If this was going to morph into an experience I would never forget, I didn’t want to miss a second of it.
Unsure of how days, or even moments would go, considering our mutual baggage and the looming threat of parting ways, potentially forever, I wanted to take advantage of every opportunity to make a memory with him.
I had learned a long time ago to hold onto the good things and learn from the challenges.
While Johnathan’s fickle ideas about us being together were frustrating, when he was aligned with my ideals, there was no point in sabotaging the moment. I would rather simply enjoy it.
After all, the pain was going to come, if it was meant to be anyway, so I figured there was no sense in dwelling on it.
If Johnathan wanted to be romantic, I wasn’t going to stop him.
I even held out hope that something inside would finally click, and he would start to see things the way I did. I wanted him badly, so any continuing affection kept me hoping that it might last.
“God, I am so sorry for being such a jackass,” he muttered through panting breaths, breaking away for only the moment it took for him to speak.
“Shut up,” I responded, reclaiming his mouth again.
I heard him chuckle behind my lips as his fingertips ran gently through my hair, taking care to avoid the bandage that still wrapped around my head.
I felt overwhelmed with emotion as my body began to buzz with fervor.
Between Johnathan’s natural, alluring scent and the freeing, fresh air that was inherent in the mountains, flowing all around us in the wilderness, I felt spritely.
Strangely enough, I had never thought much about making love outside, as I usually wasn’t that kind of person. I felt that sex should be a personal experience, rather than a rebellious endeavor.
However, as Johnathan started to slide my shirt off my shoulders and urge my nakedness, I didn’t care about anything, other than being with him.
Ravenously, we pawed at one another, removing one another’s clothing hastily, eager to unwrap the gift of one another.
When Johnathan’s chest was revealed to me, I pressed him down, so that his back was against the dirt. I drug my fingers lightly down his robust chest, gliding over his abdomen and finally, picking teasingly at the waistband of his jeans.
He growled in response as our visceral reactions started to control the desires of our flesh.
We were hungry for one another and the arguing we had done previously, contending with the emotion we had both displayed within the past few days was brooding.
It was obvious that we both felt an intense surge of need, transpiring through our bodies. We wanted to leave the world behind and revel in the oneness of one another.
Our hearts and souls called out to each other, even though we had fought and even though there was so much left unsaid between us, words were useless to us now.
I ducked down, seductively surrounding the epicenter of his manhood, while my fingers traced the jeans with a tantalizing slowness. I wanted him to feel an intense sense of longing. I wanted to torment him like he was so fond of tormenting me.
After playing with the jeans for a moment, my hand covered the bulge, which I knew was waiting to be revealed.
I looked up and grinned at him, i
n a seductive, yet teasing manner as I kneaded him, leaving the pants in between our touch.
As I moved, I slid down, pressing myself against his leg.
Again, I looked up at him, before carefully, I unhinged his pants, finally unveiling his already starkly enthusiastic member.
My body shook as I gazed upon it, instantaneously yearning for it to be inside of me.
Even though it hadn’t been all that long, I had missed him and from the eagerness of his physique, regardless of what Johnathan said, he missed me as well.
Tossing the jeans to the side, I glided myself up and eased myself toward him. I stroked my womanliness, which was already moist and waiting for his entry, up his manliness, before swinging back down.
Straddling him, I clasped my fingers around him and started to stroke, easily and with a slow precision, so that he felt every bit of my movements.