TWENTY-FOUR

A purr of approval rumbled deep in Cate’s throat.  Knowing he had her, Jon grinned and nuzzled against her ear.  His warm breath on her skin made Cate quiver again.

“But this door doesn’t lock,” she pointed out.

“So?  Nobody’s gonna come in here.  There’s plenty of booze out at the party.”   Jon’s fingers adeptly slipped the button on Cate’s blouse through its hole, then moved downward to the next one.  He pulled her earlobe lightly between his teeth, making her gasp.

“And… there’s a kitchen full of people… about a… hundred feet away.”  Cate’s weak protest was a breathy murmur.  “They could hear us.”

“So don’t scream so loud.”  Jon nipped a little harder at her ear as the corners of his mouth curved with his wicked reply.  He undid a second button and slipped his hand inside her blouse.  Cate whimpered as Jon’s fingers tunneled into the curved cup of her bra, the calluses on their tips gently abrading her warm flesh.

“But…”

Jon released Cate’s ear from his teeth with a gentle pull, then raised his head.  His eyes locked with hers in a smoldering glare of want.  Jon smirked devilishly, seeing her answer in the swirling midnight pools.  His reply came in the soft, honey-whiskey croon she couldn’t deny. 

“You’re right, Baby.  It is dangerous.  We could get caught.” 

Jon’s fingertips closed around Cate’s nipple, making her squeak.  He ground his hips against hers, letting loose his own husky gasp of arousal at the welcome pressure on his full-on erection.   Jon felt Cate’s knees slip a little further apart, straining the seams of her form-fitting skirt.

“Uhhh…. Uh huh…”  Cate gasped out her agreement just before her mouth closed over Jon’s.  He chuckled throatily as her tongue pushed past his teeth and wound around his. 

Curving his body away from hers, Jon withdrew his hand from Cate’s breast and returned it to meet the other at her middle.  He fumbled to unfasten the last two buttons of her blouse as they shared the heated kiss.  When her blouse slipped open Jon slid his palms around Cate’s waist, bracketing her sides.  His knuckles, shielded by the deep blue satin, rubbed against the sides of the ladder.

“Mmmm… Jonny….” Cate cooed as she slid her hands from his back.  Mirroring his motions, she quickly worked the buttons of her lover’s dress shirt, opening the halves to expose his hard, warm chest.  Without missing a beat Cate’s fingers moved to Jon’s waist, popping the button through the hole and tugging down his zipper.

Jon sucked in a sharp breath as Cate’s hand tunneled into his fly, her palm curving over his rigid shaft.  “Fuck, Baby…” he swore delightedly, then growled a chuckle.  “Throwing caution to the wind, huh?” 

Cate shrugged and gave him a conspiratorial smirk.  “Sometimes a little danger’s a turn-on.”  She gave Jon’s cock a firm squeeze before pulling her hand away and trailing a burgundy-tipped nail up his midline to his chest.  Cate’s eyes dropped to her fingers as they toyed with the silver charms nested in the soft fur between his pecs.

“Yeah, I know,”  Jon chortled evilly.  “Didn’t take me long to uncover that dirty little secret of yours.”  His hands glided down the curve of Cate’s waist to her hips, over the sleek high waist of her skirt.  “Speaking of uncovering secrets…”

It was Cate’s turn to inhale sharply as she felt Jon’s fingers curl against her hips, scrunching the side seams of her skirt between them.  His fingertips drummed against the tops of her thighs as Jon gathered the wool crepe into his hands, inching her skirt higher and higher. 

When the hem cleared the top of her stockings, exposing bare flesh, Jon groaned.   He couldn’t resist dropping his gaze to take in the sexy sight.  There was that sensual contrast, of smoky sheer against creamy, firm flesh.  Jon’s cock surged, recognizing what it sought lay just inches above the titillating strip of flesh and lace.   

Jon raised his gleaming indigo eyes back to Cate’s as a sexy smirk stretched his lips.  “What’s she wearing tonight?” he wondered in a throaty croon.  “Satin? Lace? Or….”  The fingertips of Jon’s right hand slowly trailed along the top of Cate’s stocking, barely brushing her flesh. “…Nothing at all?”

“Mmmm…  Why don’t you find out?”  Cate’s invitation was a coy purr.  She smirked back at Jon as he held her gaze while his fingertips inched up her thigh, under the bunched swath of her skirt.

“Oooooh….” Jon growled his delight at the amount of bare flesh his touch traversed, crossing Cate’s hip.  “Whatever it is… it ain’t much.”

