THREE

Cate’s eyelids fluttered open, letting in the dusky light.  She squinted for a moment, trying to focus. 

Her lips curved into a gentle smile as a beautiful sight swam into view.  Jon was reclining, bare-chested and scruffy, in one of the chairs in the bedroom’s sitting area.  He held the golden Takamine cradled in his arms, a quiet melody singing from his fingers on the strings.  Cate sighed softly.

“Hey, Beautiful.”  His voice was soft and whiskey-rough with morning. 

“Hey.”  Cate blinked sleepily, not yet ready to move from her warm nest in the big four-poster bed.  She sighed again, letting Jon’s music wash over her.  She didn’t recognize the tune, if it even was a song.  Whatever it was, it was pretty.

Jon stopped playing and smiled at Cate.  “You awake?”

“Mmm Hmm.  Just listening.  What is that?  It’s nice.”

“Nothing.  Just fooling around.”  Jon chuckled quietly.  “This is my lucky spot.”

Cate’s brow furrowed as she tried to understand what he meant.  “Huh?”

Jon grinned and softly picked out a familiar note on the Takamine.  “It’s my lucky spot.  Last time I sat here and wrote a song it was a hit.”

Cate stretched, then pushed herself up on one elbow.  Her shift in position made the pale blue sheets slide downward, revealing the swell of her breasts.  She blinked again, confused.  “What?”

With a soft chortle Jon slid the guitar from his lap, propping it against the facing empty chair.  “Last time I sat here…”  He pushed himself out of the chair and moved over to the bed, settling on its edge beside Cate.  “I sat and watched you sleep.”

He reached out to stroke a long strand of chestnut hair that trailed over Cate’s bare shoulder.  “You were so peaceful and beautiful, like just now.  But inside you were scared.  You were afraid to fall for me, because of everything that happened to you in the past.” 

Jon raised his hand to trace the line of her jaw with a gentle finger.  “I sat here watching you, and that’s when ‘Superman’ came to me.  You were my Muse, Cate.  And you have been ever since.”

Cate’s heart squeezed at Jon’s sweet explanation.  She remembered that morning, waking up with Jon.  And she knew he had written Superman Tonight for her.  But he had never told her about the catalyst that sparked his creativity, that inspired him to conjure up those beautiful, heartbreaking, hopeful lyrics. 

Cate smiled gently and turned her face to kiss his palm.  “You remember the first morning I woke up with you here?”  She chuckled softly.  “On the deck?”

Jon grimaced. “Yeah.  That was painful.”  He chortled at the memory of the aftermath of their first date.  The three bottles of red wine they consumed as they sang and danced and laughed and talked and kissed the night away had made for an uncomfortable morning.  His smile gentled.  “And I remember that next morning, when I had that early phone call with my agent and I slipped back into bed with you…”  Jon’s blue eyes sparkled as he pulled at the bed linens covering Cate’s body.

“Mmmm….. yeah.  I remember that too.”  Cate lifted the edge of the covers, inviting him in.

Jon grinned and rose from his seat on the edge of the bed.  His eyes didn’t leave Cate’s as he pushed at the waist of his grey running shorts, guiding them down his thighs and letting them drop to the floor.  Kicking the garment aside, Jon slipped under the sheets, into Cate’s warm nest of downy bedding.  He growled softly and reached for her, sighing with contentment as she molded her warm curves to his firm muscles.

“Now let’s see… if memory serves…” Cate murmured against Jon’s ear.  She slipped her lips across his softly-stubbled jaw until her mouth met his and their tongues entwined in a familiar, slow dance.

“Mmmm…. Hello, Baby….”  Jon swept his hand slowly up Cate’s warm back, his fingers tracing the ridge of her spine.  He tangled his fingers into her thick, silky auburn mane and sighed.  Jon continued to kiss Cate sweetly, gently, as his arousal grew.  He smiled against her mouth when he felt her hand slip down from his hip to firmly encircle his shaft.

Pulling Cate closer against him, Jon slowly rolled onto his back.  He sighed blissfully at the welcome feel of her warm, soft body covering his.  Cate let out a happy purr and raised her face to look at him.  They smiled at each other for a long moment, their eyes swirling together in the wonderfully familiar dance of rising passion.

Raising her hands to Jon’s chest, Cate pushed against his firm pecs to lever herself upright.  Her thighs opened to straddle Jon’s hips, her knees bending beneath her as she drew them up to support her weight.  Cate let out another happy growl when she felt the velvety skin of Jon’s hard cock slide against her moist lips as she positioned herself on top of him.  The soft blue sheets slipped from her body and puddled behind her on Jon’s thighs.

