed her hard, sucking the breath from her. Holding her with one arm, he slipped a hand between them too caress her inflamed womanly softness with his hand. She moaned into his lips as he slowly slid a finger inside her She moaned louder as he withdrew the digit and inserted it again, repeating this pattern until she was whimpering for more.

"Tell me, Claire," he said through gritted teeth. It was taking every ounce of control he had to keep from moving forward.

"I want..." she panted.

"What?"

"I...want...."

"What...what do you want?" he asked again, his mouth mere millimeters from hers.

"I want...you."

"Tell me what you want me to do," was his soft command as he increased the pace of his hand on her.

Insensible now to anything but the need to feel him hot and hard inside her, she cried, "Put it in me, Jack....I want to feel you inside me."

He withdrew his hand from her and guided his fully erect penis to the entry of her female passage. "Is this what you want?"

"God yes!" she half sobbed, and at long last, he gave her exactly what she wanted.

With one swift thrust, he penetrated her completely, and she cried out at the sudden force of his invasion. For a moment he was worried he had hurt her, and moved to withdraw, but she tightened her arms and legs about him, and pulled him close. After a moment, he began to move slowly inside her but she was too inflamed with desire to allow him to be gentle.

"Not slow..." she gasped, digging her nails into the flesh of his shoulders "not now."

Her need fed his own, and he began to plunge quickly in and out of her. Over and over he slid in and out of her, deeper, faster and harder with each thrust. His quick, powerful thrusts sent her spiraling over the edge into an abyss of pleasure, and she practically screamed his name as the climax wracked her body. With a final, deep thrust, and a loud groan, he poured his hot tribute into her. She unwrapped her legs, and Jack lowered her feet the wet floor.

"My god," he sighed in appreciation.

"I don't know what came over me," she said when she finally caught her breath.

"I do," he said.

"What?"

"Me," he replied with a satisfied grin. He looked like a well-fed cat.

"Oh, you!" she exclaimed, thumping him lightly on the chest.

She pulled him back into the stream of water and grabbed the bar of soap.

When they had thoroughly "cleansed" each other, Claire turned off the water and opened the shower door. They stepped out of the shower, and went to work drying each other off. Once dried, Claire slipped into a short satin robe, and Jack pulled on a pair of jeans. They went back into the living room to wait for Bill the super to return with the fan.

In the humid heat of a New York August, it didn't take very long for the relief the cool shower had afforded them to wear off. Claire was refreshing their iced-tea when Bill brought them the fan. Jack set it up in the living room.

Claire returned with the tea and a bowl full of ice, and sat Indian-style on the floor near the fan. "Come lay down," she said to Jack, patting the rug in front of her.

Wordlessly, he complied. When he was settled, with his arms acting ass a cushion under his head, she said, "Close your eyes."

His eyebrows shot up.

"Just do it," she said, laughing.

He did.

After a moment, he felt something icy cold on his chest. He opened his eyes. Claire was leaning over him, holding an ice cube, tracing his chest. His back arched slightly when she ran it over his nipples. The heat radiating from his body melted the cube in no time at all, and Claire bent further over him, bracing herself with a hand on either side of him, to lap up the droplets of water it left behind with her tongue. Her tongue against his skin felt exquisite, and he longed to give her the same sort of pleasure. He tugged at the sash of her robe and the satin garment fell open, exposing her to him. Her breasts were inches from his face, and unable to resist the enticing, rosy peaks he lifted his head and began to suckle on her nipples, and alternately, nip at the swelling flesh of her bosom.

Picking up another piece of ice, Claire began to trace his abdomen, soaking up the water with her tongue as she went. When that cube, too, was melted, she reached out with her hands to undo the fly of his Levi's. He lifted his hips so she could push them down. Not bothering to remove them completely, she left the waist of his jeans around his thighs revealing his only semi-erect organ, then sat back to shrug the robe from her shoulders.

She leaned over him again and took his growing erection in her hand before lowering her head to trace the tip with her tongue. He grew stiffer still as she took him into her mouth.

Her knees were resting on either side of his head, and he was looking up at her womanly cleft. She was beautiful, even there. He brought his hands up to stroke the soft, smooth skin of her inner thighs. Exposing her core with his fingers, he raised his head to stroke her sex with his silken tongue.

She continued loving him with her mouth as he hardened more and more. The sensation brought on by him slipping his tongue inside her was blindingly pleasurable, and she stopped the motions of her mouth on him for a few sweet moments to enjoy the thrill he brought her.

When she resumed her part of the passionate embrace, she moved her hand from the base of his hard shaft to lightly toy with his testicles.

Jack groaned, and increased the pace of his tongue on her while rubbing her swollen jewel with his thumb. In a short time, the dual sensation of his mouth and hand brought Claire to a swift, shuddering release.

Before Jack could reach his own climax, and while Claire's body still trembled with hers, he stopped her. She knelt back upon he knees, and he sat up and finished removing his jeans. Turning toward her, he rose to his knees.

On their knees facing one another, they began a slow, passionate kiss while their hands roamed over each other's warm, once again slick bodies. Jack reached for the bowl off ice, retrieved a cube, and began to trace her skin with it, as she had done to him. After a few moments, he moved behind her, and traced her spine.

Soon, all the ice that had not already melted from the heat was gone. Jack pushed her hair aside and kissed her long, elegant neck. Turning her head slightly toward him, he nibbled on her ear for a moment before whispering, "Lean forward on your hands."

She did so, and he leaned over her, nipping at the back of her neck while stroking her still-damp hair. The cool breeze from the fan felt wonderful on their skin.

Resting his hands on her hips, he pressed forward and slid into her with ease, groaning as he found himself embedded within her tight sheath to the hilt. He pumped slowly in and out of her for a few moments, and she thrust back at him. He leaned down to once again lavish her neck with kisses, and she began to thrust back at him with ever-increasing speed.

He reached beneath her to fondle her breasts as he strained to match her pace. She moaned loudly as his hands first squeezed her breasts and then his fingers began to play maddeningly with her stiff, aching nipples. One of his hands left her breasts, stroked down her torso, and slid between her thighs to rub quick circles over her buzzing love-button. They moved together for several blissful moments before Claire cried out. In the midst of her third climax of the afternoon, Jack pulled himself out of her, rolled her to her back, and covered her slender frame with his larger one, before entering her again. She was still coming when he slid into her, and continued to do so as he thrust in and out of her with wild abandon. His world came apart as he thrust deep and hard, over and over again, uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the passion they shared.

She drew him down for a long, wet, open-mouthed kiss, that was just as wild and uncontrolled as he. Their passion escalated one another, until neither could draw a rational thought With one last thrust, Jack shouted his release, as Claire shuddered with another, too caught up by the intensity of it to make a sound.

It took a long time for their breathing to return to normal after their bout of passion had ended. He rolled away from her and pulled her into his arms. They were both fairly exhausted, and, warmed by the heat outside as well as the heat of their love, they fell asleep there on the floor, in each others' arms.