Chapter 54

Sitting on the window ledge, Cilla gazed out into the dark. The half moon was bright overhead and the stars glittered like little diamonds against the inky night sky. She had spent too much time in bed and now here she was, awake like always at three in the morning.

She sighed and rested her head on her knees. She couldn’t help the smile that crept across her lips, it had been a wonderfully, deliciously lazy day. She hadn’t ever spent so much time in bed, even when she was sick she never spent an entire day in bed.

After they had their talk about David, she and Jon shared a rather arousing shower. He had teased her mercilessly and taken her against the tiled wall before gently, tenderly washing her and drying her off. He even sat on the bed with her and brushed her hair. They curled up together and watched his Soul win their game and, after declining a dinner invitation from the guys, they ate their dinner right there too.

Cilla sighed contentedly and turned her head, her gaze finding his, even in the shadows. “I thought you were sleeping” she whispered. He stretched out his hand, “I got lonely” he whispered back, “come back over here.” She unfolded herself from her perch and crept back into the bed, “better?” Jon wrapped himself around her, “much. Are you okay Sweets?” She nodded against him and pressed kisses along his stubbled jaw. “Yeah, just restless; I think I spent too much time in this bed today.”

Rolling to his side, Jon propped his head up on his hand, “a few more hours won’t hurt. We’re going to be busy come morning.” Jon was going to show her just what it was he loved about Dublin and then they were going to have dinner with the guys. His fingers toyed with the buttons on her night shirt, “just how restless are you feeling?” Cilla smiled into the dark and her hand closed over his on the buttons, "restless enough."

Together they opened the buttons and Jon slid the silky material away, her skin gleaming in the moonlight. "You are so beautiful" he whispered as he lowered his head and pressed warm, open-mouthed kisses to her soft, smooth skin.

When Cilla opened her eyes again the daylight was streaming through the window and she was alone in the bed. With a cat-like stretch she roused herself, leaving her nightshirt a crumpled heap on the bed. She heard the shower shut off and she smelled coffee.

As she took her first heady sip the bathroom door opened and Jon leaned against the jamb, a towel slung low on his hips, the drops of water he missed sparkled against the hair on his chest in the sunlight. He had to smile, she was standing naked looking out the window, her dark curtain of hair mussed and falling to just above her tattoo. She had come so far from the woman he met five weeks ago. “Hey, there’s a naked woman in my room.”

Cilla turned to him and smiled, “you’d better call security. You never know what she might do.” He crossed the room to her, taking the coffee from her, stealing a sip, “nah, I think I can handle this one.”

She looked him over and her eyebrow arched challengingly, “you think so?” He nodded, “oh yeah, I’m sure of it.” Her hand traveled down his chest, her fingers lightly tracing each line of ab muscle, stroking along the fine hairs of his stomach, coming to rest on the towel where he had the end tucked in.

His free hand grasped hers, “what are you doing?” She pressed a kiss to his freshly shaven cheek, “seeing just how well you can handle it.”

He felt his towel fall and he nearly dropped the coffee he was holding when her warm hand cupped him and then stroked him lightly. “Jesus Sweets” he gasped. “Let me put the coffee down first.” She shook her head as she slid to her knees, “nope, you hold on to that and don’t spill any. You don’t want to burn me now do you?”

Jon didn’t have time to answer before he felt her mouth on him. He widened his stance as he felt her tongue stroke up his thigh and he shuddered when he felt the tip of it circling on his balls. When she dragged her tongue up the underside of his now fully erect cock he nearly bobbled the cup. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes, trying to steady himself, steady the cup in his hand, determined not to spill the coffee before she killed him.

Slowly Cilla took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head before taking him deep; Jon's low groan of pleasure bolstering her confidence. Stroking him with mouth and hand she took pleasure in the fact that she could give him this. She felt his hand fist in her hair and heard his hiss as she slid him to the back of her throat. When she swallowed he bobbled the cup again, sloshing hot coffee over his hand. He didn't feel it. All he could feel was what her sweet mouth was doing to him.

She had him deep in her mouth when he came. "Fuck baby" he groaned as he gripped her head and pumped his hips, exploding in her mouth. With her hands on his hips she swallowed every drop he gave her.

Rising from her knees Cilla looked over at his hand, not missing the coffee that had spilled over his hand. Taking the cup she set it on the table. "Jonny." She waited for him to open his eyes and look at her. With a last deep breath he opened his eyes, "what babe?" She licked the coffee from his fingers, "you spilled."

He looked down at his hand and back at her, "you made me."

Taking his index finger into his mouth she swirled her tongue around it, earning a muffled curse, before letting it go and smiling slyly at him, "still think you can handle me?"