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She bit her lower lip and nodded. “Jack, I think you just asked me to be your girlfriend, in a very round about way. I don’t want to play games. I want you now, and tomorrow, and…” her voice faded out. “I’ve extended my deadline a week. If we’re going to be long distance, we need to make the most of this week.”
All the tension that had built up since Henri arrived had come to a boiling point. I dropped to my knees and kissed her skin just below her belly button. She arched her head back and let out a moan as I moved lower until I was kissing the slippery fabric of the bikini bottoms. Hooking my fingers in the sides, I pulled the bathing suit to the floor and she stepped out of it.
There wasn’t any romantic music, just the hiss of the steam on the rocks and the crackle of the wood in the stove. I stood and kissed her softly and passionately. “Henri.” I growled. “I’ll make love to you later tonight when we’re under the quilts.”
“Oh.” Her voice was soft. “I thought…” she didn’t finish her sentence.
I held onto her arm and turned her so I could kiss the back of her neck. “Right now, I think we should fuck.”
Henri looked over her shoulder, then her lips widened. “Hell yeah, we should.”
I knew Henri had an edge to her, but I wondered, just how edgy? I was excited to find out. With Henri I could have it all – sweet and slow, or hard and rough -or any combination. I cupped her breasts with both of my hands and she reached her hands behind her to rest on my head. She was writhing in my arms as I kissed her neck. She arched her back, pressing her sweet naked ass against my cock. I groaned with the added pressure.
“Have you got any condoms in that picnic basket?” she continued to press against me.
“Yeah, give me a second.” I had debated on bringing them, having sex in the sauna had always been a fantasy of mine, so I threw them in at the last minute. I sure as hell was grateful I’d let my horny self pack the basket.
Henri tore the foil wrapper open and as she rolled the rubber onto me, my legs trembled like the last of the Aspen leaves in a fall windstorm.
“Fuck me, Jack.” Henri turned and planted her palms on the bench seat of the sauna and looked over her shoulder at me.
“You don’t have to tell me twice. You are so fucking sexy, Henri.”
Dimples dented her cheeks as she smiled. “Well, I am in a sauna.”
I loved her jokes, and how she was both sweet and salty, like a shortbread cookie. My hands gripped her hips. I squeezed her muscular ass and my vision flashed with stars as I pushed into her. Henri gasped and arched her back like a bow. She took my hand from her hip and guided it to her braid. I wound the braid around my fist and Henri let out a sweet moan as I gave it a light tug.
Two simultaneous orgasms later, Henri and I were sweatier than I imagined possible. Having sex in a sauna sounds like a good idea in theory, and I’m sure there are some health benefits, but we collapsed onto the bench panting, likely on the verge of hyperthermia.
“That was incredible Jack Lumber.” Henri was lying on her back on the lowest bench. “I’m so hot.”
I helped her to her feet. “I know how to fix that.”
She kissed me and my cock twitched. She must have felt it because she raised her eyebrows. “Again?”
“I think that we need a reset.”
“What kind of reset?” She sounded out of breath.
A blast of arctic air interrupted us as I opened the sauna door. “This kind.” I pointed to the river.
“You’re a crazy bastard, Jack Lumber.” Henri slipped her hand into mine. “Let’s go.”
That nightI learned that the perfect recipe for sleep is sauna, sex, icy plunges in a mountain stream; followed by sweet slow sex and sandwiches in bed.
I woke up feeling more rested and complete than I had in years. Henri was breathing heavily, her hair still damp from the dip in the river.
With the propane stove lit and the percolator filled with coffee grinds, I slipped back into bed. Henri murmured and nuzzled into my chest. “Good morning, Jack.”
“Good morning, Henri.” I kissed her forehead. “How did you sleep?”
She stretched her legs out long and her arms overhead. “Incredible. It’s so quiet out here. And dark. In the city there’s a streetlight outside my window and my neighbor’s car alarm goes off every morning like clockwork,” she sighed. “I don’t even have to set an alarm – that’s a plus, I guess.”
“At the main house the rooster wakes me up. And, sometimes the moon shines right in the window. So, it’s almost the same.”
Henri sighed. “It’s not the same at all. I’m actually getting kind of tired of it. I’ve never really felt quiet and solitude like this, Jack.” She took a sip of water from the glass beside the bed. “Could you picture yourself in L.A.?”
Was this a hypothetical question? It was best to be honest. “No.”
