SIXTY-THREE

Jon's hand curved around Cate's side and slithered up her back, beneath the tumble of her hair, to the back of her neck.  His fingers curled around the slender column, then his grip tightened.  He watched her eyes widen in the mirror with the sensual threat.  Jon's other hand moved to her hip, grasping it with equal force.  Holding her body still, he pushed against her neck as he snarled a half-sinister command.

"Bend over." 

She stiffened in a moment of instinctive resistance, then acquiesced.  Cate shuffled her feet slightly to widen her stillettoed stance before bending at the waist.  Her arms moved forward as her torso lowered over the chair's low back, her hands closing over the carved wooden armrests to brace her balance.  Long mahogany ropes slipped over her creamy skin, pulled downward by gravity to curtain her face and brush her nipples.  Her calves quivered as they flexed with their extension.  Jon's hand released her neck and slid down her back, then locked around her free hip.   

Cate pulled in breath, attempting to calm her racing pulse as she fought to override her instinct to fight or flee.  She didn't want to escape this vulnerable position.  She swallowed, then raised her face toward the mirror.  Another jolt of adrenaline coursed through her at the reflection.

Jon's bare chest heaved as he stood rigid behind her, his black shirt barely clinging to the points of his shoulders while he grasped her hips.  His blue eyes glittered almost supernaturally above his menacing smirk.  In the foreground a fiery-tressed woman bent in sexy submission over a chair, her rounded, dusky-peaked breasts fully displayed.  Her sculpted upper arms strained with the pressure of her brace, wispy sheer-white bonds of her sleeves snug around her elbows and forearms.  Her bare flesh was pale but passion-tinged, her back arched as she balanced on the balls of her feet.  A swell of black fabric obscured her buttocks, but a peek of bare thigh above the curve of the chair-back provided a sensual hint of the hidden flesh.

The scene was titillating, two actors in an erotic performance. Except they weren't acting.  The woman's almost-feral expression told the honest tale -- a combination of anticipation, illicit pleasure, and a tiny glint of fear.  

Jon growled approvingly as he watched Cate's reaction.  He could feel her flesh quivering lightly under his hands; he could sense her unease.  Though of course he would never hurt her, the realization that he could sent a surge of electricity through him.  His mouth curled even more wickedly as the adage flitted through his mind:  Power -- The Ultimate Aphrodisiac.

Another libidinous surge reminded Jon that this was no time for reflection.  It was time for action.

"Good Girl."  His voice was a velvety purr, approving but subtly commanding.  "Just like I wanted."  His grip on her hips loosened and his fingers curled into the fabric of her skirt.  "You look good, Baby.  Soooo goooood...."  As he crooned he gathered the fabric into his hands, inching her hem upward to uncover her ass.  Jon chuckled huskily as he watched Cate's glutes contract with their exposure.

He sneered lightly as another sexual surge made his cock quiver.  Though his fly was open and his waistband lowered beneath his hips, his jeans were getting tighter by the moment.  But it was a delicious sensation, his own private bondage to mirror his partner's submission.

"Look at that ass..." Jon murmured silkily, just loud enough for her to hear.  "Tight, round... so pretty and plump."  He chortled sexily.  "That's the kinda ass a real man likes.  One you can grab hold of, one you can push against...."  Glancing at the mirror, Jon saw Cate's mouth had curved slightly in response to his praise.  "Yeah, Baby.... you definitely got Back."

Jon waited again, until he felt more than heard her quiet giggle.  Then he struck.

The sharp smack of flesh on flesh made Cate yelp before the sting registered in her nerves.  Jon felt her quake as he watched her reaction in the mirror.  When she sucked her lower lip between her teeth to stem her response, he smirked.  His palm moved to the bright-red blotch on her cheek, soothing the mark.

"Hmmm.  Seems like you've been spanked before, huh Baby?"  Again Jon let out a low, wicked chortle.  "You must really be a Bad Girl.  Are you, Baby?  A Bad Girl?"  He watched the mirror again, waiting until he saw her head bob in a slight nod. 

"Thought so."

Cate's yelp was muffled this time, her lip clenched between her teeth when Jon's hand impacted her other cheek.  Her legs trembled as she tried to remain steady on her heels, the mild force of the blow momentarily uncentering her.

Jon grunted softly as his cock throbbed again, excited by her restraint.  As fantastic as this little spanking session was for him, if he kept it up he wasn't going be able to keep it up much longer.

"Shhhhh...." Jon's breath accompanied his hands as he soothed the angry marks on Cate's buttocks.  "Sorry, Baby.  I know it hurts... but you needed it."  His palms curved to the contour of her cheeks, cupping them and squeezing firmly.  He smirked again as his pinky fingers slid toward her slick center, causing Cate to gasp and quiver again.  She shuffled her feet, trying to part her thighs more.

"You like that, huh?"  Jon smirked evilly.  There was no doubt she was fully ready for him--his fingers were thoroughly coated.  He slipped one pinky inside her while his index finger slid higher in her slit.  When it bumped her tightened clit she jolted, another squeak escaping her lips.

"Ohhhh, yeah...."  Jon grunted again, his physical reaction mimicking hers.  As much as he wanted to continue this sly, sexy game, he wasn't going to make it.  Already his balls were so tight they felt like they might burst.

"Damn, Baby... you must really want me."  Jon extracted his fingers from her crotch and took a half-step back, so he wasn't touching her.  He smirked appreciatively as he let his gaze travel from Cate's bare, presented ass down her long, taut legs and back up.  Her thighs were trembling steadily now, as much from anticipation as from the tension of her position.  Jon snorted softly.  He would give her a break soon.

