A Man of Service A John Wick Fanfic

Chapter 19

T/W – adult situations, smut, drinking, swearing

As John squeezed the relaxing water from the sponge over her chest, Kate purred against him and ran her petite hands down his long arms in broad sweeps. Her breaths were deep and slow and her eyes closed in sheer bliss.

"This is it, isn't it?" she asked, her voice soft and melodic.

"What?" John asked.

"Real love," she answered as if a question.

He handed her a champagne glass and took a sip from his. "Yes," he responded assuredly. "I believe it is."

"Why us? Why now?"

He gave a soft laugh. "I don't know. Planets aligned, I guess and sometimes you just get fucking lucky. It's not like we travelled in the same circles so I suppose it was just a chance moment, a quick blip on the radar screen, a random point on a graph that neither one of us could let go of. Our chances of ending up in this bath, the comfort of your body against mine, are astronomical."

"Or," Kate turned and kissed his bearded cheek. "It was pixie dust."

"Well," he nodded. "There's always that."

After a long silence as they drank their champagne, Kate asked, "And what are the chances we will be like this again in Chicago?"

"I'll come back to you Katie. I'll come back. I promise."

The softly scented bathwater began to turn cool as John stood up and stepped out. Kate admired his lithe and agile body as he walked across the room, the water droplets glistening on his nakedness in the waning candlelight. She supposed that years of training built those muscles but in reality, all she wanted to do was touch him, run her hands firmly but gently from his shoulders, down his backside to his long, toned legs.

Kate stood up as he toweled himself off and approached her with another fluffy, thick, cream colored towel. He smiled as he extended his hand to help her balance as she got out of the tub. She stood motionless, looking into his yearning, hungry, dark eyes and moaned as he dried her off, slowly and sensually. When the towel came between her legs, she gasped and clutched his shoulders.

The towels remained on the floor as John led her to the bedroom, the comforter already pulled back to reveal blue, downy, plush cotton sheets. Smiling broadly, he laid down first and Kate followed, her body easily fitting on top of his. John's hands went up into her beautiful amber hair and led her face down to meet his open, needy mouth, then drifted around her to her lower back that he pressed into himself.

They kissed as if this was the last time they would see each other, long, deep, passionate kisses between 2 lovers who meshed like they had always been together. Kate propped herself up on her arms and looked into his face, flushed with anticipation.

"I need you inside me," she exhaled, her voice deep and eager. "I need you John."

"I need you, baby," he responded as he began to slide himself under her until his mouth lay directly underneath her.

Kate kneeled over him and feathered her hands through the top of his hair. She felt his hands gently grip her backside as he lowered her over his mouth. When his tongue touched her clitoris, she gasped and began to move her hips in synch with him in tiny, grinding circles, sending her to excitement she'd never known.

Her body was electrified, her breathing in shallow, tight inhales and exhales, nothing registered except John's tongue pleasing her until she begged him not to stop. She begged him again as her hand gripped his hair and her head went backwards, her body suddenly frozen as John's tongue continued in quick, plunging circles around her.

Kate suddenly spasmed, bending her body in two as she sucked in air as though she had been starving for it. John didn't stop what he was doing as she jerked and shuddered over him, over and over, calling out his name, her hand still wrapped around his hair.

She felt like she'd never stop spasming until totally spent, she collapsed on all fours while John eased himself up until he could see her face. Kate's cheeks glowed a rosy red and her breathing was in quick little inhales as she smiled at him, finally letting go of his hair. She laughed as it stood up like a dark brown telephone pole and used her hands to smooth it back down.

"That's a hot look for you...," she giggled, still trying to get his hair to settle. "And by the way, what the hell did you just do to me?"

He gave her a knowing smile as he laid his head back down on the pillow. "Anything for you, Katie. Anything."

"Anything for you, John," she repeated, laying her cheek next to his. "Anything."

"Hmmm," he murmured as she began kissing his neck, her hands stroking his chest.

"What do you want me to do?" she purred into his ear. "Tell me what you want..."

"I want you..."

"Hm humm," she agreed slyly. "But what do you want me to do? Anything for you, John, anything."

He opened his eyes and looked at Kate, the hunger for her written on his face.

"Taste me," he moaned, his head laying back down. "Taste me and put your mouth around me until I can't stand it anymore."

"Mmmm," she agreed and began kissing his body as she made her way down to his groin. Her tongue tasted him all around his aching erection until finally she took him completely and deeply.

A long groan of pleasure came from the back of John's throat as his hips arched up towards her. Kate started an up and down motion then ran her tongue up his shaft and around the tip. She teased him with her mouth until he began moving his hips against her, then withdrew from her lips.

"C'mere," John urged her as he helped her straddle him and ease inside her.

They smiled at each other as they came together, feeling the consummation of their emotions as Kate's body rose and fell against him, slowly at first then faster and faster as they came to a natural conclusion. John slipped his thumb underneath her and finding her clitoris, urged her orgasm as he felt himself get closer and closer to letting go.

They found their rhythm together, John's hips meeting her up and down movements as their breath quickened and light perspiration appeared on their chests. Kate's abdomen became tight feeling the motion of his thumb and the bucking of his hips inside her. She wanted to keep him inside her, but she knew she was going to orgasm again.

"John," she exhaled. "I'm going to...."

Kate never finished her sentence as her head went backwards and her body ground against him as she jerked and spasmed. John felt the muscles inside her fold around him and he increased his movements until he inhaled deeply and sunk lower in the bed. With a sudden burst he thrust his erection into her and erratically bucked his hips until he released inside the warmth and acceptance of her.

Their bodies, spent, depleted, came together as John sat up to kiss her. Smiling and running his hands through her hair, he kissed her again and laid his forehead against hers. Kate softly laughed and lifted her face to kiss his nose and then returned to touch his forehead.

Finally, he slipped his penis from inside her and led her to curl up beside him, her head on his shoulder. John wrapped the blanket around them and they both drew in a relaxed sigh.