Chapter Five
Flora
Johnny looked at me like he was in a trance, like he was barely hanging on by a thread.
Maybe that should have scared me, but the truth was I was so consumed by this man nothing else mattered.
“It’s only ever been you for me, Flora.” The way he said it was so genuine, so full of emotion, that it had me freezing for a second.
“What does that mean?” I whispered.
Johnny was silent for a second. Then he reached out and cupped my cheek, stroking my flesh with his thumb as he stared into my eyes. “It means you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted. I’ve never been with a woman, Flora. I was saving myself for you.” His pupils were dilated, his pleasure and, dare I say, love, showing through.
This silent communication passed between us.
“I love you, Flora.” His voice had gone thicker, deeper.
I could have cried right then, my emotions were so profound. “I love you, too.” Was this really happening? Before I could let all that sink in he was on me, his chest pressing me against the mattress, his mouth on mine. We kissed for long seconds, with Johnny plunging his tongue deep in my mouth.
He claimed me, making me taste all of him. The masculinity poured from his body in waves, making me feel wholly feminine. When he broke the kiss I was left breathless and needy, wanting more.
He moved his mouth along my cheek, over my jaw, and started sucking at the pulse point right below my ear. I closed my eyes and absorbed it all. The feeling of his tongue on me forced a plethora of sensations through my body, had me feeling dizzy, like I could float away if he wasn’t pinning me down, making me feel so good.
I felt his hard cock digging right against me, a steel rod that was because of me. He pulled away far too soon, his breathing was even more frantic than it had been before.
“I could drill nails into steel with how hard I am for you, Flora. I could fucking lose it just by looking at you.” His voice was so deep, still right by my ear. “Show me where you want me to make you feel good.”
I was drunk on my emotions.
He pulled away so his upper body was no longer touching mine, and looked down at me. My heart thundered in my chest.
“Show me where you want me, baby, where I should touch you, make you feel good.”
My hand shook as I smoothed it along my belly, finally stopping right between my legs.
“You want me to make you feel good right there?” His voice was like sandpaper along my body.
I nodded and heard my heart thundering in my ears, felt it in my throat. And before I could react to what he was doing, if I even could have, Johnny ran his finger right through my center. I tossed my head back and moaned. He grunted. He teased my clit, gently probed my entrance, and made me feel things I’d only dreamed about.
He removed his fingers from me, lifted them to his mouth, and sucked off the bit of wetness that coated the digits. My mouth was parted, my throat tight as I watched him. Then he grabbed his huge cock and stroked himself, jerking off for me. I couldn’t help but watch in rapt awe.
“You like watching me?” He was breathing so hard, so fast. “Yeah, I can tell you do.”
God, I couldn’t believe I was here, watching Johnny get himself off. He stared at me like he was hungry, like he was starved for me.
I licked my lips and nodded. “I do,” I admitted out loud.
He rubbed his palm up and down his huge shaft. I wanted to beg him to skip all this torturous foreplay and be with me already, but I kept my mouth shut, at least for the time being as I watched him.
“I’ve been dreaming of this moment seemingly my entire life, Flora.” His expression looked heavy, pleasure-filled.
I felt my heart jackknife in my chest.
The scent of him filled my head, making me dizzy with pleasure. I found myself reaching out and moving his hand away from his erection. We both panted as I stared up at him, his cock so close to my mouth. I was the one hungry for him, needing this like I needed to breathe. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment too.” I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock. He was huge, thick and long, the head slightly bigger than the shaft, the slit at the tip covered in pre-come. My mouth watered for a taste.
“Flora, baby.” His voice was guttural.
I started stroking him, up and down, steady and slow, trying to make this feel good for him. Truth was I’d never done anything like this with a man. Not only was I a virgin in the most technical of ways, I was also inexperienced in anything aside from some making out and heavy petting.
I wanted this to be good for him, to make him feel as good as I knew he’d make me feel.
We were staring at each other as I stroked him, his massive chest rising and falling, his abdominal muscles clenching and showing washboard definition. “You look so fucking incredible in this position.” His voice was thick, his focus on me. His eyes were hooded, his expression primal.
I started rubbing my palm up and down his length faster, tightening my grip, making him groan with each stroke.
“That is so fucking it.” His big body was tense.
But then he gently pushed me away. “I want you to keep going, baby, but if I don’t stop you, I’ll come in your hand. I want to be deep inside of you when that happens.”
Everything in me froze, and I removed my hand. I was really going to do this, give myself to Johnny. So many things passed through my head, through my body. And I embraced them all.
No turning back now.