He grows inside of me, throbbing and filling me full of him.
I tighten around him, but I don’t dare come, not yet, not until he wants me to. I ride that edge and fight the desire to throw myself over without him.
Johnny weaves his fingers through mine, dragging them over my head and holding onto them with one of his hands. He holds himself up with the other, but drops his face to my neck, kissing and swirling his tongue along my collarbone and up to my ear. He tugs on the lobe, breathing against the sensitive skin. Johnny slows down, lengthening his stride and tilting himself just right to hit my clit in the process.
I moan again, nearly losing this battle with myself.
“Let go,” he whispers, thrusting into me again, with just the right amount of pressure to send me spiraling.
Johnny exhales and continues to plunge in and out, fierce in a way I’ve never experienced before.
My body ripples with an intense gratification, consuming me from head to toe as our orgasms go off in tandem, one being propelled higher by the other, forming a peak of beautiful rapture.
It lasts longer than I could have imagined, and honestly, even when he stops moving, I convulse with the aftershock of the high.
Johnny stays inside me while bringing his face over to mine, resting his lips against my mouth. “I love you.”
I smile and sigh, having never felt anything more powerful than what I do for him. “I love you.”
I don’t know what this war will bring, but one thing is for damn sure, I would do anything for my man and will stop at nothing to bring him the victory and subsequent peace he so deserves.