Jon looked back to the mirror, his gaze meeting hers.  Her eyes were shining and her lips were parted as she panted softly.  Jon could see the teeth marks on her swollen lower lip where she had tried to stifle her pleasured cries.  Oh, how erotic he found that mouth, with its rosy stain and sex-smeared lipstick.  He wanted to watch her lips while she begged.

"What do you want, Baby?"  His croon was sinister.

She only panted.

"You know what you want.  And I know what you want.  But you gotta say it.  I wanna hear it.  Those dirty words, from that sexy, dirty mouth of yours."

A slight curve at the corner of her mouth made his cock twitch again.  She stared at him in the mirror for a long moment, then slowly drew her tongue across her lower lip.

Jon let out a low growl, but he stood his ground.  He tried to ignore the increasingly urgent throbbing in his crotch, though he knew in a minute he wouldn't be able to.  He tried a different tack, slipping back into role.

"You know, Baby... I ain't gonna waste my time here all night.  There's a hundred other girls down at the bar who will give me whatever I want. What EVER I want."

Cate's lips curved again, into a full smirk.  She stared at Jon for a long moment in the mirror, then licked her lips again.  Her words came out in a feline purr.

"Fuck... Me.  HARD."

Her words hit him like a ton of bricks.  Jon's smirk turned to a sneer and his hands dropped to his hips.  He shoved at the denim and elastic, pushing the waistbands to the tops of his thighs.  He stepped forward, roughly grabbing Cate's hip as leverage for his penetration.  With the movement of his arms, his shirt slipped from his shoulders and banded around his biceps.  Jon snarled but ignored the inconvenience.

It took only a second for Jon to find the right spot.  His thumb and forefingers circled the thick base of his shaft, forcing the correct angle.  Then with an instinctive thrust he was inside her.

Jon groaned at the wet heat and tight squeeze as her muscle yielded to his invasion.  His hand went to her other hip and he yanked backward as again he pressed forward.  The impact of his balls against her lips almost made him stagger.

"JEsus...." Jon gasped as his head involuntarily dropped back.  He stood still, grasping her tight against him, struggling to hold on.  This was too good.  He had to last more than a second.  He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He could feel Cate's thighs trembling against his quads.  He could feel her flesh quivering under his curled fingers.  He could feel her walls clenching around his cock.  He could feel her heartbeat, feel her breathing, feel her watching him...

He took another deep breath and pulled his head up.  Opening his eyes, he met her gaze in the mirror.

He watched her expression as he pulled back, inching his shaft out of her.  Cate's reaction was mesmerizing, her midnight eyes lust-clouded yet piercing, her lips trembling with her ragged breaths.  Her arms strained against the chair's rails as she braced against his pressure, holding her body in alignment.  Her breasts heaved with her breathing, now shiny with  light perspiration from her exertion.

He continued to watch the mirror as he pushed himself back inside her.   When he was fully-buried, his abdomen pressed to the curve of her ass, Jon looked down.

It was too much. 

Jon groaned as his orgasm flared.  Widening his stance and gripping Cate's hips with force, Jon pumped hard and fast.  He was consumed by the rush of testosterone in his brain, his sensory perception dulled by his rising ecstasy.  He dimly perceived her pants and moans and the bump of the chair's legs against the floor as it was rocked with the force of his thrusts.  He vaguely heard the wet slap of his flesh against hers, and his own grunts and groans.  Most of all he felt the incredible pleasure of his balls bouncing against her pussy and his cock dragging against her walls.  It was almost incomprehensibly good.

And then he heard nothing but a buzzing rush as his body was consumed by ecstasy.  It was as if he was being engulfed in a blaze, a firestorm of wet, blissful heat.  His entire body sparked and snapped, then dissolved in an incredible rush of relief accompanied by a feral roar that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his core. 

Jon shuddered forcefully before slumping like a marionette on slackened strings, his energy sapped by the ferocity of his release.  Only his hands stayed firm, gripping Cate's hips to keep him from collapsing to the floor.  Several times shuddered involuntarily, his muscles spasming with residual adrenaline, then went limp again.

Slowly the fog cleared.  The voice speeded up, from slow-motion drawl to normal pitch.

"...you okay?  Jon?"

He tried to answer, but he couldn't.  He was panting too hard.  Jon sucked in a big breath and tried to hold it, then nodded wordlessly.  After a few more tries he was able.

"Ye.... Yeah.  You... okay?"

"Baby, can you let go?  It hurts..."

Jon shook his head, trying to clear the haze.  It took a second but her words eventually made it through.  He licked his lips, then dropped his chin.  When he focused he realized what she was saying. 

"Oh... sorry..."  Jon pried his hands from their clench around Cate's hips, then blinked at the marks left there.  Even in the semi-darkness he could tell he had bruised her.  A pang of guilt flickered in his gut.  "Jesus, Baby... Sorry..."  He still panted.

"Are you okay?"  Her voice was throaty but held a hint of amusement.  "I thought you passed out."

"I... I think I... did.  For a minute, anyway."

"Oh."

Jon reached up to drag a hand over his sweaty face, then shook his head.  He sucked in another deep breath and focused on the far wall.  The mirror swam into focus, and he saw Cate gazing back at him, a half-smile playing on her lips.  She hadn't moved from the position he had ordered, still maintaining her brace over the back of the chair.

Jon looked down.  Her shapely ass was still pressed to his abdomen, though he had let go of her hips.  They were still conjugally joined, though not nearly as firmly as before.  Jon shook his head again as he realized he had completely expended his erection.

"What do you want me to do now?"

Her question was low and sultry.  Jon looked again at her reflection, mildly surprised.  They had just shared an earth-shaking orgasm, and she was ready to go again so soon?