Cate let out a husky giggle at his observation, then sighed softly when she felt his fingers slip under the thin strap of lacy elastic stretched above the point of her hip.  Her sigh turned to a soft groan as his touch traveled along the line and under the tiny triangle covering her crotch.  Her legs parted further, welcoming his exploration.  This time her evening wear wasn’t an impediment.

He turned his hand over to curve his palm over Cate’s smooth mound, a middle finger slipping easily into her warm, desire-slickened slit.  “Fuck, Baby… you’re already so wet…” Jon crooned, his darkening eyes still locked with hers.  His cock jumped eagerly at his tactile and verbal observation.

Cate let out a soft moan as the pressure of Jon’s finger against her clit made her womb throb with want.  “All your fault…” she murmured breathily.

“I’ll gladly take that blame…” Jon rubbed his hand over Cate’s mound and leaned into to swallow her squeak of delight with his kiss.  “Shhhh….” He murmured against her lips.  “Remember… there are a whole buncha people just down the hall….” His smirk was audible in his scold.

“Dammit…” Cate swore breathily.  She reached again for Jon’s crotch, eager to reciprocate.

“Uh uh, Baby…. Shhh.”  Jon turned his hips partially away from her hand, thwarting her attempt.  He pulled his face back from Cate’s and gave her a sexy-stern look.  “Not yet.”

“But Jonny…”  Cate protested as she tried again, this time looping her fingers inside the slack waist of his jeans.

He swiftly released his clutch on her skirt and captured Cate’s wrist in a firm grasp.  Jon grinned mischievously as he saw her sapphire eyes spark with indignation at his controlling move.  For good measure, with his other hand he gave her mound another rub.  Again Cate squeaked at the sensation of his finger dragging over the sensitive nub of flesh between her slick folds. 

“Shhh.”  Jon commanded again.  He tugged her hand upward, over her head, and pressed it against the side of the sleek wooden ladder.  “Not yet, Baby.  Relax.”  He smirked devilishly as he felt Cate’s hand curl around the ladder’s rung above her head, bolstering her position.  “There.” 

The flash of raw lust in Jon’s gaze made Cate acquiesce.  As much as she was his strong-willed match in life, she couldn’t resist him when he took charge of their passionate encounters. 

She also knew how to further encourage him.  Cate’s full lips curved into a sultry pout as she slowly raised her other arm over her head.  Her fingers curled around the rung beside their mates, securing her grasp and silently signaling her submission.

“Oh yeah.  Keep your hands there.”  Jon groaned his approval.  “Don’t move.”

His gaze raked down Cate’s satin-sheathed arms, to the softly-glinting strand of black pearls that circled her slender throat.  Immediately his eyes dipped to the swell of her creamy breasts, showcased by her black satin-and-lace push-up bra and revealed by the parted halves of her blouse.  Jon growled again as he spied the dusky top of Cate’s areola, her nipple only half-contained by its satiny cup as Cate’s chest rose and fell with her labored breaths of arousal.

“Don’t move,” Jon repeated huskily.  He leaned in, his lips immediately finding the sensitive spot on the side of her neck.  He felt Cate’s arms tense even as she tipped her head to accommodate his mouth.  She whimpered softly but didn’t protest.

Jon growled happily against Cate’s flesh as he nibbled and sucked his way to the curve of her shoulder.  He nudged aside the collar of her blouse with his nose before pausing to pull in a deep breath.  The floral spice of her favorite perfume mingled with the pheromones of impending sex flooded his senses.  He responded primally, a surge of arousal making his cock strain against its thin binding.

“God, Baby… you smell so good…”

“Mmm… so do you…”  Cate turned her head just enough to feel Jon’s soft shag against her face.  She smiled contentedly as she breathed in the aroma of his hair and cologne and masculinity.  Her eyes drifted closed as she let the stimulating scent wash over her.

Jon replied with a soft chuckle as his lips moved again, traveling along the vee of Cate’s collarbone toward the notch at the base of her throat.  He paused again when his progress was impeded by the strand of pearls resting against her skin.  With another husky chortle Jon closed his teeth over the necklace and gently tugged.

Cate gasped softly, then chuckled at his playfulness.  “Baby… Be careful.  Don’t scratch my pearls with your teeth.  They were my wedding present, remember?”  Her scold was gentle.

“I remember.”  Jon smiled as he released the precious strand from his mouth, letting it fall back against her flesh.  He raised his head, taking in the sight of the dark gems against her passion-tinged skin.  “They look even more beautiful on you now.” 

