nightmare would be to get pregnant and not know who the father is.”
The dishes only took a few minutes, and I went to the bedroom, undressed, and then walked through the cabin, out the back door onto the screened-in portion of the deck, removed the hot-tub’s lid, turned it on, and climbed in.
Cheyenne followed me out a few minutes later, also naked, and with four towels. I should’ve thought of that.
“Good thinking. You’ve done this before.”
“I have a hot tub on a deck off my master bedroom. The cat thinks I’m crazy.” She sank into the water, and I willed my dick not to get hard yet.
“How do owls feel about water? I researched snowy owls, but even if other owl species swim, I don’t imagine your kind appreciates getting into freezing water.”
“My owl can swim if he has to, but his feathers aren’t waterproof, so they get heavy. We can’t fly until they dry, so we prefer to stay out of the water. As a human, I enjoy the water.” I touched her foot with mine. “Another piece of owl trivia — we fuck either face-to-face or a modified doggie style. The female can lie on her back with her wings spread, and the male fucks her basically like humans fuck. Or, he can come up behind her on a tree branch and do her that way. Either works.”
“Yeah, cat’s only do it kitty style — laying down, the guy behind. I’m glad people have more options. It’s kind of cool that owls do — I wonder if other animals can do it more than one way?”
“Ducks and geese can do it mid-air. Owls can’t manage that.”
“It must be heaven to fly.”
“It is. I make a trip to Canada a few times a year so I can fly to my heart’s content. Dementor and Clean usually go with me, so they can roam in bear form.” I sighed, because there used to be a larger group of us. We’d lost so many people during the battle. It still hurt.
“Why are you sad?” she asked.
“Just remembering the people we lost. What got you into art?”
“I’ve always been an artist. It’s in my blood. I’m just thankful I found a way to support myself with my art.”
We talked for two hours before we got out of the hot tub. We both wanted a cool shower, and I didn’t ask her if she wanted to take one together — I picked her up, threw her over my shoulder, and walked to the bathroom.
She slapped my wet naked ass a few times to try to get me to put her down, and I told her, “You keep that up and I’ll assume you’re asking for a spankin’.”
Three more strikes, harder than the others, and she stopped. Had she thought she wanted one and changed her mind? I had no idea. I held onto her while turning the water on, and I finally stepped into the huge fucking shower and set her on her feet in front of me. Before she could find her balance, I wrapped my arms around her, pressed her against the tile, and leaned down, my lips on hers. I moved a hand up to the back of her head, holding her. Dominating her.
This time, there was no doubt I was controlling the situation, and she opened and let me in. I finally let my dick get hard, and I had to suppress a groan because I hadn’t been this hard in ages. It was on the edge of painful, but that was okay. Damn, I wanted to sink inside this woman.
Maybe I was too used to the sweetbutts, because I wasn’t sure how to get started with her. With the club’s girls, I pointed where I wanted them, pulled a skirt up or pants down, and sank into them.
But this was Cheyenne, and it was supposed to be us together as a couple. As partners.
I’m not sure that’s ever been who I am though. I’ve always just taken what I wanted. I mean, not if they protested, because I’m not interested in rape, but.... fuck. I was overthinking this.
I stepped back. “Do you want to soap me first, or shall I soap you first?”
She grinned. “I’ll go first.”
I stepped out from under the flowing water and held my hands a little away from my body. She grabbed a washcloth from the rack just outside the shower, soaped it up, and leaned to wash my foot, ankle, shin and calf,