I walk over to him, fitting myself between his legs while he sits on the barstool. “Yeah? What’s that?”
“I was hoping you’d ask.” His green eyes melt into me, trailing their way over my skin. He leans forward and brings his mouth to my ear, his breath warm on my neck. “Claire.” His whisper sends a decadent chill along my eager body. Johnny runs his nose across my skin, leaving a wake of soft kisses on his journey to my mouth. He pauses, his lips lingering barely on mine.
My heart pounds heavily, but instead of it being because of my secret, it’s for him, and him alone. The desire I have for him has never diminished in the slightest, and if anything, I want him more with each passing day. The more we explore each other, both sexually and emotionally, the stronger our bond becomes.
Some people go their whole lives not having the chance to experience what we share. It’s solid and fierce and passionate. Raw and real, and unlike anything I ever could have imagined.
Every touch sends a beautiful fire rippling across my skin. Every look is enough to send a hidden message from one to the other. There’s trust and devotion, loyalty, and selflessness. There’s something magical that I would go to the ends of the earth to fight for, to hold onto as long as humanly possible.
The best part of all—it’s mutual.
As absolutely crazy as I am for Johnny, I feel it reciprocated wholly. And maybe that’s what stokes our flame higher, the constant flow of love we pour into our relationship. It’s cliché as fuck to say, but we really are each other’s ride or die.
I would do anything for Johnny. And I know he would do the same.
Johnny brings his lips to mine, caressing them softly. They’re a perfect fit, like two puzzle pieces locking into place. Our mouths, our bodies, our hands, even our personalities, and the things we have in common…two beings that were made to complete the other. Where I end, he begins; we make each other whole.
He’s in tune with my every breath and knows what I want before I do.
I bring my hands instinctually to his head, to tangle them in his hair. I smile into him when the short bristle of his new cut tickles my palms.
Johnny stands, causing me to take a step back. He grips my waist and guides me to the couch.
I clutch the hem of his T-shirt and drag it up and off of him. My fingers run down the front of his chest, pausing on his stomach. I sigh, taking my attention and shifting it toward his injury. “Are you in any pain?”
Johnny moves to unbutton my pants. “The only thing causing me discomfort right now is all this damn space between us.” His intense stare bores into me.
We’ve been taking things slow since his accident, trying to be extra cautious considering we didn’t want to have any unexpected complications with his recovery. It’s one thing to find a shady doctor that won’t ask too many questions to assess his healing, but it’s another if he’s rushed to the emergency room if something was to go wrong. He’s pretty much made it out of the thick of it, but I still worry that ourextra-curricularscould pose a risk, especially when he was obviously straining the first time we messed around after getting here.
“Claire, I promise. No pain. I’m good. More than good.” He tips my chin up with his finger. “I want to feel you.”
His words are my undoing.
I drop down onto the couch, grabbing his jeans and boxers in one motion, and yank them over his hips.
Johnny’s hands tangle in my hair as I grip the base of him and swirl my tongue around his tip. A moan escapes his lips, and I continue to tease. I barely get a taste before he’s pulling away.
“Turn over.” He points to the couch.
Something about his demanding tone has me complying without another thought.
I climb up, my back to him as my knees rest on the cushion. I glance over my shoulder at him, waiting for him to make his move.
Johnny weaves his fingers under the seam of my panties and slides them over my ass, exposing me to him. He lowers himself to the edge of the couch, bringing his face closer and closer until he’s hovering his mouth along my slit.
I lean over the couch and arch my back, spreading my legs to give him better access.
He obliges by grabbing my hips and burying his face deeper, his tongue gliding up and down, his lips feverishly dancing all over me. If I was wet earlier, I’m soaked now—my desire to feel him inside me growing with each passing second of his playful exploration.
Johnny slides a digit into me, the thickness telling me it’s his thumb. He rubs it in circles while he continues to lick in all the right places.
“Johnny,” I breathe. I don’t know how much of this I can handle. I need to feelhim.
As if he reads my mind, he does one final pass with his tongue, nearly sending me over the edge. He leaves his thumb in place, gently rocking it back and forth while he fumbles to grab a condom.
I reach back, gripping and stroking him, trying to guide him closer to my entrance.
After what seems like forever, he bites off the corner of the condom wrapper and with one hand slides the sheath over his shaft.