The Sauna Part 105

“Trish, baby, I’m home” I heard Jon’s voice say more clearly now and I smiled.

Jon grinned as he picked up the book in my lap and laid it aside, leaning against me and kissing me harder as he realized I was still asleep. His tongue crept stealthily between my lips and I opened my eyes, still muddled with sleep, to see his shaggy blond head nestled against mine.

“Jon! You’re home!” I said with a start, realizing it wasn’t a dream.

“Yeah, babe, I’ve been trying to tell you that” he chuckled wickedly.

“I must have fallen asleep” I said, still trying to gather my wits.

“Lady, you’ve got to be more careful, falling asleep like that with the back door unlocked. I could have been a stranger … but then again, I should be grateful. After all, it’s almost how we met, remember?” he asked, grinning at the memory.

“I should know better than to close my eyes when I’m sleepy. I never know what to expect when I wake up, what with …” I began, but he silenced me with another kiss.

“Opportunistic characters like me lurking about, heh?” he finished my thought, the familiar smirk shaping his features.

“Yes, exactly, and I thank the Goddess for that” I smirked back.

“Indeed” he said, his voice husky with desire as he leaned in, kissing me harder.

I felt the familiar tingling in my loins as his tongue delved again into my mouth and he pushed me back against the cushions. I could smell the leather of his jacket as his mouth covered mine and my hands wound their way into his silky mane of hair. His tongue became more insistent, probing deeper, and I slid my hands down his chest, inside his jacket, as I pushed it off his shoulders, never breaking the kiss. He shrugged it off and it fell to the floor as he climbed on top of me, pinning me beneath him.

His hands moved purposely beneath my shirt, raising it up to expose my breasts, aching to feel his lips. I arched my back instinctively and he lowered his head, taking a stiff nipple between his lips and I groaned with pleasure. He nipped gently at the firm flesh and I felt electrified, desperate now to have him inside me.

I fumbled with the button on his jeans and unzipped him, freeing his erection into my greedy hands. Jon grunted as my fingers fondled his flesh and stood up roughly, tearing away from me. He pushed his jeans over his hips and stepped out of them, his eyes fastened on mine.

“Take off those clothes” he commanded and I obeyed, yanking my shirt over my head as he pulled off my skirt, unable to wait for me to get that far.

He sat beside me on the couch, and drove his fingers inside my slick folds and smiled. I spread my legs invitingly as I reached for his cock, and my eyelids fluttered slightly as I wrapped my fingers around his turgid length, pulling him closer.

Jon was at the end of his tether now as he lowered himself onto me and I guided his pulsing member into my waiting pussy. He drove it home hard, making me gasp, as I felt him slide deep inside. He covered my mouth with his, taking my face in his hands.

I tore at his shirt, sending a spray of buttons flying into the air, as I ripped it open, needing to feel every inch of his flesh against mine. He crushed me to him, catching my wrists with his hands as my hips thrust against his, my fingers kneading the air as he growled.

“You drive me crazy, baby” he groaned, ramming me again.

I felt myself explode at the sound of his voice and he tightened his grip as I writhed beneath him, losing all control as my orgasm ripped through me. He ground his hips harder and faster, as my spasms pulled him over the edge and he came, breathing raggedly.

I felt his hot seed flooding my insides as he loosened his grip on my wrists. I grinned triumphantly, loving the fact that I could drive him almost as wild as he made me. He raised his head and smiled down at me, panting, as he spoke between ragged gasps.

“I hope you’re satisfied, my little witch” he chuckled.

“You have no idea how much I missed you … and Lil’ Jon” I purred, relaxing against him now.

“I’m beginning to get that now, baby” he said contentedly as he collapsed his head on my chest and I stroked his back, covered with the sweat-soaked shirt I had tried to remove.

“Guess I owe you a new shirt, huh?” I giggled.

“I think you paid for it already” he said, reaching down on the floor and producing my skirt in his hand.

I took it from him and examined it, realizing it too was missing several buttons from the waistband. I laughed then as I tossed it back on the floor.

“I guess we’re even after all” I said, shaking my head.

Jon shivered then as it had grown cold, the fire having died some time ago and the dampness from our sweat causing the chill. I pushed him up and off me, somewhat reluctantly, but not wanting him to catch a cold.

“Let’s go to bed, baby. It’s getting too cold to stay here. We can clean up the mess in the morning” I suggested.

Jon heaved himself up with a groan and stood amid the pile of wrecked clothing and blankets which had fallen to the floor beside the couch. He gave me his hand and pulled me up, catching me in his arms.

“I’m so glad to be back here” he whispered softly in my hair.

“Welcome home, my love” I replied and we headed towards the bedroom, exhausted, but very satisfied indeed.