Chapter 23

Changing direction, Cilla fell into step beside Jon. The evening air had cooled slightly and Cilla shivered involuntarily. "Cold Cil?" They had just turned the corner and Jon's building was just up ahead. "A little. I forgot to grab a coat." He shrugged out of his, "here." He wrapped her up and slid his arm around her as they walked through the door. "Better?" She nodded as they stepped into the elevator.

Entering the apartment Jon headed for the kitchen, "make yourself comfortable." Cilla wandered into the living room and stood looking out at the city skyline. Jon turned on some music and came up behind her, handing her a glass. "You okay Cil?" She nodded, "yeah. I'm sorry about tonight Jon. I didn't know that Sid's friend Ted was going to be like that." He took her hand and led her to the couch, "its okay. I get that a lot. It's no big deal."

Jon sat down, one leg stretched out along the couch, "come here." She sat, snuggled between his legs, her head resting on his chest. "I also saw your face when Sid came back with that stack of board games. You don't strike me as the type to spend your evening playing Pictionary or Scene It." He chuckled, "maybe not, but I have been known to spend an hour to two playing Candyland and Chutes and Ladders." Cilla laughed and looked up at him, "the world famous rock star sitting on the floor playing Candyland; imagine what that would do to your image."

Jon wound his hand into her hair and slid it up to the nape of her neck, "I told you before I'm just a regular guy and those games happen to be Jake's favorites. He kicks my ass at Candyland every time too." Cilla closed her eyes as he stroked her neck, "he always gets the lollipop card and I always get stuck by the peanut brittle. I think he cheats." She laughed, "I do believe you're a sore loser. It's just a game Jon."

He slid his hand up higher and unsnapped her barrette, letting her hair fall down around her, "tell that to Jake. He doesn't let me forget from one time to the next that he keeps beating me." Cilla looked up at him, "maybe I should play him. I used to be pretty good at that game."

"I've got a better idea." He eased her off of him and stood, "stay here, I'll be right back." Cilla watched as he went up the stairs, wondering what he had in mind. She slipped his jacket off her shoulders and laid it across the back of the chair and was sipping her wine when she heard him come back down the stairs. "I knew we had this somewhere. I really need to have Jess clean his closet." Cilla turned to find Jon holding Twister in his hands.

She laughed, "I'm no Sarah Jessica Parker, but I'll do my best." Jon set the lid on the table, "you saw that huh?" Cilla nodded and picked up the spinner, "it was my favorite episode that season. I always wondered what it would be like to play this with you." He laid out the mat, took his shoes off and took the spinner from her, setting it on the box, "ready to find out?"

She held up a finger, "just a sec." She took off her sandals and the long top she was wearing, leaving her clad in the camisole and pants, "now I am." Jon swallowed hard as she took her spot across from him, noticing the soft sway of her breasts, "you're not wearing a bra are you?" She cocked her head and her tongue snaked out to lick her bottom lip, "nope. Is there a rule that says I have to?" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "no, let's go."

Several long minutes later they were tangled together and laughing as Cilla took her turn. "Left hand red." Jon moved, his hand caressing her hip as he searched for a spot. Cilla leaned and Jon got an eyeful down her top as her upper armed rested against his inner thigh. She could feel his arousal pressing against her. She deliberately moved her arm and he twitched, nearly losing his balance. "Don't do that."

Cilla tried to turn to look at him and lost her balance and together they landed in a heap on the floor. Amidst their laughter Jon rolled so Cilla was on top of him and he reached over to spin one last time. "Let's see what would have come next." They watched as it came to a stop, "right hand blue." Jon grinned and his hand slid across her blue silk clad butt before gripping her hip, "I win."

Cilla shifted so she was straddling him, and she rolled her hips against him as she leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. "You won so what's your prize?" He smiled wickedly as his fingers walked up her hip to the hem of her top, "I get to pick the next game."

"Oh, and what would that be?" Cilla asked, as she nibbled down his neck.

He nearly stuttered his words when her tongue stroked over his adam's apple. "Strip poker."
Cilla laughed. "I suck at that game."

"Then let's skip the cards and go straight for the stripping." Jon lifted Cilla's camisole off her, carefully checking her face to make sure she was in this game all the way. She nodded slightly before letting her fingers make quick work of the buttons on his shirt. She pulled the tails out of his pants and slid her hands up his chest, her fingers raking through the soft hair before grazing the hard points of his nipples.

Jon wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close as he rolled her under him. He dipped his head, taking her mouth in a slow, burning kiss. Her hands pushed at his shirt and he let her mouth go to pull it off. Dropping the shirt behind him, Jon slid his hands up the blue silk that covered her legs, hooking his fingers in the thin elastic waistband and dragging them off of her. Kissing his way up her legs he paused at lacy blue panties, "now these are pretty."

Cilla picked her head up and looked down at him, "you should see the bra that matches."

Jon stroked his tongue around her navel and up to her breasts, "you should have worn it."

"Next time" she sighed as he licked up under her breast. Her sigh turned to a moan when he sucked the tip into his warm mouth. She nearly came when he moved to tease her other breast before finally claiming her mouth again.

Wrapping her legs around him and gently pushing on his shoulders, Cilla maneuvered them and she was on top, "my turn to play." He watched as she slid down his thighs far enough to get her hands on his belt. She stroked him through his jeans with one hand as she rid him of the belt and opened his pants with the other. His jeans landed in a heap with his shirt as she straddled his thighs again, taking him in her hand. With soft sure strokes she drew him closer to the edge of his control.

"Cilla." The gravel in his voice had her looking up at him and gasping. His eyes were darker than she had remembered, his breathing was labored and there was a fine sheen of sweet on his upper lip. Jon reached and pulled her hand from him, pulling her up his body. He kissed her demandingly as he rolled her under him again, stripping her panties away he buried himself in her wet heat. She arched to meet the welcome intrusion, her muscles clenching around him. "God...fuck... Cil" Jon groaned as he moved in her. Cilla wrapped her legs around him, meeting his every thrust and together they rode the wave of their release.

Breathing heavily, Jon moved off Cilla, moving to lay next to her. She rolled to her side to look up at him, "I think I won that time." Jon opened his eyes and looked at her, "how do you figure that?" She smiled, "all your chips are in my pot." Jon couldn't help but laugh.