Chapter 41

Cilla handed Jon her key, "go ahead on up and I'll be there in a minute. I just want to tidy up a bit." He took the key, "I could help" he told her with a leer. She chuckled and pushed him toward the door, "I don't think so. I'll just be a couple minutes." With a playful pout he disappeared out the door and up the stairs.

Ten minutes later Cilla walked into her apartment to soft music coming from the stereo and the sound of water running in the bathroom. Leaving her shoes at the door she stripped off her clothes on the way to the bedroom and went to join Jon in the bathroom. She stopped at the door. There were candles lit around the room and Jon, a gloriously naked Jon, was standing next to the tub that was rapidly filling with steamy, fragrant hot water holding a glass of wine out to her.

Cilla's eyes filled and she didn't know what to say. No one had ever done anything like this for her before. She walked toward him and took the offered glass. "Thank you." He stroked his fingers up and down her arm, "what's wrong Sweets, don't you like it?" She set her glass down and wrapped her arms around him, "I love it. No one has ever done anything like this for me before."

He cupped her face with his hand and stroked his thumb across her cheek, "well then, you're in for a treat. Tonight, it's all about you Sweets." He pressed a kiss to her lips took her hand and together they settled in the tub, her back pressed up against his front, her head resting on his chest.

With gentle fingers Jon pulled the band from her hair, running his fingers through the long dark mass, caressing her scalp, letting the thick locks float down over one shoulder. Dipping his head he nipped across her other shoulder and up the graceful length of her neck, smiling when he felt her tremble against him. When his tongue dipped into the hollow between her neck and shoulder and stroked lightly over her collarbone, Cilla whimpered.

Turning her head their mouths met in a tortuously slow kiss. Jon’s hands slid over her, cupping her breasts, kneading them gently, tugging at the hardened tips. When she shifted against him, he slid his right hand lower, teasing her clit before slipping his fingers along her slit. Even in the warm water he could feel the heat coming from her.

When he slid two fingers inside she pulled her mouth from his and her hips bucked. “Jon.” He shushed her, “shh, easy baby.” He stroked her slowly, sliding his fingers out to tickle her clit every so often. She was shifting restlessly against him, straining for a harder touch. “Jon, please.” He nipped at her neck and shoulder and kept his motions frustratingly light. “We’ve got all night baby” he whispered against her skin.

Cilla closed her eyes and shuddered as his breath ghosted across her skin. He had her so wound up she was sure to burst at any time. Every time she moved against him she could feel the hard length of him pressing against her back. She reached behind her and stroked her fingers across the tip of him, just a teasing touch, like he was doing to her. When she felt his teeth scrape across her shoulder, she pushed his hand away from her and turned, straddling him. Reaching between them she guided him, sinking down onto his lap, trembling as every inch of him filled her completely.

Jon’s head fell back and his eyes closed against the ecstasy of being enveloped in her tight, wet heat. He fought against the urge to hurry her pace as she rocked slowly against him. His hands slid up her body caressing the soft curve of her breasts, teasing the pebble hard nipples. Leaning up he sucked one of the rosy hardened points into his mouth as he thrust up hard into her. Cilla’s fingers threaded through the honey brown strands of his hair to hold him to her as she ground herself against him, groaning as her orgasm coursed through her.

Jon let her nipple go, groaning when she rocked against him, as she fisted even tighter around him, he cried out as her muscles drained him of all he had.

Leaning against the back of the tub, he cradled Cilla against him, his hand stroking idly up and down her back. She kissed lightly at his neck, giggling quietly. Jon pushed her back so he could see her face, "what's so funny?" Here they were still intimately joined, the afterglow not fully worn off yet and she was laughing?

Cilla kissed his lips, "you smell like me, all sweet and flowery." He closed his eyes and smiled as he shook his head, "I like how you smell Sweets." She nestled herself against him again, "it's not very manly for you though." He turned his head and kissed her ear, tracing the shell with his tongue, "I don't mind."

With a last kiss Jon helped her off his lap and reached down to pull the plug on the drain, "come on, I've got plans for the rest of the evening and they don't include us being all wrinkly."