Then it dawned on him.  OH.

Jon gave his head another little shake, trying to rattle his senses back into order.  This night was going so well, Cate was ready and willing.  For Christ sake, she was still bent over a chair with her tits out.  He couldn't let this opportunity pass.  He at least owed his wife her climax, since she apparently hadn't come along for his rocket-ship ride.

"Stay there a minute."  Jon croaked out the words, his voice barely working.  He tried not to make a face as he stepped back, his mostly-flaccid dick sliding from her with a wet, sticky rush.  He grimaced involuntarily.

He heard her strangled gag and chuckled softly.  As unpleasant as the aftermath of ejaculation was for him, it was ten times worse for her.

Jon took two steps toward the sideboard and snatched a bar towel from the counter.  He moved back to Cate and swiped the terrycloth rectangle over her crotch and down her inner thighs.  Jon gave his own crotch a quick swab and tossed the towel onto the floor.  He tugged his jeans back up over his ass and shrugged his shirt back up over his shoulders.  With another little head-clearing shake to get him back into role, Jon cleared his throat.

"Okay, you can stand up." 

With a little grunt Cate unfolded her body from over the chair back, her spine popping softly as she straightened. Her skirt drifted halfway down over her ass, leaving the lower curves uncovered, and her shredded panties slipped down her leg to puddle around her ankle.  Cate raised a hand to push back her tangled locks from her face.  She stood still on her stillettos for a second to be sure she had captured her balance, then turned to face Jon.   

Her sultry half-smile made Jon smirk.  Yes, she was still ready to go.  But it was going to take him a little while -- and a little help -- to catch back up.

Jon let his eyes wander down her body.  She was still visibly quivering from a combination of exertion and arousal.  Her breathing was shallow and eager, her breasts bobbing up and down with her light pants.  Cate's blouse was now barely hanging from her frame, a white, filmy drape that fully exposed her displaced bra.  The black satin straps looped loosely over her arms were almost as sexy as the flesh spilling from the cups.  Only her skirt was still somewhat proper, from the front view, anyway.  It still flowed smoothly to mid-thigh, concealing her nakedness beneath.

Jon pulled in a slow breath.  Now that he had finally been able to release his pent-up libido he could take it slow.  As slow as she would tolerate, anyway.

He met her gaze and held it for a long minute, reading the swirling, sparkling midnight.  When he spoke, his voice had returned to its sexy croon.

"That was damned good, Baby.  Fucking great, in fact."  He paused to see if she would answer.  She didn't.

"But I'm not done.  Not by a long shot."  He chortled huskily at his unintentional pun.  "I'm gonna need a little help, though.  Getting up for the next round. But you...."  His blue eyes narrowed as his smile turned wicked.  "You're ready to go, ain't ya, Baby?  That spanking got you all fired up."

This time when he waited, she knew what he wanted.  Cate smiled demurely.  "Yes."

"Did you like it?"

"I did."

"And what do you want now?"

Cate blinked slowly, her smile curling a bit more.  "I want you to fuck me again.  Hard.  Until I come."

Jon nodded, encouraged by the little twinge he felt in his groin at her words.  Maybe it wouldn't take long.  But he'd still need some assistance.

"Well, then.  You're gonna have to earn it, Baby."  Jon sauntered casually over to the bar.  Cate stood quietly, watching as he dropped a few ice cubes into a glass and broke the seal on a green bottle.  The crackle of the sparkling water over the ice made her involuntarily shiver.  She wasn't thirsty, but the chill would feel good against her heated flesh.

Jon took a sip, then strolled the few paces over to the marble-topped table.  He pulled out the round-backed twin to the chair behind Cate, turning it to face her.  Jon set his glass on the table before lowering himself into the chair.  He slouched and stretched out his legs, elongating his body.  With a sexy smirk Jon settled his arms along the curve of carved chair-arms, his hands closing over the curved scrolls at their ends.

"So, Baby.  Go ahead.  Show me somethin'."

Cate swallowed.  "What would you like?"

"I like everything.  And I get almost everything, from girls like you.  But it's not always.... memorable."  He reached for his glass and took another long sip.  "So show me something I'll remember.  If you want me to fuck you, that is."

Cate's gaze broke from his for a minute as her eyes swept the shadowy room.  She thought about the woman she was pretending to be, to humor Jon's little Groupie Fantasy.  She had no doubt he had seen it all -- including some things she probably couldn't even dream up.  But what hadn't he seen from her that would turn him on?

Her lips curved as the memories flashed through her mind.  There had been a number of intimate moments and mind-blowing sexual encounters during their partnership, some that Jon would certainly love to revisit.  But many of those moments couldn't be spontaneously re-created... and she had no props or partners.  So tonight she was on her own.

And she knew what he liked.

Dropping her chin, Cate gave Jon a long blue-eyed stare.  She slowly turned her back to him and bent toward "her" chair, being sure to linger an extra-long moment so he could leer at her half-bared ass.  Then she calmly moved the chair, turning it around to face Jon, before she stepped around to the front of it.  She sat, perching on the front of the leather cushion and primly crossing her legs.  She crossed her hands on her knees, one atop the other, knowing full well the position caused her pressed-together breasts to swell even more above their push-up binding.  She gave Jon an arched-brow smug smile, then just stared.

Jon stared back for a long minute, amused by her tack.  The gleam in her eye told him there was something going on in that wicked auburn head of hers, something delightful and delicious and undoubtedly very, very dirty.  His eyes narrowed as he tried to read her.

