Chapter 52

With a finger and thumb Jon rubbed his eyes, it couldn’t be. She wasn’t really here; he had to be seeing things. He just missed her so bad that his brain wanted him to believe she was actually standing there next to his best friend. His eyes flitted to Richie and then back to the woman standing at his side, “Sweets?”

Before Cilla could get the “Jonny” out of her mouth, a hand reached out and she was dragged against his hard unyielding body. “God Sweets,” he whispered “you really are here.” The words tumbled out, not quite a question yet not a statement, as his arms wrapped around her.

Richie moved past them, taking the box from Cilla’s hands and dragging her suitcase into the room. Coming back to the door Jon and Cilla hadn’t moved but for her wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Jon pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes never leaving her face as he spoke to Richie. “Thanks man, now get the hell out.”

Before the door clicked shut Jon had his hands fisted in the dark mass of her hair and his mouth was hot and hungry on hers. The flavor of her washed through him as his tongue swept inside her mouth, quenching the deep, consuming need he had for the taste, the touch, the scent of this woman. His hands combed through her hair and roamed over her, tugging at her shirt, buttons popping in his haste to touch her, to feel her skin against his.

With Jon’s urgency feeding her own, Cilla fisted her hands on his shoulders, gripping his t-shirt, tugging at it, the seams rending as she fought to pull it off of him. To want and to be wanted like this she was sure she had never felt like this before. She closed her eyes, and before the shirt hit the floor her mouth found a flat, hard male nipple and she worried it with her tongue; their phone play brought to life.

Jon growled low and held her to him, pulling her mouth up to his as he moved them through the room. They bumped and knocked their way toward the bed, their clothes a trail from the door to the bed. With a less than gentle shove Cilla landed on the bed. Gentleness would come later; right now he needed her, needed to be inside her, needed to feel her all around him.

Before she could catch her breath Jon was there, over her, in her, filling her, surrounding her. Easing the ache that had been with her since he left three weeks ago. Wrapping her arms around him, gripping him with her thighs, Cilla met every furious thrust of his hips, screaming as he pushed her into release; hearing him groan her name through his.

Tangled together Jon had his head nuzzled in Cilla's neck, "God Sweets.” She nodded her head, “hmmm mmmm.” He rolled to his back, dragging her with him, tucking her in to his side. She rested her head against his chest, her leg twisted with his, his fingers stroking idly along her hip. More content than he could explain, Jon smiled and kissed the top of Cilla’s head. “I can’t believe you’re here.” She smiled and toyed with the hair on his chest, “me either.”

They were lying on top of the blankets and Cilla shivered as her body cooled. Jon hugged her tighter against him, “cold Sweets?” She nodded, “a little.” He reached behind him and with a little finagling they managed to get under the blankets. “Better?” he asked as his hands played over her. She nodded as she trailed her lips across his jaw. Her lips found his in a slow, easy kiss. They savored each other’s taste, their tongues lazily dancing around each other.

Jon’s hands moved over her, relearning her curves, her shape, her softness. Where they had rushed before, now he lingered, now that the initial rush of passion had ebbed, he could, would take his time, showing her just how much he had missed her.

Cilla sighed softly as his fingertips whispered over her; she had never had such attention lavished on her. She trembled as he explored, his mouth left hers, trailing down her neck, licking tentatively along her collarbone. She moved restlessly when his tongue circled a taut nipple and he sucked it gently into his mouth.

Finding her hands at her sides, Jon laced their fingers together as he moved down her body. Pressing her legs apart he traced a path from the inside of her knees, the tip of his tongue trailing lightly up the inside of her thighs, then higher, over her slick center.

When she would have pulled her hands from his and combed her fingers into his hair to pull him away, he held fast. “No Sweets, like this, cum for me like this.” He continued his assault, her flavor like a drug he would never be able to get enough of. Her fingers tightened in his as he pushed her further, higher. Her release washed over her like a wave, Jon’s name both an oath and a prayer off her lips.

Letting her hands go, Jon moved up, his lips sliding back up over her stomach, dipping into her navel, nibbling up between her breasts. He pressed a kiss lightly over her heart, smiling when he found it to be beating as erratically as his own. His lips founds hers as he pressed into her, one long easy thrust had him fully inside. Their groans of pleasure were swallowed by the other and as he moved, their tongues matched the slow, easy rhythm of his hips.

Sliding his hands under her shoulders, Jon lifted Cilla to him, holding her as he shifted to his back. Her knees hit the mattress and she sat up; the daylight streaming through the window setting her hair afire, her skin aglow. His hands gripped her hips as she moved. The slow rolling of her hips had him begging “faster baby, please.” She kept her pace maddeningly slow. Her hands ran up her sides, into her hair, letting it fall across his thighs as she dropped her head back.

Keeping his hands on her hips Jon used his thumbs, opening her, pressing against that tiny knot of nerves he found waiting for him, knowing this was what she needed. She cried out as she tumbled and he thrust up hard, spilling into her as she collapsed down against him.

Unwilling to let her go, Jon rolled them to their sides, nestling her head against his chest. “I love you Sweets” he whispered as he closed his eyes, inhaling her sweet scent as he held her close.

Cilla pressed a kiss to his chest, “I love you too” she murmured as she closed her eyes and slid into sleep with his heart beating under her cheek.