Jon’s lips parted in a husky groan of contentment as he watched Cate move on top of him.  His pulse quickened while his eyes drank in the vision of his wife’s beautiful nude body, shrouded by shining waves of copper and mahogany as her hair tumbled over her shoulders and breasts.  He groaned softly when he saw her nipples contract, tightening to firm, rosy points at the brush of the morning air over their sensitive flesh.

Jon raised his gaze to Cate’s face, his smile gentling as he watched passion’s blush wash over her lovely features.  In the soft morning light she seemed to glow with contentment.  She looked exactly as he remembered her from that passionate morning, all those months ago, when their souls had entwined as their bodies danced.  “Do you remember?” he whispered.  “What I called you?”

Cate smiled tenderly down at Jon, her sapphire eyes glowing.  She nodded, her auburn locks rippling with the movement.  Cate reached a hand forward to trace her fingertips lightly through the silver fur blanketing Jon’s chest.  “You called me your Angel.”  Her voice was soft and gentle, with just a tiny tremble of emotion.

“My Angel,” Jon repeated softly, his eyes moistening at the memory.  Pushing himself up onto his elbows, Jon curled his torso up until he was sitting, his hands gently gripping Cate’s hips.  “Oh, Cate…” Jon breathed as he lowered his head, burying his face in the valley between her breasts. 

Cate smiled and raised a hand to tangle in Jon’s hair as he licked and and kissed at her warm skin.  “Jonny…” she sighed.  She arched toward his mouth, her shift in position causing her moist lips to slide along his rigid length.  Jon gasped softly at the sensation, then chuckled against her flesh.  He moved his mouth up the side of one breast and drew in her nipple, gently swirling his tongue around the stiff peak.

With a happy groan Cate led her head fall back, her hair slipping over her shoulders and tumbling down her back.  Arching her back a little more, Cate reached behind her to brace her hands on Jon’s firm thighs, kneading them with her fingers as she reveled in the workings of Jon’s clever lips.  

She began to pulse her hips against Jon’s lap, sliding her wet core along his cock.  Jon growled in response and moved his mouth to her other breast, pulling her nipple between his lips and sucking more greedily at it as his arousal heightened.

“Oh!” Cate squeaked softly as Jon’s teeth closed lightly around her nipple.  She raised her head and sat up straight, her hands moving to Jon’s shoulders.  “Lay back, Baby.”

Jon complied, his fingers tightening around her hips and urging her forward as he curled back against the bed.   Cate groaned appreciatively as she watched his abs ripple with the movement.  “Jesus, Baby.  Your body is just…”

“Not nearly as beautiful as yours,” Jon chuckled huskily, cutting her off.  He settled back against the pillows and gave her a smoldering stare.  “Baby…”

Cate smiled, recognizing his need.  Bracing her hands lightly against Jon’s pecs she leaned forward, tipping her hips and sliding along the full length of his shaft. 

Jon’s eyes rolled back, then fluttered closed as a low moan rumbled from his throat.  Cate held still for a moment, then raised her hips away from his.  Jon inhaled and held his breath, sucking his lower lip between his teeth, knowing what was coming.  

Cate chuckled throatily and rocked her pelvis backward until she felt his engorged head against her entrance.  With a long, blissful sigh she sank down on him, drawing Jon slowly inside her.

“Oh…. Christ, Baby….” Jon’s fingers tightened on Cate’s hips as he tensed inside her.  He forced his eyes open and focused on her face, watching her watch him.  He let out another little whimper as Cate pushed against his chest, levering herself more fully upright until she sat astride him.   

“Jonny… you feel so good.”  A sensual smile curled Cate’s lips as she rolled her hips in a slow circle, feeling him flex and pulse inside her as she moved.   Jon gasped, then let out a long, happy growl.  He pulled his hands from her hips and held them up, palms open.

Cate pressed her palms to his, sighing as his long fingers twined between hers and clasped around her hands.  She purred softly as Jon held her hands, helping steady her balance as she began to pulse up and down on his shaft.

“Oh… Cate….” Jon drew in a shuddering breath as his cock twitched inside her, warning of its impending eruption.  He grinned as he watched Cate’s breasts bob enticingly with her rhythmic gyrations as she rode him.  She smiled back at him, their eyes locking and their souls melding as their bodies danced.

