Chapter 13

Determined to chase the ghosts of her past away for her, Jon stood and tugged on Cilla's hand gently, bringing her to her feet.

Standing in front of him, Cilla looked up to find his breathtakingly blue eyes studying her intently, "it's been a long time Jon. I'm not sure I remember what to do." He smiled softly, "I'm not worried darlin'." He trailed his fingertips up her arm, brushing her hair behind her shoulder before fluttering kisses across her forehead. "We'll take it slow."

His hand moved from her shoulder to her chin, tilting it slightly higher before his mouth met hers. His kisses were slow and long, his lips were soft and inviting. Cilla lost herself to his mouth, giving back as much as she was taking. He groaned into her before pulling his head back, "bedroom?" She indicated to a partially shut door, "there."

Dinner lay forgotten on the table as he led her into the bedroom. The soft sounds of the piano from the stereo followed them as the cacophony of the world outside the window greeted them.

They stood next to the bed, Jon flush up against Cilla's back. He ran his hands up from her hips, lightly caressing her sides as his breath ruffled her hair. "Relax Cil" he instructed as his hands moved. She closed her eyes and laid her hands atop his; her fingertips brushed across the back of his hands as they moved over her.

When his hands moved to the hem of her shirt she let hers fall away and he slipped the shirt up and off, revealing a simple white cotton bra underneath. She silently cursed herself for not wearing something prettier for him. Next time. She tensed slightly at that thought. Already thinking about next time? What's the matter with me?

Jon kissed his way across her shoulder, nudging the strap with his nose. He felt her tense. "What's the matter?" he quietly asked as his mouth moved across her skin. "Nothing" she sighed, "just wished I was wearing something prettier." He smiled against her shoulder, "nothing wrong with what you have on, other than it's still on you."

She turned her head and their mouths met as his hand moved to release the catch of her bra. He slid the bra from her, his hands following the straps down her arms, letting it fall to the floor as his hands slid back up her sides, cupping her small round breasts in his hands. His thumbs stroked lightly as the tips puckered and hardened for him. He kissed his way from her mouth to her ear "you're so beautiful" he whispered as he tasted her lobe.

The heat of him behind her and his hands on the front of her had her faltering. Her head dropped back against his shoulder and her hands gripped his thighs as he plucked at her nipples. His mouth was skimming along her neck and shoulder, leaving her trembling. She turned her head to find his mouth again and the kiss was fiery with desperation. She tried to turn to face him but he held her fast, rolling his hips against her. Cilla pulled her mouth from his and whimpered as his hands moved down her sides and across her flat stomach. He stopped before reaching the button of her jeans, caressing the soft skin below her navel with a calloused fingertip.

Jon stepped back from her and slid to his knees behind her, tasting every inch of skin from nape to the waist. He reached around and released the button on her jeans as his tongue stroked across her soft, smooth skin. He eased her jeans down and was surprised to see the tattoo at the small of her back. The scroll work and roses curled across her lower back and intertwined were the words Keep the Faith in fancy script. He traced across it with the tip of his tongue as he pushed her jeans down. He'd ask her about it later.

He kissed the backs of her knees before she stepped out of her jeans and she thought her knees would give out. He steadied her and dragged his tongue lightly up the backs of her thighs as he stood. She trembled as she turned to face him, her hands reached out tentatively for the hem of his shirt and she tugged it up. He pulled it off and she ran her hands over the hard plane of his chest, reveling in the soft hair and the twitch of his muscles. He dragged her close, wrapping his arms around her, tangling his fingers in her hair.

Cilla leaned up and pressed her mouth to his, tongues eagerly exploring. Her hands wandered up and down his back, over his shoulders and down across his chest, stopping to tease the taut nipples before dropping down across his abs to the button his jeans. She slid her hand up and down the length of him; the denim stretched tightly across him, earning her a groan, "Cilla baby, you don't want to be doing that." He pulled her hands away from and urged her back on the bed.

Jon toed off his shoes and peeled his jeans over his hips, pushing them off and joining her on the bed. He stroked her lightly, his fingertips barely touching her skin. "You're so soft" he mumbled as his mouth followed the path his fingers were weaving. When he took a nipple into his mouth she arched off the bed. It had been so long since anyone had made her feel so much.

Jon slid lower on the bed, dragging his mouth down and circling her navel with his tongue. He looked up at Cilla, she had her eyes closed and her breathing was labored. "Cil?" She opened her eyes and met his gaze, "you're sure?" When she nodded he slid her white cotton bikinis down and off, kissing his way back up her legs, her sweet scent drawing him in. He smiled to himself at the slight patch of dark curls that hid her from him. He liked a little hair.

When his tongue grazed over her she nearly lost it. When he suckled on her clit her hips rose from the bed and dots swam in front of her eyes. When he slid a finger into her wet heat she cried out his name as she broke apart. With a final kiss Jon rose over her, she had her eyes closed again. "Cil, look at me." She wasn't sure she could. "Please baby,” he pleaded “look at me." She forced her eyes open, "what?"

A frown marred his beautiful face and he looked chagrined. He wanted this to be special and here he was, no protection in any pocket, having to ask. "Do you have a…" he trailed off as her fingers covered his mouth. "Don't need them. It's okay."

He didn't question her further, they'd talk about it later. Letting the thought go, he slowly, gently slid into her, then eased back, she was tight. He remembered she had said it had been a long time and he didn't want to hurt her. He moved again, slowly filling her and easing back until Cilla thought she couldn't take it anymore. "Jon, please!" He moved again, burying himself in her, "God Cilla, you feel so good."

He didn't move for long moments, savoring the feel of her fisting around him. When she writhed under him he moved, his pace slow and steady; pushing them both closer to the release that was just out of reach. She gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around him, meeting each thrust. She cried out to him, she was so close. He slipped a hand between them and with a flick of his fingers he gave her what she asked for, and he followed close on her heels, spilling into her with a grunt and a groan.