Then he did exactly what she expected.  When Jon's gaze dropped to her breasts, Cate moved.  Casually she leaned forward, reaching for her stiletto-shoed foot and giving him a better view of her fabulous bare cleavage.  She heard his intake of breath when her nipples rubbed against her thigh, and she smirked.

Cate slowly untangled the ripped lace panty-remnant from around her ankle, taking her time in drawing it downward and over her spiked heel.  Then she sat up, smoothed out the fabric scrap, and folded it over the wooden arm of her chair.  Again she stared back at Jon as she sat still, her cryptic half-smile still shielding her secret.

Jon shifted in his chair and took another slurp from his water glass.  He didn't know what the fuck his wife was doing now, but whatever it was, it was sexy as Hell.  All she had done was take something off her damned shoe, and already  he was feeling the stirrings of another erection.  Then again, maybe the fact that her luscious tits were fully on display had something to do with it.

Cate sat quietly for another moment, waiting for another cue from Jon.  He stared back, the corner of his mouth twitching amusedly.  When he slouched a little more in his chair and crossed his ankles, Cate moved again.  This time she mirrored his movement, uncrossing her legs and slouching back in her own chair.  She kept her knees modestly together, her hands resting lightly on her thighs, her fingertips curving against her short skirt.

Jon watched Cate's expression, silently amused at her game.  When he had challenged her to do something memorable to arouse him, he had expected a naughty striptease or some physical pseudo-sexual act.  At the very least he had expected a lengthy hand job or blowjob to make him hard again.  But this was better, sexier.  She was playing with his mind, daring him to play with her body.

Touché, Baby, Jon thought.  He choked back a snicker.  He really shouldn't be surprised.  After all, this was the woman who had hired a stripper, then watched and participated in a private lap dance for him.  She knew him, and she knew what he found sexy.  Even if tonight she was pretending to be a dirty groupie whore.

Treat her like a lady, and fuck her like a whore.

Jon's grin widened as his words came back to him.  Now he knew.

Again Jon raised his glass and took another long draught of iced sparkling water.  Then, instead of setting the glass on the table, he rested it on his bare abdomen.  The chill made him wince, but it also made his groin twitch.  Jon slid further down in his chair, settling into a more comfortable slouch.  Staring straight into Cate's blue eyes, Jon bent his knees and settled his feet flat on the floor, spreading his legs open to her.  His smirk carried a clear message: "I dare you."

Cate's heart skipped a beat.  He was onto her, had figured out her ploy.  And that was exactly what she wanted.

Her fingers curled against her skirt, gathering it inch by inch up her thigh.  As it rose, her knees parted. 

Jon couldn't stop a soft gasp when Cate opened herself to him.  It wasn't like he'd never seen her pussy; he saw it all the time.  But there was something so naughty, so wicked, so Basic Instinct about her exposure.  It was like an illicit peep show. 

And then her long, slim, pink-tipped fingers slithered down her thighs.  Jon's lips parted.  Jesus.

He emptied his drink with another gulp.  The ice clinked inside the glass when he set the tumbler on the marble table top.  In another silent dare, Jon's hand moved to his fly.  He shoved aside the fabric and gently wrapped his hand around his awakening cock, giving it a light squeeze.  Then he gave Cate an arched-brow smirk.

She didn't disappoint him.

Jon sucked in sharp breath as he watched Cate's fingers splay across her crotch, then curl inward.  He could see the little strip of auburn fur between her middle and ring fingers, moving as she lightly massaged herself.  When her middle finger disappeared into the moist slit he sucked his lower lip between his teeth, containing another gasp.  Jon's fist moved rhythmically up and down around his slowly-stiffening shaft, following the movement of Cate's hand.  When her free hand slid up her belly and cupped her breast Jon almost bit through his lip.

He could hardly believe what he was seeing; Cate had never performed like this for him before.  He had never seen her masturbate, other than a few quick lube-up rubs when penetration was imminent.  Of course he knew she masturbated; she had a vibrator and was unashamed to admit she used it when he was on the road.  But this... she had never showed him this before.

"Yeah, Baby..." Jon encouraged her with a raspy whisper.  "That's so fucking hot...."  He groaned when Cate gave him a half-lidded smirk and plucked at her nipple.  He watched her breast quiver, then his gaze slid back to her crotch.  Jon felt his cock thicken in his hand while he watched Cate's fingertip circle around her clit, then dive back between her lips.

"Mmmmmm..... You like to touch yourself, don'cha, Baby?"  Jon's croon was back, encouraging her performance.  "It feels so good, doesn't it?"

"Yes...." Cate breathed, her eyes glittering.

She slouched a little lower into her chair, so that her shoulders were even with the curved back.  With a long sigh Cate let her head fall back and her eyes drift half-closed.  Her plump lips curved into a sinful smile as she continued her slow self-pleasure.  Her hand moved to her other breast, splaying her fingers over the creamy mound so that her peaked nipple protruded between her fingers as she squeezed.

"FUCK..."  Jon growled, delighted at what he was seeing.  He encouraged her to continue, to slip deeper into her fantasy.

"You think about me, don't you Cate?  When you touch yourself like that.... you imagine it's me.  My hands... my lips.... my cock....?"

"Mmmmm..."  Cate's smirk curled a little more. 

"That's right, Baby.  Just imagine..."  Jon grunted softly at a twinge from his groin.  He realized he was holding on a little too tightly to his own joystick, he was getting so caught up in Cate's performance.  "Just like in your dreams.  All the dirty things you want me to do to you...how you want me to make you feel...."

"Ohhhhh...." Cate moaned softly.

