Chapter 24

Rolling over in his bed, Jon stretched out his arm and was dismayed to find cold sheets. Without opening his eyes he stretched a little further, trying to find Cilla. When all he encountered was an empty bed he opened his eyes and glanced at the clock. 3:00, where is she? He looked across the room but the bathroom was dark. Did she leave?

Turning on the bedside light his glance flicked to the chair; their clothes were still piled there. He felt the relief wash through him as he realized she hadn't left. He got up and pulled on a pair of sweats before heading out in search of his woman.

The soft glow of the low kitchen light drew him into the room. He smiled when he saw her sitting on one of the stools, his white dress shirt riding high on her thighs, a glass of juice in front of her. "Hey."

Startled, she nearly knocked the glass over as she spun around to face him. "God Jon, you scared me half to death." He walked over and took a sip from the glass before sitting down next to her. "Sorry. What are you doing up anyway?" Cilla sighed, "habit. I'm always up at this time. Usually I'm in the kitchen baking away by now. I can't seem to help it." Jon stroked his fingers up and down her bare thigh, "you're internal clock is set to this time. It's okay. I just got a little nervous when all I found were cold sheets up there."

She turned to face him fully, "did you think I left?" He shrugged his shoulders, his eyes downcast, "I wasn't sure." She put her hand on his arm, "why would you think that?" Again he shrugged his shoulders, "it's happened before." She put her finger under his chin and drew his eyes up from the counter to meet hers, "if I hadn’t wanted to stay I wouldn't have come back here with you earlier Jon."

His eyes brightened, "really?" She nodded, "really." She stroked her thumb across his jaw, the stubble scraping her skin, "I would have at least left you a note." This was a side of Jon she didn't think existed. She had thought that him, of all people, would never be insecure and yet, this made him seem that much more the regular guy he claimed to be.

He curled his fingers around her hand, pulling it to his mouth, kissing her fingertips. "I'm glad you stayed." Her breath caught in her throat as his tongue stroked across the tips of her fingers, "me too." He tugged her from her stool and pulled her close, his mouth finding hers in a soft slow kiss.

As their kisses turned heated, he opened the few buttons she had done up on the shirt, baring her to him. His hands cupped and kneaded her breasts, his thumbs stroking across the hardened tips. Wordlessly he lifted her and set her on the counter in front of him. "Jon?" He looked up at her, "lean back."

His relief at finding her still here urged him on and he spread her legs and settled in between. He kissed and nibbled up the inside of her thighs, the heat and heart of her drawing him in.

At the first touch of his mouth on her, Cilla's head dropped back, her hair pooling on the counter behind her. Her eyes slid shut and she couldn't contain the cry of his name as his tongue slipped inside her. When he pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked her scream echoed around them.

Looking up at her had his already straining cock begging for release. She was glorious in her arousal. Her head was thrown back; her back was arched jutting her breasts forward and her skin was dewy with a light sheen of sweat. Pulling his mouth from her he shoved his pants down and pulled her onto his lap.

Cilla wrapped her arms around him, groaning as she took him all. With his hands on her hips he helped her move. With her hands on his shoulders she moved against him, her breasts brushing against his chest, the hair scraping across the sensitive tips. Her head dropped back and her hair caressed his thighs as his mouth scraped across her throat. She could feel the wave building as he pressed her back slightly and took a nipple into his mouth. "Jon!" He looked up at her "please!" He pulled her hips down and thrust up into her hard, once, twice and their cries of release wrapped around them.

Wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his shoulder she stroked a hand up and down his back. He kissed her head and laced his fingers together at her lower back. "Ready to go back to bed now?" She nodded her head against him, "Oh yeah."