The Sauna Part 152

We’d finished unpacking and I had gradually introduced the cats to the other rooms of the house. No one had ventured upstairs yet, but Zeke was preparing to investigate as he tentatively crept up the stairs. I had shut all the doors in an attempt to decrease the territory he needed to explore and Jon was making the second pot of coffee and beginning to think about dinner.

“How about ordering a pizza? And maybe some antipasto?” I suggested as there was no food in the house and I didn’t feel much like cooking anyway.

“Sounds good” he agreed and dialed the number while I rummaged through the pantry looking for wine.

“Over here, babe” he called, opening a cupboard I couldn’t reach.

“Red?” I asked hopefully as he handed me a bottle.

“Of course” he smiled.

Jon opened the wine while I got us a couple of glasses and set out some dishes. I had moved the cat’s food and water out into the kitchen and Eddie was munching happily near my feet. Beowulf hadn’t left the bedroom yet, but was now watching warily from the doorway and Jon took her a handful of food and sprinkled it at her feet. She immediately began to eat and was obviously hungry after her ordeal.

“I know, old girl. I’m hungry too” he said tenderly.

I felt the tears brimming in my eyes as I watched the touching scene in front of me and I marveled at how gentle Jon could be at times. He was a genuinely kind-hearted soul and despite his occasional piques of temper, he was basically a softy by nature. He had somehow bonded with the old cat and I guessed she had provoked his protective instinct. I noticed he tended to defend her when there was a skirmish; he never blamed her for the fights that occasionally erupted even though she was usually the instigator.

I was glad as she needed special attention and I was closest to the boys myself. I lost patience with her more often and I knew that I tended to favor the boys, especially Eddie. Jon had pointed out on many occasions that Eddie was at fault, but in my eyes he could do no wrong. Perhaps it was the male-female thing as we tended to be more forgiving towards the opposite sex.

“Beowulf is lucky to have your affection and so am I” I said as I slipped my arms around him.

“I’ve got a soft spot for women, no matter what their age” he grinned sheepishly.

I kissed him deeply, my desire sparked by the love and respect I felt for him rather intensely at that moment. He responded with his growing erection and had it not been for his stomach growling loudly right then we’d likely have ended up making love on the kitchen floor. But dinner would be arriving shortly, as Jon’s tummy reminded us.

“Later, lady” he purred as he squeezed my ass in promise.

The food arrived shortly after and I was hungry now too, having eaten little at lunchtime. The earlier tension had dampened my appetite and I dug in now, especially enjoying the antipasto. It wasn’t something I’d eaten a lot of before, but since Jon had introduced me to it, I’d developed quite a fancy for it.

Jon took possession of the pizza and we traded, sharing our favorites with each other. The wine hit the spot after a trying day, but I always wanted my coffee after dinner. It was late in the evening and we were both feeling mellow, so we decided that it was the perfect opportunity to go and test out the hot tub. I had seen it earlier when I was closing doors upstairs and the thought had been in the back of my mind ever since.

The new hot tub was gorgeous and fit right in where the garden tub had been. The only difference was that it was deeper and they had built a cedar platform in which it sat, creating a sort of deck that was nearly level with the french windows that opened onto the hill. In summer, it would be truly amazing to soak there with the windows opening onto such a beautiful and private view. It was dark now and tonight we drew the curtains closed and lit candles while we waited for it to fill.

Jon stripped off his clothes and stepped in, turning to watch as I undressed. I could feel his eyes on me as I pulled my shirt over my head and the obvious appreciation in his eyes as I finished disrobing. He held out his hand and I took it as he escorted me into the tub. I felt like a maiden being led astray by a satyr, but my thoughts were far from being pure.

“C’mere” Jon purred in a silky voice, but I needed no prompting.

I walked into his waiting arms and he folded me to him as our lips met, continuing the kiss we’d begun earlier. He took my lower lip in his mouth, lightly running the tip of his tongue across the inner surface before gently pulling it between his own. His hands smoothed my hair away from my face as he brushed his cheek against mine, closing his eyes as he nuzzled against me.

I felt myself slowly melting even before we lowered ourselves into the steaming water. The stiffened tips of my nipples grazed his chest, arousing me further as his fur tickled my sensitive skin. I ran my fingers through his blond mane, the silky strands slipping between them as I sighed. Jon guided me towards the side of the tub and I leaned back against it.

He covered my mouth with his own, our tongues meeting in a deeper, yet delicate kiss. I trailed my fingers lightly down his arms, thrilling at the touch of his well-defined biceps as I continued to trace my way downward across his forearms. Our hands met and we twined our fingers together as his soft lips traveled down my throat.

I buried my face in his hair, inhaling the scent of the man I desired with every fiber of my being. Jon held my hands as he took my nipple in his mouth, his teeth scraping against my pouting flesh as his tongue teased the tender tip. I closed my eyes, intoxicated, as he continued to savor my breast like a delicacy.

My fingers curled in his hands, twitching involuntarily as my need for him grew by the moment. Jon was the most skilled lover I had ever known, but tonight he outdid himself. He kept the pace deliberately slow, building my desire until I literally ached to feel him inside me. I came close to an orgasm several times before he even touched my swollen clit and I exploded immediately when his cock slid across it as he entered me.

I gripped him with the force of my contractions, pulling him deeper inside me as I came violently against him. He held himself still, absorbing the waves as I flooded him with my juices. He began to thrust inside me, gradually building me back to another peak and I came again, softly moaning his name as I did.

He released my hands and pulled me onto his lap as he shifted in the bubbling water, positioning himself with his back against the side of the tub this time. He kissed my shoulder as he ground his hips into me in a gentle rocking motion, his own climax approaching. My fingers tangled in his hair as I pulled his head back and nipped at his mouth and he kissed me hard on the lips.

“Baby, oh sweet mother of …” he groaned loudly, his breath hot in my ear.

Jon’s seed gushed forth like a tidal wave, filling me with liquid heat as he came. I gripped his arms to steady myself as the steaming water swirled around me and I lost myself in his embrace. We clung to each other as I felt the last of his milky cream drain into me, bathing me with its warmth. Jon smiled, his eyes alight with laughter as I grinned back, trying to catch my breath.

“Oh, baby, that was amazing” I crooned, smoothing the damp hair from his face.

“Yeah, I really needed that” Jon agreed.

I looked over his shoulder then as I caught sight of Floyd who was sitting perfectly still, like a sphinx. His icy stare clearly demonstrated his disapproval.

“We’re being watched” I whispered to Jon.

“Should I be sleeping with one eye open tonight?” he asked, turning his head.

“I’d watch my back if I were you-he does have a temper” I warned.

“I remember-I have the scars to prove it” he chuckled, recalling Floyd’s previous attack.

“Let’s go to bed, love” I suggested with a yawn.

The pulsing hot water and deeply satisfying sex had relaxed me quite a bit and I was suddenly very sleepy. Jon nodded and we began to get ready for bed when he remembered he’d wanted to call the kids and let them know he was home. He was anxious to see them, but it was a school night and he decided to wait until tomorrow as it was getting late and the youngest ones would be getting ready for bed.

We walked downstairs in our robes and shut off the lights, turning off the coffee we’d made and forgotten to drink. I had moved the litter box to a more permanent location, away from the bedroom, after the cats had gotten more familiar with the house and Jon was relieved. We refilled their supplies and headed for bed, arm in arm.