"Uhhhh...." Jon groaned.  He slid down in his chair until he was able to roll his head back against the chair back.  His grip on his cock tightened as he worked the shaft up and down.  He couldn't keep his eyes open, though he wanted nothing more than to watch Cate continue to pleasure herself. 

Jesus, he really was ready for another round.  And Cate hadn't even had to touch him.  He just needed to be a little bit harder, then he could fuck her like the rock star she wanted.

Cate raised her head just enough to peer through a cracked-open lid at Jon.  She chuckled softly when she saw he had practically surrendered his role to his inspired self-pleasure.  That was exactly what she had  hoped for.

"Jon."

"Mmmm... Wha, Baby?"  Jon groaned.

"Look."

Jon sighed and slowed his preparation.  He dragged his head forward and opened his eyes.  He almost swore when he saw she was no longer slumped in her chair, stroking her pussy and fondling her breasts.  Instead she stood in front of him, slipping off her blouse.

Something about the sight jolted him to action.  He jumped up from his chair, wincing as the sudden movement momentarily strangled his shaft inside his fly.

He growled as his hands shoved hers aside.  "I'm doing that."  He yanked the blouse down her arms and over her wrists, then flung it aside.

"I thought you'd want to watch..." Her voice was silky smooth, with a hint of smirk.

"I want to taste." Jon's growl was against her skin as his mouth closed over her nipple.  Cate gasped as Jon sucked ravenously at her breast, roughly tonguing her nipple and abrading her flesh with his teeth. As he devoured her his hands scrambled at her back, attempting to unclasp her bra.  Finally he gave up and yanked the undergarment up and over her head before pitched it away.  It landed aside her blouse on the mini-bar.

"Fuck it. I want to taste too."  Cate grabbed the parted halves of Jon's shirt and pushed the black cotton over his shoulders.  Her lips burned across his wiry-haired skin as she sucked at his exposed pecs.  With a throaty chuckle he shrugged the shirt free and tossed it away, a symbolic abandonment of their role-play.  It didn't matter anymore; there were no more inhibitions.

Cate's hands scrambled across Jon's waist, pushing at the denim band slung low across his hips. Jon raised his arms and chuckled at her fervor as Cate shoved his jeans down over his thighs.  When she dropped to her knees and sucked at his belly he gasped aloud, another surge to his dick causing it to throb expectantly.

Cate dragged Jon's jeans down to his calves, then waited for him to steady himself and raise first one foot, then the other so she could pull off his boots and pants.  Once they were gone Cate stood up on her knees and looked up at Jon.  Her smirk was wicked as she extended her tongue and stroked it up the length of his stiffened cock. 

"Come here," Jon snarled, reaching down and roughly grasping her arm.  He hauled her to her feet and pulled her against his torso, his breathing now ragged and shallow.  He reached behind her, searching for the closure of her skirt.  Cate assisted, yanking the waistband around so that the hook and zipper were at her side, then quickly undoing them.  Jon shoved the opened skirt down over her naked ass, and it fell around her feet in a fluffy heap.

Her bare body against his was too much.  With a ferocious growl Jon lifted Cate, spinning her around.   A sweep of his forearm cleared the marble-topped table, sending his water glass, Cate's purse, and the bowl of magnolias flying onto the carpet.  Jon levered Cate back against the table, the marble's chill against her heated flesh making her yelp with surprise.  Her legs curved around Jon's hips as he straightened and jerked her toward him.

"Just like we both like it, Baby..." he panted.  "Like a whore."

Cate moaned as he plunged into her, a second welcome invasion of this evening.  Only this time Jon didn't take it slow.  As quickly as he entered, he withdrew and thrusted again.  Over and over and over, as Cate lay pinned against the marble slab, paralyzed by passion.

"This time you're gonna come, Cate."  Jon's command was a throaty growl.  "I'm not gonna stop until you do."

"Go... Good..." she gasped.  "It's not... OHH!!!!"  Cate's eyes flew open wide and she arched away from the table as the searing heat rocketed through her core.  Wildly her hands scrabbled at the cold marble, seeking purchase as Jon continued to pound her.

"That's the spot."  Jon cackled wickedly as he rolled his thumb over the tight bundle of nerves between Cate's legs.  "That's it, Baby..." 

"Ohhhhhh... Oh... fuuuuuck...."  Cate moaned and gasped desperately as Jon continued to manipulate her clit while he thrusted in and out of her.  "My.. God... Jonny...."

Feeling her shudder and clench around him, Jon knew she was close.  He leaned over and plunged his arm beneath her arched back, then pulled her upright.  Cate clutched desperately at Jon's chest as he held her against his torso.

"Hang on, Baby... Here we go...."  Jon gasped against Cate's cheek as he rubbed and pulsed, a passionate frenzy of copulation.  She stiffened, then shrieked as a flood of wet heat exploded from her core.  Jon shouted his victory, then his own eruption made him shudder and groan.

Time stopped, for who knows how long.  Long enough for Jon and Cate to come back down, for deadened nerves to awaken, for synapses to fire, for straining muscles to protest.  Long enough for blood to start pumping again, to the brain and the heart and the lungs instead of to the genitals.

"Holy Hell," Jon panted, his voice gravely and weak.

"Uh huh..."  Cate could barely manage the breath.

They sat a little longer, unwilling to let go of each other, afraid fatigued muscles would fail.  Finally Jon made the first tentative move.  Slowly he disengaged Cate's legs from around his waist, and she supported his shaky stand.  Carefully Jon helped Cate down off the table.  He slumped back into the chair, pulling her onto his lap.  Together they panted in silence a little more.

"That..." Jon breathed.  "Was... was fucking... incredible."

Cate nodded.  Her mouth curved as she heard a hoarse chuckle rumble from Jon's throat.

