I inch back, dropping my knees even further apart.
He glides his thumb out and up as he positions himself in place. His movements are slow and purposeful, where mine are rushed and greedy. This perfect dynamic of push and pull drives me completely fucking wild.
I rock back, allowing the length of him to enter me.
“Fuck,” he moans.
I push against him, matching his rhythm and noting the steady build of his breaths.
His pleasure only continues to heighten mine.
For this temporary moment, there’s nothing else in the world, it’s only us, our bodies joined together in a beautiful chaos.
Johnny leans down while reaching for me, bringing his head closer to mine to tilt it to him and find my lips. He continues thrusting, a slow and steady, deep tempo.
The seconds our mouths collide, we hungrily kiss each other, rocking our bodies together more and more and more until our orgasms rattles through us at the exact same time, as though we’re completely in sync with one another.
Johnny’s breath fans over me as he rests his forehead against mine, his throbs inside of me send a vibration through my body that morphs into a shiver of pure pleasure. He kisses my shoulder softly, leaving a sweet trail on his way back up, then slides out of me carefully so we can both collapse on the couch.
I study the rise and fall of his chest, my eyes gazing down at the puckered wound from the gunshot that almost took him from me.
I’m forever thankful for whatever saving grace kept him in my life that day. But no matter how much I try to convince myself to leave the past in the past, I’m not sure I can. One way or another, I will find a way to make Franklin pay for what he’s done. For torturing the man I love and putting him through things no one should have to go through. It might take me the rest of my life to figure it out, but Franklin will get what’s coming to him if it’s the last thing I do.
Johnny wipes at his forehead with his shoulder. He glances over at me. “Want to shower?”