And maybe it’s a stupid thing to say, but I refuse to give Franklin any more than he’s already stolen from us.
“I love you.” Johnny closes his eyes and leans into my touch. When he opens them, it’s as though there’s a fire behind them, sparking him to life.
I run my thumb across his bottom lip and bring my face forward, pressing my mouth against his. If I’m careful, I can do so without bumping into my cut.
Johnny kisses me softly, paying special attention to my wound, but somehow intensifying the moment between us. He tilts his body, mine shifting back in response, giving him more space to climb on top of me. “Are you sure?” He breaks away and stares at me seriously.
I nod with absolute certainty. “Yes.” I grip the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, tossing it aside, running my fingers up his chest and then down to unbutton his jeans.
He hops off the bed and tugs them down, never once breaking eye contact with me as I slide out of my own bottoms, leaving me completely naked aside from my loose top.
Johnny grips my thighs and comes forward, his mouth hovering its way further and further up until he swirls his tongue over where my panty line would be. He inches closer, the build-up driving me wild.
I reach to grab onto his hair, annoyed with the shortness of it and the difficulty it poses on being able to navigate him where I want him more easily.
Anticipating my desire, he licks deeper, starting at my clit and gliding down, down, down. He brings his fingers closer, teasing my entry until I’m angling myself toward him greedily.
How is it possible that we’ve barely just started and I’m already dying for a release?
Johnny presses his index finger against my hole, and I rock my body onto it.
A moan escapes my lips, my head tilting back at the pleasure of the slightest penetration.
He obliges me by giving me another digit, curving them upward and putting gentle pressure on my G-spot.
I clench around him and he slows his movement, pulling them both out and dipping them into his mouth. I let out a frustrated sigh at having been so close, but I’m well aware Johnny knows exactly what he’s doing.
This time, he fills me with three, a new wave of pleasure rippling through me at the resulting stretch and fullness. He continues to lick and suck my clit, dragging it carefully between his teeth and intensifying the feeling.
I grip the sheets and clench my jaw.
He slides his other hand up my thigh, positioning it right under my ass, his thumb caressing me in ways that only heighten my enjoyment.
When I initiated this sexcapade, my intention was to get his mind off things, but damn if he isn’t completely consuming my every thought.
Johnny keeps this up for a few more minutes, bringing me closer to the edge and then pulling me back, with full and utter control over my climax. I no longer fight it; I embrace that I will come when he wants me to, despite the frustration it may cause.
Finally, he stops, breaking away completely and stroking himself with his soaked hand. He climbs his way up, shoving my shirt aside to take each of my nipples into his mouth and giving them some desired attention. I nearly come undone both times, and he’s fully aware of it.
His mouth meets mine, and the taste of myself on his lips.
I kiss him deeply, reveling in the sting of my split lip. I spit onto my palm and reach down, gripping his hard cock, desperate to bring him pleasure, too.
I drag him to me, massaging and bringing him to my eager entrance.
“Claire, we don’t have a…” He breathes against me.
And maybe because this might actually be the last time, or because I cannot possibly spend another second without feeling him inside me, I tell him, “I don’t care.”
I’m on birth control, and we don’t have any other active partners. There’s no reason we can’t live life on the edge during this moment of intimacy—just like we are in every other aspect of our lives.
Johnny must be on the same page as me, given the fact that he doesn’t question any further. Instead, he positions himself in place and as slowly as humanly possible, inches himself into me.
I dig my nails into his back and spread my legs wider to give him more access. I savor this new sensation, wishing there was some way to freeze this moment in time, the one with our bodies intertwined, his gaze focused on me, nothing in the world except me and him.
He picks up his pace, cruising from a slow thrust to a deeper, steadier rhythm. “Is that okay?”
I huff a snort of disbelief and his eyes flutter shut at the resulting squeeze on him. “Yeah.”