"We're gonna get kicked outta the Grand Floridian, aren't we?"

Cate giggled breathily.  "No.  You're a Vee-fucking-Eye-Pee, remember?"

"Oh yeah."  Jon chortled again.  "Good.  'Cause I may not be able to move from this spot for days."

"Me either."

"Okay."

"Okay."

*****

Sunshine flooded the room, falling across Cate's face.  It took awhile for her to notice it, through her exhaustion, but eventually the receptors awakened.  She squinted and turned away, rolling her tousled red head against the plump white pillow.

But still the light persisted.

Finally she cracked open one lid, then the other.  She squinted against the light, trying to figure out where she was and why it was so bright.  Slowly the form in front of her took shape.  It was shaggy and silver and gold against the white pillowcase.  And it was snoring.

Cate smiled to herself.  She let her lids drift closed again, resting her eyes as her mind started to wake up, followed by the rest of her senses.  The softness of the luxury cotton sheets against her skin told her she had gone to bed naked.  Jon's snoring beside her reminded her she hadn't gone to bed naked alone.

She yawned, then chuckled quietly.  Hazy, disjointed memories of the night floated through her mind, sexy little vignettes from some erotic play.  But it had been very real.  She probably had plenty of bruises to prove it.

As if to prove her point, Cate stretched.  A twinge over her hip validated her theory.  Yep, today was going to be a slow-going day.  Tomorrow would probably be worse.  She would have to be sure to get in a run both days, to help with her recovery.

Cate chuckled again as she lay listening to Jon's labored breathing.  His snores were a gentle rasp, the kind that foretold an oncoming bout of allergies.  Cate made a mental note to pick up some Claritin for Jon at the hotel pharmacy.  The poor guy would be miserable in a few days thanks to Florida spring pollen and molds.  She was surprised he had made it this long without having a reaction.

She sighed.  Cate couldn't remember the last time she had woken up feeling so content.  Hell, she couldn't remember the last time she had woken up without a to-do list a mile long or a hundred worries and commitments.  Today she had... nothing.  Just vacation with her husband and his family.

And they could start their day whenever they wanted to.  And however they wanted to.

Cate's mouth curved into a mischievous grin.  She snaked a hand under the covers until it found warm flesh.  Cate flattened her palm against Jon's back and let it slide downward, over the firm curve of his naked buttock, then across his fuzzy thigh.  Her fingers probed gently at the sensitive column of flesh, traveling lightly upward along its length.  She chuckled softly again when she felt he was half-hard.  While she understood the physiology of the morning boner, it made the phenomenon no less amusing.

"You better be careful down there or you're gonna get yourself in trouble."  The warning was almost unintelligible, mumbled against the pillow.

Cate giggled before giving him a gentle tease of a reply. "Oh yeah?  How so?"

"You don't wake up Superman unless he's got a job to do."

"I thought it was 'you don't tug on Superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind.... and you don't mess around with Jim'?"  Cate giggled again, amused with her own cleverness.

"You forgot about pulling down the mask on the Lone Ranger."

"No I didn't.  I was just paraphrasing."

"It's too fucking early for paraphrasing.  Or for Superman."

Cate smirked.  Beneath the covers, she felt the contradiction to her husband's statement.

"I don't know about that."  Cate's fingers slid back down Jon's shaft, noting it had grown in length, girth, and firmness.

"I'm warning you, Woman...."  Jon's mumbled caution was clearly insincere.  Still he didn't move to quash his wife's continued teasing of his manhood.

"Oh, puh-lease.  What are you gonna do about it?"  Cate giggled.  "Besides, maybe I thought I'd wake my husband up in an exceptionally nice way this morning."

"Mmmm.  Okay.  I'm back asleep."

Cate snorted.  "No you're not."

"Oh, wait a minute."

With a rustle of bedclothes Jon rolled onto his back.  Cate withdrew her hand and watched amusedly as her husband pushed himself up onto an elbow and dragged another pillow behind his head.   He propped up his shoulders before pushing the linens downward until they lay across his midsection.  Then Jon relaxed back onto the fluffy mound.  He closed his eyes and tried not to smirk. 

"Okay, now I'm asleep.  Feel free to wake me up.  Nicely."

"Seriously?  After all that?"

Cate's question was met with an exaggerated snore.

Cate shook her head, smiling at his silliness.  He was so damned cute sometimes... it just made her want him even more. 

"What about my good-morning kiss?"

"Have you brushed your teeth yet?"  Jon's eyes remained closed though his lips curved.

"No.  You haven't either."

"So, why wait to suck my dick until after you've brushed your teeth?  You'll lose all that minty freshness.  I'll kiss you after."

"Oh, gee Thanks."

"I'm just being practical."

"So I see."  Cate chuckled despite herself.

"Unless you have a pube stuck in your teeth after you brush.  Then you gotta floss before I kiss you."

"You're gross."

"I know.  But you love me anyway."

"Yes.  I do."  Cate chortled softly as she scooted downward on the mattress.  "And you're damned lucky."

"I know."

Cate leaned over to nip at Jon's belly before lifting the covers.  She smirked down at his fully-formed erection, awaiting her attention.  "Hello there, Superman," she greeted it cheerfully.  "Where's your cape?"

"He doesn't sleep in his cape."

"Oh.  So I see."  Cate chuckled and dropped her mouth again to Jon's flat abdomen.  She suckled lightly at his freckled skin, delighting at the ripple of his clenching muscles under her lips.

"Here."  Jon took the sheet from Cate's hand, lifting it higher.

She gave him a playful faux-frown.  "I thought you were asleep."