Cate chortled softly in reply, her eyes remaining closed.  Above her head, her fingers relaxed and re-tightened around the ladder rung in anticipation of Jon’s next move. 

She whimpered softly when she felt his hand slip from its welcome spot inside her panties.  The hem of her now-released skirt drifted a bit downward, though the bulk of the soft fabric remained bunched around Cate’s hips.

“Don’t worry…” Jon soothed her in a sultry coo.  “Just for a minute.”  He smiled as he saw one long-lashed sapphire eye crack open in response, then close again.  He couldn’t resist adding a little tease.  “Unless somebody walks in on us, anyway.”

“Fuck ‘em,” Cate murmured hoarsely.  “C’mon, Baby.”  Again her grip on the ladder rung tightened and slackened as another wave of desire rolled through her.  She shifted impatiently on her ladder-rung seat, her heels clicking quietly against the stone floor as she fidgeted.

She was more than willing to do this Jon’s way, but he could dispense with the foreplay.  He had her right where he wanted her; she wasn’t going to back out now.  Cate wanted this illicit rendezvous as much as he did.  Maybe even more.

Jon chuckled again at his wife’s response to his tease.  It was apparent she was past the point of demure caution.  He was glad to see the return of her naughty, more adventurous side.  With all they had dealt with over the past few weeks, their sex life hadn’t exactly been spicy.

That was clearly not the case tonight.

“What’s the hurry?” Jon queried smoothly as he raised both hands to cover Cate’s breasts, his palms matching the curve of the satin cups barely containing them.  His fingers contracted in a gentle squeeze, then splayed open.  As his hands turned his thumbs slipped inside Cate’s bra, sliding under her breasts and popping them free of their constraints.  He hummed appreciatively at the revelation of her dusky, puckered nipples.

Cate growled softly with frustration, both sexual and conversational.  “We do have to get back out there, you know.  Sooner or later somebody’s gonna come looking for us.”  She paused at his quiet, self-satisfied chortle, then slowly opened her eyes.  Cate gave Jon a searing gaze of lust, one that made her message crystal-clear.  “And I want you, Baby.  Now.”

The ferocity in her low snarl and the intensity in her sapphire stare almost made Jon crumble.  Almost.

He smirked wickedly at her demand, knowing she didn’t expect him to give in so easily.  “In the words of The Stones, Baby… You can’t… always… get… what you wa-hant.”  He crooned the lyric in a low, sexy half-growl.  “But Baby… I’m gonna give you what you need.”

With that he dropped his hands to the ladder’s side rails, on either side of Cate’s waist.  Leaning in to capture her mouth for a brief but savage kiss, Jon slid his feet backward, balancing himself and supporting his weight with his arms.  The soles of his boots made a soft scrape along the limestone floor as he dragged his mouth away from Cate’s and down her neck. 

He bypassed her necklace but stopped for a rough suckle at one peaked nipple, making Cate yelp with surprise.  With another wicked chortle Jon moved his mouth back to her middle.  As Jon slowly lowered himself to kneel between Cate’s feet, his lips slid downward over her flat abdomen, stopping at the bunched waist of her skirt. 

Once he was settled, his hands curved over Cate’s thighs and moved upward, this time pushing her hem up to fully expose her skimpy panties.  Jon raised his face to give Cate a smug little smirk as his fingers wrapped around the tops of her thighs and gently squeezed.  “Up,” he commanded.

Cate’s lips parted at his order, but she didn’t protest.  Gazing wide-eyed down at her defiant husband, she carefully raised her behind off the ladder’s rung, allowing him to push the skirt high enough to bare her cheeks.  She gasped softly when she felt the smooth wooden rung against her bare skin.  Cate’s grip on the plank above her head tightened again, both to steady her movement and in opposition to her instinct to drag Jon back up from his knees.

Jon pulled in a deep breath as he took a pause to appreciate the vision of erotic beauty before him.  His eyes raised to Cate’s hands, clenched around the wooden rung above her head, her burgundy nails shining like garnets in the dim light.  Just below them Cate’s glorious mahogany hair glowed softly, its twist still loosely intact, keeping the majority of her thick locks off her shoulders.  A few strands had escaped the updo and hung in soft copper tendrils beside Cate’s cheeks.  They looked like tongues of flame against the backdrop of Cate’s midnight blue satin sleeves, her upraised arms bracketing her passion-lit face. 