For several long, blissful minutes Jon and Cate moved together, his glutes and thighs tensing with his upward pulses as she rocked back and forth against his crotch.  With her every sway Jon growled softly, relishing the sensations she evoked in him.  He grunted as Cate unexpectedly shifted her position to lean back, her grip on his hands tightening as she sought to maintain her balance.

“Baby… Oh GOD!”  Jon yelped as the new angle flexed his cock inside her and he felt the firm fleshy curves of her ass cheeks press against his balls.  “Cate!”

“Hang on, Baby…” she gasped as an electric charge bolted through her synapses, the result of her shift.  “Just… just for a minute…”  Her eyes slipped closed as her breathing accelerated and shallowed.  “Oh God…” 

Jon felt Cate’s thighs tremble against his hips as she tightened around him, her climax nearing.  “Come on, Baby…” he urged huskily.  “Let go…”  He moaned softly as he thrusted upward against her, feeling fire racing up his spine as again his balls bounced against her cheeks.  He squeezed her hands hard, urging her to give over to her body.

Cate tossed her head back and let out a long wail.  “Oh…  GOD!  Oh, JONNNNNN!!!!!”  She gyrated furiously against his lap then convulsed, her thighs quivering and her walls contracting around his cock as her orgasm rushed over her.  Her eyes squeezed shut as she savored the ecstasy of her release, its hot flush spreading throughout her body.

Jon groaned with relief as he let himself go, allowing his seed to surge forth to mingle with her juices.  The force of his ejaculation sent a shudder throughout his entire body, followed by a relieved slump of relaxation.  He panted raggedly as his eyes slipped closed and he smiled with satisfaction.  “Ahhhh….”  His grip on Cate’s hands relaxed but he didn’t let go, his fingers remaining lovingly twined with hers.

Cate sat astride Jon for a long minute, feeling him twitch under and inside her as she struggled to slow her pounding pulse.  Dropping her chin to her chest, she opened her eyes.  She smiled when she focused on Jon’s beautiful face, his expression one of delighted relief.  Cate gazed down at her husband and felt her heart squeeze with affection for the millionth time since they had found each other. 

“You okay?”

Jon purred happily.  “I’m perfect.”  His sandy lashes fluttered and he opened his eyes to look at Cate.  He drew in a deep breath, then sighed.  “Good morning, Angel.”

Cate chuckled softly.  “Good morning, Superman.”  Gently untangling her fingers from Jon’s she leaned forward, bracing her hands on the bed beside Jon’s shoulders as she carefully dismounted him.  Jon chortled softly and placed a kiss on her breast as it grazed his chin. 

He purred again as Cate shifted on the bed to snuggle beside him, resting her head on his chest.  Jon tightened his arm around Cate, hugging her gently.  “So, was that as good as you remember?” 

“Better.” Cate smiled and turned her face to press a kiss against Jon’s pec.

Jon chortled softly.  “Hmmm.  I say we call it a tie.  We can have the tiebreaker tomorrow morning.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”  Cate traced a fingertip down Jon’s stomach, circling his navel.  She chuckled when he flinched at the tickle.  “So, what’s on the agenda today?”

“Mmmm.  Sex.  And more sex.  And then later…. Sex.”

Cate grinned as Jon’s tease rumbled in his chest, under her ear.  “We don’t get to eat?”

“Room service.”  Jon gave Cate another little squeeze and laughed gently.  “Naw.  I thought maybe we’d go have lunch at that little café you like, then we’re going to the stables over on Jekyll Island.”

Cate raised her head to look at him, surprised.  “Stables?”  An eager smile curved her lips.

Jon grinned at her excitement.  “Yeah, stables.  I know you love to ride, and you haven’t had much of a chance lately, so I thought it would be something fun to do together.”  He chuckled softly.  “Then, because I know I’ll be sore as hell tomorrow, we’re coming back here for a massage.  It’s pre-emptive therapy.”

Cate laughed and leaned up to give Jon a sweet kiss.  “Baby, that sounds fantastic.”  Her smile gentled as she reached up to trace her finger along his stubbled jaw.  “Thank you for all this, for this wonderful weekend.  It’s just what I needed.”

“Welcome, Baby.”  Jon kissed Cate’s fingertip as she traced it across his lips.  “It’s good to see you smile.” 

They gazed happily at each other for a moment, then Jon gave Cate a light smack on the ass.  “All right.  Come on, Cowgirl.   Let’s get a move on so you can go ride something besides your own personal Italian Stallion.”

Cate giggled and pressed another kiss against Jon’s lips.  “Giddyup, Baby.”