"I am.  But I wanna watch."

"You can't watch if you're asleep."

"Yes I can.  I'm sleep-watching."

Cate sighed.  "Oh, alright."  She smirked again as she slithered lower on the bed.  Anticipating her shift in position, Jon spread his legs wider, so she could crawl between them.  He held the sheets up higher so Cate could move to the right spot, crouched on her knees between his thighs.  He grinned as she looked up at him and licked her lips.

"You sure you're ready for this?

"Hell, yes."  Jon gasped softly as Cate's mouth closed over his head.  He smiled blissfully down at her as she stared back up at him, the corners of her mouth curved upward and her blue eyes sparkling.  "God, Baby.  I love you."

She released him from her mouth.  "I love you, too."

"Yeah, yeah. Okay.  Come on, more sucky, less talky..." Jon grinned with his tease, then gasped again as Cate took him into her mouth.

"Ohhhhhhhh.... Mercy, Baby."  Jon groaned blissfully.  "You are fucking fantastic..."

A  loud knock at the door made them freeze. 

"SHIT!"  Jon swore vehemently. Why the fuck was Housekeeping here so damned early?  "COME BACK LATER!"

The knock repeated.  Cate released him from her mouth to speak.  "Maybe it's not..."  She didn't get the thought out before Jon shouted again.

"WE DON'T NEED TOWELS!  COME BACK LATER!"

*****

As he waited outside the door the silver-haired man couldn't suppress a smirk.  It widened to a full-fledged grin when he heard the shouted rebuff from inside the room.  John Senior chuckled and slipped his key card into the electronic slot.

"Housekeeping!" he called in a cracked falsetto.  He chuckled again as his tease was answered by a gruff curse and a feminine squeak, followed by the rustling of bed linens.  John paused in the suite's tiny foyer, allowing a  moment for the couple's modesty.  His gaze dropped to the floor and followed the trail of discarded clothing and accessories across the length of the suite, to the balcony doors. 

"So you are here," he commented casually.  "I told your Mother you would be.  Score one for the Old Man."

"Yeah, Dad.  We're here."

Taking that as his cue John strolled further into the suite, past the privacy wall that blocked the bedroom from the entry.  His grin widened at the sight of his bare-chested eldest son propped against a pile of downy pillows, a swath of white and pastel bedclothes covering his lower half.  He could tell from Jon's tightened jaw and flushed dishevelment he hadn't awakened the couple.  They were most certainly already wide awake.

"Well, Good Morning!"  John Senior leaned casually against the wall.  "I didn't wake you, I hope?"

Jon's lip curled into a slight, silent sneer but his answer was nonchalant.  "Nah.  We were just talking about getting up and around."

"Ah."  John chortled as a lump of tangled linens stirred beside Jon.  "Good morning, Cate."

A tousled auburn head emerged from the covers, near Jon's midsection.  Cate's blue eyes sparkled against her blush-tinged cheeks as she blinked sheepishly at her father-in-law.

"Morning."  He reply was almost apologetic.  "Uh... sorry."  Her lips curved into a guilty little smile.

John raised a brow.  "For what?"  The query was full of gleeful tease, leaving no doubt he knew what morning activity he had interrupted.

"Uh...." Cate shrugged lightly.  "For... hijacking your room.... uh... last night...?"

John Senior waved a hand, dismissing her sheepish apology.  "Don't worry about it."

"Yeah, Cate."  Jon's smirk matched his father's.  "Especially since I paid for it.  Technically it's our room.  And it never woulda happened if Grandma and Grandpa didn't let themselves get manipulated by their Little Shit Grandsons."  He gave his father a mild stink-eye.

The senior Bongiovi snorted, ignoring his son's accusation.  "Well, I guess we did kind of take over your place, so a trade seems fair."  He wagged a playful finger at his son.  "But you should have called your Mother and let her know you weren't coming back to the Villa.  She's been awake since sun-up, clucking like a nervous hen.  Especially since you won't answer your phone. "

Jon instinctively cringed at the gentle rebuke.  He had no doubt his father was here at his Mother's insistence.  Even though all her sons were grown men Carol Bongiovi still insisted on knowing their whereabouts, even from afar.  He sighed and dragged a hand through his hair before turning his head to scan the room.

"Yeah, sorry about that.  I don't even know where my phone is... and I sure as hell didn't hear it ringing..."

Cate's gaze followed Jon's, quickly sweeping the room.  Her cheeks heated again as she mentally catalogued the evidence of their passionate evening: 

Jon's belt snaking across the carpet, his wallet laying open nearby...

Her skirt puddled on the floor next to the dresser......

His shirt clinging to the bottom corner of the mattress...

Her brassiere and blouse tangled among the glassware on the bar top...

His jeans wadded beside an overturned chair, her stiletto-heeled pumps lying askew beside the dark denim... 

The contents of her bag spilled across the floor with the scattered remains of the bowl of gardenias....

And most damning, the shredded swatch of sheer black fabric that once constituted her panties, hanging from the carved wooden arm of the chair Jon had bent her over last night.

Cate swallowed hard and pulled the covers up to her chin, trying to shrink from her father-in-law's amused grin.  There was no way he could miss the tattered remains of her underwear, and there was no doubt he would easily surmise how their destruction had come about.

John Senior's bright blue eyes twinkled as he swept the room with a cursory glance, then returned his gaze to his son.  The men shared a knowing look, the son's mouth turning into a wry, self-satisfied smirk.  The father laughed softly.  Even at a half-century in age, Jon still apparently possessed the energy of his youth.

