Chapter 38

When Jon stopped they were under a pier, obscured from view by thick wooden support posts and seemingly strategically placed rocks. He’d been here on more than one occasion back in his younger days and he knew no one could see them unless they knew where to look. He backed Cilla against one of the thick posts and his mouth came down on hers demandingly. His hands roamed her up and down, cupping her ass and dragging her against him. He rolled his hips against her, groaning as she fit herself to him.

The teddy bear fell from Cilla’s fingers as her hands slid up under his shirt and along his strong, smooth back. Their kisses became frantic and Jon urged Cilla down to the sand. Again he pushed and tugged at her clothes, his hands and mouth feasting on her soft smooth flesh. This was crazy, he knew it was crazy and reckless to be here with her like this, but it didn’t seem to matter. He flicked his tongue across her taut nipple and she arched up, offering him more. She was what mattered.

His mouth found hers again as his hands worked the button and zipper on her pants. He felt her hands move over him, nimble fingers pushing at his shirt, skating across his chest, sliding down his sides, leaving him quaking. He pulled his mouth from hers and knelt up, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside, his eyes never leaving her face. She looked up at him, her gray eyes had gone smoky with arousal; her tongue snaked out to lick her lips as she sat up and pressed a kiss to the middle of his chest.

With Jon’s fingers tangled in her hair, Cilla pressed open-mouthed kisses down across his stomach, tracing his navel with the tip of her tongue before pausing at the button of his jeans. Jon closed his eyes and waited, wondering what she would do. He felt her open his pants and push them over his hips, felt her small hand wrap around him and her name escaped his lips before he could stop it when she took him into her warm mouth.

Jon’s head dropped back as felt her take him deeper and when he hit the back of her throat he groaned. “Jesus Cil.” She swallowed and he had all he could do to keep from coming right then. How could she think she wasn’t good at this?! The closer she brought him to release the tighter his grip got on her hair until he had to urge her away.

Dragging the tip of her tongue up the length of him she kissed the tip and looked up at him, his eyes were dark and his face was tight, trying to hold on to the last shred of his control, “did I do something wrong?” He shook his head “absolutely not” he told her and pushed her down onto the sand.

He pulled at her pants, dragging them down until he had freed one leg. She opened for him and as the waves crashed near their feet he drove into her, catching her as she arched up to meet him, their groans of pleasure getting lost in the next crash of the waves. With an arm wrapped around her waist, he lowered her back to the sand, keeping her tight against him. With short, hard thrusts he pounded her warm, willing flesh, grinding against her on each downward stroke. They came together, their cries of release mingling with the call of the gulls overhead.

Jon collapsed to the sand next to Cilla, turning to gather her close. “Sweets?” She kissed his shoulder and looked up at him, “hmmm, what?” He brushed at the sand that was clinging to her skin, “we need a shower.” She giggled and rolled over, “what, you don’t like having sand stuck to you?”

He sat up and brushed at the sand, “not in the places that it’s starting to stick.” He got to his knees and turned, “can you get it off my ass please?” She pulled her cami back down and reached over to brush the worst of it off. “You’re right, you need a shower.” He stood and pulled his jeans up before retrieving and brushing the sand off her bear as she righted her clothes.

When they had most of the sand off and they were dressed again Jon took her hand and led her back toward the car. As Jon pointed the car back toward the City he reached across the seat and took Cilla’s hand, “Sweets, will you stay with me tonight at my place?” She sighed and squeezed his fingers, “you know I have to work tomorrow, right?” He nodded, “I know.”

The battle between wanting to be with him and her responsibilities to her shop raged in her head, “all right, I’ll stay, but no trying to get me to play hooky again tomorrow. I can’t do that to Sid, or to my customers.”

Jon hid his smile; he was planning on trying to persuade her to do just that. He’d have to just be a bit sneakier about it now.