Twenty-two
Amelia
Love.
He said love twice.
I didn't even try to ignore the leaping feeling of my heart at his words.
Lo was right about him.
He had the biggest heart of anyone I had ever seen and, given the size of the hearts his friends all seemed to have, that was really saying something. And he didn't try to hide it. He wasn't scared of the potential his heart had for breaking. He just took it and he handed it to me, no muss, no fuss. Easy. Open. That was Johnnie. He was so easy to love.
And I did. I loved him. It didn't matter that it was new. It didn't matter that I didn't know his opinion on avocados. All that mattered was how much better I felt when he was around. All that mattered was I felt it click.
"Baby... I'm pulling some of my best moves and you're a million miles away," Johnnie said and I looked down at him, feeling guilty, but he was smiling up at me. "Haven't tasted this pussy in too long and I'd like you to be paying attention when I do it," he added and I felt my cheeks heat.
"Sorry I..."
"Tell me," he said, his hands squeezing me.
"Tell you what?"
"You know what," he said, one hand releasing me to move up and boop my nose. "You feel it, you say it, babe. No more hiding. I know your dad walked out on you and he made you think that every man you love will walk away, but you can't let fear make you ration out your love. You feel it, you say it, you give it. So give it to me."
"How do you know I feel it?" I hedged, not quite there, not ready to say it.
He ignored my question and a devilish little smile toyed at his lips. "You know, I'm not above using dirty tactics to get what I want."
I felt my brows draw together. "Dirty tactics?" I asked.
Then the smile spread as his hand moved fast and pushed between my thighs, pressing in, cupping but not giving me what I needed. My breath caught, my hand slapping down onto his chest. "No fair," I accused, lowering my eyes at him.
"Never said I would play fair, honey," he said, his thumb moving up to stroke over my clit, making a groan escape my lips. "In fact, the less fair, the better," he said, his hand moving away, but only for a moment and only because he slipped it under my shorts and into my panties. "Like maybe this..." he said, his finger pushing inside me and turning, stroking over the top wall. "That's pretty unfair of me, right?" he asked, but the sound was muffled because his face was in my neck and his tongue was tracing down the column of it.
"Yeah," I agreed, my sex clenching as he continued his exploration of my G-spot.
I felt him smile against my skin then suddenly I was up, legs clamping into his sides to hold on. But not for long, because then I was down. As in, on my back... on the coffee table. I lost Johnnie's finger and I lost the rest of him too as he moved away to grab my pants and panties and tear them down my legs. I say 'tear' because something made a violent ripping sound. His hands moved to my knees which I had clamped shut and pressed them downward until I was spread completely for him.
"Fucking love this view, angel," he said, his hands stroking up the soft insides of my thighs as he looked at me. "Know what I like more though?" he asked, his eyes coming to mine, looking heavy lidded in his desire. I shook my head, my words caught in my throat. "No? Maybe I should show you then, huh?" he asked and waited until he got a nod before he slowly lowered down to his knees before me, kissing up one thigh, over the triangle of my sex, then down the other before he finally gave me his mouth.
And then he ate me like he was starving, like it was all he had thought about over the past six days. His tongue lavished, his piercing made exquisite little appearances, his finger teased the promise of release, but never allowed it.
"Johnnie please," I cried, hands digging into his hair.
His head raised, giving me a smile as his chin rested on my lower belly. "Tell me." My legs wrapped around him, pulling him to me, his forearms crashing to the table beside my head. My hips bucked upward, seeking him. Finding his hardness, I stroked myself against it, drawing pained moans from both of us. "You play dirty too," he smiled down at me as he raised up on one arm and dug around in his back pocket, bringing out his wallet and tossing it to the side when he found a condom. He made quick work of his pants, protected us, then positioned himself between my legs. His body shifted and I felt him press between my slick folds, my hips rising to meet him.
His eyes were on my face, taking in every nuance.
"Johnnie..."
His eyes blazed and I thought he was going to end the torment. But then he knifed up suddenly, taking me with him, falling back onto the couch with me on top of him. "You're gonna fuck me, angel," he told me, his voice a growl. His hand moved between us, thumb stroking over my clit as he guided himself toward the entrance to my body. Once there, he stilled, his other hand moving to the middle of my lower back and holding there; waiting for me to make a move.
I rubbed against him, pressing down slightly, feeling a little uncertain, but needing the fullness like I needed my next breath. I pushed my hips down, taking him deep on a loud whimper. Johnnie's hand moved away to settle at my hip as his breath hissed out. "Fucking perfect," he growled, his hand leaving my back and sitting at my other hip. It seemed normal at first until I realized they weren't just resting there, they were holding me still.
"Johnnie," I groaned, trying to wiggle away, trying to cause any kind of movement that would ease the ache inside that was bordering on painful. "I need to move," I cried, grabbing his wrists and trying to move them away.
His head tilted a little. "I'm gonna let you move, sugar. I can't wait to watch you ride me."
"Then why..."
"Tell me," he demanded, lips twitching up.
He had me.
He knew he had me.
"I want to hear it when I'm buried deep inside you, baby."
God.
God.
I had to give it to him.
"I love you," I admitted, my voice a strange croak because the words felt clumsy on my unpracticed tongue.
"There it is," he smiled, his eyes looking bright. His fingers dug into my hipbones for a second before one raised to grab the back of my neck and pull me forward until our lips found each other. He kissed me deep, slow, passionate, full of the wonder of the first realization of mutual love, full of something more profound than just bodies connected, full of the knowledge that our souls were too. He pulled away a long time later and my heavy lids fluttered open. "Move, baby," he coaxed, his hips thrusting up into mine once, making a half-gasp, half-groan burst from my lips.
And, well, I didn't need any more encouragement than that. One of my hands went to his shoulder, curling into it in a way that must have been painful but he didn't complain as I slowly found a rhythm. My other hand hung limply by my side until his reached out and took it, intertwining our fingers and squeezing tight. His other hand was at the side of my neck, pressing in a little too hard, but I was too wrapped up to care.
"That's it, honey," he encouraged as my movements got faster, more frantic, and hard. "Are you gonna come for me?" he asked and I felt myself tighten around him.
"Y... yes," I gasped, feeling it get closer.
"Fucking beautiful," he said, shaking his head at me slightly and I felt the orgasm threaten then break through me, making my entire body feel like it went out of control at once. My thighs shook violently as I fell forward into his chest, burying my face into his neck where I cried out his name over and over. His body surged up into mine, drawing out my orgasm until there was nothing left, then burying deep and finding his own.
His arms went around me, holding me tight to his body. His lips were at my ear, making me shiver when, still buried deep inside me, I got to hear it too. "I love you, angel."