John's smile gentled as he glanced at Cate, who was now almost completely concealed beneath the bedcovers.  Though his daughter-in-law wasn't prudish by any means, John didn't want to make her more uncomfortable.  Quickly his attention returned to Jon.

"See?  Just like I told your Mother.  Your battery died, so did Cate's.  That's why you didn't answer.  And of course you put a "do not disturb" on your room phone.  That's what people do when they want to get a good night's sleep."  He couldn't resist a wink to emphasize his point.

Jon grinned, nodding along with his father's explanation.  "Exactly.  And I was just getting ready to call her when you showed up."

"I'm sure you were, Son."  John's grin mirrored his son's and he nodded back.  He levered himself away from the wall and checked his watch.  "Okay.  So, I'm gonna go get a cup of coffee downstairs.  I'll call your Mother and let her know you're alive.  Come on down when you're.... done."  He chuckled.  "Then we'll go face the music together."  He turned toward the door, pausing when he heard Cate's soft voice.

"John, really.  We're sorry we made you and Carol worry."

John turned back to give his son's wife a smile.  "Worry?  I wasn't worried.  I know my Boy."  He wagged a playful brow.  "He was out on the town with a sexy redhead wearing a short skirt and high heels.  Things were bound to happen.  And I don't blame him... Not one bit."

Again Cate blushed, shrugging with her sheepish grin.  "Yeah, well..."

"Oh, Baby... relax. This ain't the first time my Dad's walked into a hotel and found me in bed with a hot chick."  To accent his playful boast Jon raised his arms, linking his hands behind his head.  He gave Cate a cheeky smirk.  "Or two or three."

"But you, My Dear, are by far the classiest." John added kindly, giving Cate a little nod.  "Glad he was smart enough to hang on to you."

Cate's heart squeezed at the sweet remark.  "Thank you," she breathed, her embarrassment still evident though she knew she shouldn't feel guilty.  She and Jon were married, after all.

John nodded and gave the couple another wink before turning again to the door.  "See you downstairs.  Take your time."  With that he exited the suite, stooping to retrieve the newspaper from the hallway floor before fully closing the heavy hotel room door.  As he straightened John heard a musical giggle followed by a husky growl.  Then the door clicked shut.

Chortling to himself the senior Bongiovi started down the hallway, fishing his phone from the pocket of his cargo shorts as he ambled.  He folded the newspaper under his arm and scrolled idly through his messages while he waited for the elevator, then pulled up a contact profile while he rode the car to the first floor. 

As he wandered through the Grand Floridian's spacious lobby toward the Cafe, John dialed the number.  As he expected, it rang only once before he heard a breathless demand of an answer.

"Yes, Dear.  Just like I told you.  They're in our room."

John approached the hostess stand and gave the pretty young attendant the signal for "table for one."  He followed her through the cafe, his gaze dropping briefly to appreciate the sway of her shapely hips as his wife's voice chattered in his ear.  After mouthing a request for coffee, John Senior dropped his paper on the table and settled into a chair.  Still boredly half-listening, he glanced out the window at the bright water of the sun-sparkled lagoon.

"No... Carol, listen.  Their phones don't work.  Batteries ran outta juice.  Huh?...  Last night, I guess....  Their chargers were at the Cabin, so how could they plug them in?  It ain't like Jonny walks around with one in his pocket."  He sighed and looked around the cafe.

"Carol... Carol!  Just... you stay put for awhile.  Watch the animals with Jakey and Romey.  Jonny and Cate are gonna meet me at the coffee shop, then we'll come back over." 

John rolled his eyes, then smiled at the waitress who appeared at his side bearing a white carafe of coffee.  He waited as she filled his cup, then gave her a quiet "Thanks, honey," before re-engaging his wife.

"No, Mother, I'm not in the room right now.  I'm in the coffee shop."  John tore open a yellow sugar packet and dumped its contents into his cup.  "Well, why do you think?"  He snorted softly as he stirred his coffee, his mouth again curving with reference to his son's likely current activity.  He took a sip before adding a splash of cream to the brew.

"Carol, listen to me."  John sighed, patiently waiting for his wife to take a breath.  "We'll be there in awhile, okay?  Don't bring the Boys here.  Just get 'em ready to go to Magic Kingdom.  After Jonny and Cate get back there you and I can come back here to the room and change, then meet up with them at the park.  There's no damned hurry; we have all day."  He took another sip, this time nodding his satisfaction with his coffee's sweetness.

"Well, I don't know!  An hour, maybe?"  John rolled his eyes as he listened to his wife's stringent rebuttal.  For a Mother who had survived raising three red-blooded American teenage boys, one of whom became an international sex symbol, the woman sure couldn't take a hint.

"What?"  John snickered softly at Carol's query.  "How do I know they need to come back to the Villa?  Because, Carol.  They need to change their clothes.  Put on clean ones, ya know?  And I'm pretty sure Cate needs new panties."  He couldn't resist adding a half-joking, half-honest caveat that he knew would make her get the point.

"And they need to get Housekeeping into our room, too.  You know, to change the sheets?"  John grinned at the expected faux-shocked outburst and scolding.  He let her go for a minute before offering his placation.

"Oh, Mother... calm down.  You know perfectly well why they didn't come back last night.  You knew last night that they'd stay out on their own, with us sleeping over there with the Boys.  That's why you insisted I call and text them to let them know where we were.  After all these years you don't think I know how your devious little mind works?"  John chuckled into the phone, softening his accusation.

He listened to her tart reply, then chortled again.  "Well, Carol... if you want another Grandbaby you gotta let 'em do what they need to do.  Even if it's in your bed.  And all I gotta say to that is... I told you so.  See you in an hour."

With a smug grin John switched off his phone and picked up his coffee cup.