The blue satin also flowed down Cate’s sides, curtaining her exposed chest and belly.  Bisecting her torso, the crumpled band of black satin and lace pushed her breasts upward, placing her dusky nipples on prominent display.  Just above the ebony swath of fabric wrapping her waist, a small diamond stud glittered at the top of Cate’s navel, reflecting the soft light of their sexy surroundings.

And below that…

Jon unconsciously licked his lips as his gaze dropped lower.  Beneath the swath of black fabric was a vision straight out of schoolboy fantasies.

Through the sheer black lace of Cate’s tiny bikini thong Jon could see the dark line of her slit, bracketed by a narrow strip of dark mahogany fur.  The part of her thighs revealed the spot where the lace disappeared against the shadow of her womanhood, the tiny vertical strap of her thong invisible between her cheeks.    

The insides of Cate’s creamy thighs quivered softly under Jon’s examination, her muscles clenched as they held her brace against the ladder and steadied her balance on her high heels.  Just a hand’s width from her hip her stockings’ lace bands topped the smoky nylons that sheathed her long legs, all the way down to her black patent stilettos. 

Jon’s mouth curved into a wry smile as he silently lamented the absence of sexy lace garters.  “But this’ll do…” he murmured to himself before raising his gaze back up to meet Cate’s.  He gave her a sultry smile, then leaned in.

“OH!” Cate yelped at the feel of Jon’s mouth on her, over top of the lace.  She was immediately admonished with a long “SHHHHH….”  from her husband.  Jon’s hot exhalation against her mound made her bite back another shrill squeak.    

“Oh… Jonny!  What… what are you doing?”  Cate panted as she squirmed on the ladder.    

Jon chortled evilly, then dragged his tongue hard against Cate’s lace-cloaked slit before answering.  “Do I really have to explain?”

“No… but…”  Cate shifted against her ladder-rung seat, instinctively tipping her pelvis toward Jon’s mouth.  “But… this isn’t how… how to make a… baby…”

“Don’t worry.”  Jon pressed a kiss against Cate’s mound.  “We’ll get there.  Soon.”  He nuzzled at the private flesh between Cate’s thighs, then sucked the elastic band between his teeth. With a playful growl he pulled it away from her flesh and released it.  He chuckled wickedly as she jumped at the light snap against her skin.

“But… but Baby…”  Cate was unable to finish her protest as a wave of lustful dizziness assaulted her.  She let her weight sink against the ladder, her head tipping back as her eyes closed. 

“That’s it, Baby… Relax.  You deserve to enjoy this, too.”  Jon’s encouraging croon filled her ears, making her mouth curve slightly in agreement.  “Don’t worry, I’ll get to the baby-making part in a few minutes.  I wanna do this for you first.” 

Jon’s hands slipped around the sides of Cate’s thighs, his thumbs looping up and under the elastic of her panties.  “Besides… you taste delicious.  Even better than that dessert.”

Jon’s wicked chuckle sent a bolt of want straight to Cate’s core.  She felt her thighs shudder again as the soles of her feet started to tingle.  Christ, he had barely even started and already she was about to go off.

“I.. I dunno…” Cate gasped, trying desperately to stay lucid.  “Raspberries and chocolate…”

“Trust me, Baby.  You’re sweeter.  Tangier.  Like my wine.”  He chortled to himself as the pun flashed in his mind.  “My favorite vintage.  Pussy Grigio.”

Cate let out a strangled little laugh at Jon’s dirty joke, then gasped loudly as again she felt his tongue swipe over her panties.  “Oh Christ, Jonny…”

Jon tugged at Cate’s panties, pulling the straps past the point of her hips.  He frowned as he realized that, with Cate’s position against the ladder, they were going to be an awkward challenge to remove.  He could easily snap the elastic and drag them from her body, but he didn’t really want to ruin the sexy little garment.

So he’d just work around them.

Jon shrugged to himself and glanced up at Cate’s face.  He saw that her head was turned to the side, her flushed cheek nestled against her satin-clad arm, her eyes closed, and her lips parted.  The movement had loosened her updo, and a thick strand of chestnut hair snaked down along her neck.  Cate's chest heaved with shallow pants of anticipation, her tightly-dimpled breasts rising and falling rapidly. 

A powerful surge in his groin reminded Jon of his own needs.  With a soft grunt he turned his attention back to Cate.  The swipe of a thumb pushed aside the lacy front of her panties, removing the barrier between his mouth and her mound.

