Chapter 63

He was alone. He knew he was alone before he even reached across the bed for her. Jon sighed, running a hand over his face. How did she always manage to get away from him in the morning? Climbing out of bed he stumbled to the bathroom before pulling on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and heading out in search of her.

He found her out on the back porch lounging on the wicker chaise, sipping coffee, her laptop on the floor next to her. His heartbeat kicked up and his blood warmed at the picture she made sitting there in the morning sunshine. Her hair was a tousled mess down her back and the sun gave it a rich deep red hue. He could just make out the dusky tips of her breasts under her white sleep tank and the tiny navy blue shorts she wore rode high on the creamy thigh of a leg that was bent up at the knee. God she was beautiful.

As she sat forward to rub at her lower back he focused on the slice of skin that peeked out from the bottom of her tank top. While he imagined tasting her there he wondered briefly if she would tan in the summer sun or if she would pink up like a strawberry.

On near silent bare feet he crossed the wide white-washed plank floor to where she was sitting. “So this is where you disappeared to.”

Cilla looked up, a smile on her face. As always she had woken before him and, figuring he could use the sleep after dealing with her melt down the day before, she had left him to sleep while she enjoyed a rare morning off. The white whicker chaise with its thick pale yellow and white flowered cushion seemed like just the right place to start. “I don’t often get to sit outside and enjoy the sunshine on a beautiful morning.” She rubbed at the lingering ache in her back again.

Jon sat down at her hip, facing her, so he could see her face. Looking into her eyes he was pleased to see the gray was clear and there were no remnants of the storm that had raged there last night. “You make a pretty picture sitting out here on my porch Sweets.” He slid his fingers up her arm to toy with the ends of her hair, “did you sleep okay?” The way her day had gone yesterday, he thought she would have slept half the day away.

“How could I not, that bed of yours is fabulous.”

He sipped his coffee, his eyes twinkled with amusement, “then why did you get out of it?”

She set her empty cup down on the table behind her, “I was restless and didn’t want to wake you so I came out here.”

Jon drained his cup and set it next to hers with one hand as his free hand trailed up her leg, “you came out here; all by yourself?”

His emphasis on the word “came” had Cilla’s head snapping up. The amusement in his eyes had turned to arousal as he twisted her words. “That’s not what I…” she trailed off as his fingers slid higher and curved around to the inside of her thigh. “Jonny?”

Ignoring her question he let his fingers glide higher, stroking over her silky soft skin and up under the edge of her shorts. “You should have woken me; I would have liked to have watched.”

His voice was as whisper soft as his fingers on her skin and Cilla felt the heat in her cheeks as the flush crept up her face. “That’s not what I meant…” the ‘t’ trailed off as Jon’s fingers moved higher, finding that she was pantiless under her shorts. Her breath hitched and she braced her hands on his forearms as he lightly stroked her.

Tilting her head up Jon caught her mouth with his, swallowing her groan along with one of his own as he slid two fingers inside her.

She was so wet, so ready for him. He knew she hadn't done anything but the fact that his words alone had her this aroused turned him on even more. His fingers and tongue pumped in tandem. He wanted to watch her come for him out here in the morning sun with the warm summer breeze blowing over them.

Cilla let her hands slide up his arms, under the sleeve of his shirt to grip his shoulders. Jesus he was going to make her come out here in front of God and everyone. Pulling her mouth from his she dropped her head against his chest. Glancing down she could see his erection tenting the front of his shorts. She wasn't going to do it alone. As his thumb grazed her clit she reached down inside his shorts and grasped him. His growl was low in her ear as she stroked him.

Stroke for stroke, kiss for kiss, she matched him, pushed him just as he was pushing her. Pulling her hand from him, Jon pushed Cilla back on the chaise. His fingers never left her as he sucked a nipple, white cotton and all, into his mouth. Cilla arched up into him as she crashed over that first peak. "Jonny, now" she begged, "I need you now." He pushed his shorts down just far enough to release his straining cock, slid her shorts aside and drove into her in one quick thrust.
Opening her eyes, Jon was haloed in the sunlight and Cilla found herself lost in brilliant blue. He loved her, she could see that, but more, she found her worth there. She mattered to him. And as the orgasm overtook her, she thought that maybe, just maybe she just might be enough for him.

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Curled together on the chaise, Cilla thumped Jon's shoulder. "I can't believe you made me have sex with you out here. What if Jo had come outside and seen us?"

Jon chuckled and buried his face in her hair, "you could have said no. And Jo would have gotten an eyeful but she is on the other side of the house getting things ready for the kids. I knew she wouldn't come out here."

She stroked his arm, "I'm not sure I have it in me to say no to you."

"I like the sound of that."

Cilla thumped his shoulder again, "I just bet you do."

He laughed and stood, holding out his hand for her, "let's get some breakfast." He nudged her laptop with his foot, "and no working for you today. You're relaxing today."

She took his hand, "you want me to relax, what about you? Do you even know the meaning of that word?"

"Nope, but maybe you can teach me."