He dipped his head toward her, sliding his tongue slowly though her sweet, syrupy slit.  Jon chuckled to himself as he realized she really did taste like his wine… sweet and tangy and intoxicating.

Jon’s humming chuckle against her made Cate squeak.  Automatically she arched against him, demanding more.  Jon moaned softly in response, savoring the taste and feel of her slick folds of flesh.  His hands moved from Cate's hips to her thighs, closing over her lacy stocking-bands.  His fingers tightened against her flesh as she opened her thighs more to encourage him.

“Ohhhhhh…… Oh Baaaaaaby….” Cate moaned.  Her climax was building, the buzzing intensifying in her extremities and in her head.  She ached for release, but she so wanted to savor the exquisite sensations Jon’s skillful ministrations were evoking.

“Relax, Baby…” Jon crooned against her.  “Just let it happen…”  His tongue delved inside her, then slipped upward to circle the tight, swollen bud of her clitoris.

“OH!  My GOD!” Cate shrieked.  She immediately sucked her lower lip between her teeth and bit down, trying to prevent herself from crying out again as shockwaves of pleasure rocketed through her body. 

“Easy, Cate…” Jon warned gently, grinning at her sudden, loud outburst.  “You don’t want us to get caught, remember?” 

“Baby… please…”  As she gasped out the request, Cate raised her left foot to hook her high heel over the lowest rung of the ladder.  The bend in her knee allowed her to further open herself to him, a silent plea for continuation.

Her subtle demand had its intended effect.  “Oh, Christ, Cate…” Jon growled as another powerful surge of urgent want almost doubled him over.  He felt his cock straining against his briefs, and his balls stretched with their fullness.  Even though he had the benefit of a few glasses of liquid relaxation in his system, he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last. 

Again he lowered his mouth to her, this time not seeking to tease.  He groaned as he buried his tongue inside her, her syrupy sweetness coating his lips and teeth.   With another strangled shriek Cate started to writhe against him, bucking her hips forward to meet his mouth.

Jon’s tongue rasped over Cate’s tender flesh, burning her with each stroke.  He smiled as he heard a familiar but long-absent tone, a soft keening from deep in Cate’s throat.  It was a purr like that of a contented tigress, a unique note of arousal that he had heard their first night together.  It had been far too long since he had been able to evoke that throaty tone from her.

Jon glanced up at Cate and saw that her hands were still clenched around the ladder-rung above her, but she had raised her head.  Her eyes were wide with desire, swirling sapphire and midnight as she watched him devour her.  

The affection and desire in Jon’s indigo gaze made Cate let go.  Her keening purr gained full throat as the wonderful, chaotic sensations rushed over her. Her head fell back against the ladder as again her back arched.  “Jon… Oh, Jonny… I’m… I need you…” she pleaded hoarsely.

Jon’s reply was a grunt as he thrusted his tongue deep inside her, then dragged it broadly upward.  He heard a low wail of need tear from Cate’s throat as his tongue flickered around her clit, sending fiery fingers of sensation vibrating around the tight bundle of nerves.  His hands tightened around her thighs, grasping her roughly and forcing her back.  He pinned her hard against the ladder, making her hold still so he could complete his task.

“Jonny!  Oh!… JON!”  Cate’s throaty wail dissolved into a long moan as the flames of pleasure raced to her womb, detonating in a blinding explosion of release.  Cate’s head thrashed from side to side as her upper body arched fully off the ladder and her lower body strained against Jon’s mouth.

“Mmmmmfff… Oh… Baby….” Jon’s senses exploded with the heat that surrounded him, with the juices that flowed from her.  He lapped eagerly at her sweetness, fully tasting the passion he had milked from her.  His heart clenched with pride that he had been able to give her this small gift, this simple base pleasure, after all she had done for him. 

Feeling her body slump against the wooden ladder, Jon raised his face to look up at Cate.  A smile of relief turned the corners of her pretty mouth, and her cheeks were flush with exertion.   Long strands of copper and mahogany hair tumbled down over her shoulders and bare chest, having escaped her now-messy half-updo.  Her breasts heaved enticingly as she reclined against the ladder, panting.  Still in obeyance of his earlier command, Cate’s hands curled loosely around the rung above her head.

The sexy vision sent a jolt to Jon’s cock, reminding him of his own body’s demands.   With a soft groan Jon sat back on his heels and swiped a hand over his sex-slicked mouth.  Cate’s husky rasp verbalized his thoughts.

“Jonny… Now.”