by Laura Marie
Unconsciously, she scooted herself back deeper into the middle of the bed and shyly looked away while she attempted to calm her breathing.
Her limited experience got the best of her as she turned her back. Her plan to act like the experienced, worldly woman just flew out the window after one look. She was in serious trouble. Quickly, she turned around to face the other way.
The creaking of the mattress accompanied by the warm, gentle caress of Johnny’s fingertips against the bumps of her spine sent chills through her body.
His deep, mild laugh told her she was busted. Feeling her body shaking, she begged for control.
She pulled her legs to her chest and held them close until she felt Johnny kneel down behind her.
The sensation of his flesh, manhood and all against her skin, made her shake even more.
His massive presence was felt in the dipping of the mattress as he inched closer.
* * * *
Johnny could sense Julianna’s reservations. Perhaps part of his attraction was her authentic innocence. She wasn’t corrupted, she knew nothing of relationship games, and her body language spoke volumes. She had been treated badly, battered and abused, a commodity to some worthless piece of crap’s mind games. She wasn’t a lost cause as he had been. He wasn’t giving up on her. He knew what it felt like to feel so alone. He thought he would never be able to use his heart or feel for another human being so deeply.. Julianna changed that.
He would take it as slow as she wanted. The plan was to thoroughly make love to her.
He was empathetic to her nervousness as he softly placed his hand gently against her neck. He moved the brown locks away from her skin, giving his lips better access to her flesh.
He kissed her softly on her shoulder before whispering into her ear. He sensed her gripping her legs tighter.
“Don’t be scared. I’ll never hurt you, darlin’.” He could hear her breathing. Her heart pounded and her voice shook as she spoke.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she replied, still not looking towards him.
He leaned his head closer to her, and he embraced her body while methodically placing gentle kisses over her skin. First by her ear, then her cheek, until finally finding her lips as he turned her body towards his own.
Once again overcome by the desire to taste her lips, he kissed her deeply. He would help calm her, seduce her until she found her comfort zone with him. He maneuvered the palm of his hand across her waist, and naturally she let her legs fall flat to the mattress while her hands embraced his neck.
The kiss deepened, and their hands explored one another’s bodies until Johnny lay on top of her again.
* * * *
Her eyes absorbed the nakedness of his solid chest as the sight of a large, deep scar by his shoulder made her catch her breath. “How?”
Johnny gazed to where she looked. “Bad memory, darlin’, bad memory,” he whispered.
Julianna felt her heart drop to her stomach. She understood what he meant and instantly felt an indescribable sensation in her gut. By the looks and depth of the scar, it had to have been life threatening. The thought brought on intense emotions for her as the tears emerged. He sensed her concern, and Johnny stared at her as if contemplating whether the sight in fact affected her.
She wondered how long ago it happened. What took place, and how did he manage to survive?
“No need for tears, darlin’, it happened a long time ago, but thank you.” He leaned down and kissed her eyelids, instantly wiping away the tears.
She clung to his body, not wanting to let go of him. Julianna was lost in a dream. Could he be real? Could there be more to this moment and these emotions than just one night?
She tilted her head back as Johnny’s lips covered her neck in seductive kisses, and she heard him whisper, “Trust me, Jules. Real men know how to treat a woman.”
His proclamations came in waves of whispers and kisses. His lips and hands caressed her body in ways and places she never knew could omit such intoxicating sensations.
All she could do was feel every touch, every caress as he glided the palms of his hands against her cheeks, causing her to stare into the magnificent darkness of his eyes. She fell deeper into a trance. Ebony, ecstasy, and pure intoxication, she was his for eternity.
* * * *
Lost in a daze at the goddess he lay upon, Johnny wanted every moment and every touch to last forever. He felt possessive, needy, and he wanted everything from Julianna. Everything and anything that she was willing to give him. He had felt as if he were going to stake his claim, but the realization hit him that his heart and soul appeared to have found his life mate.
He was touched by the depth of emotion he felt as he took Julianna’s face gently in hands. He needed to see her eyes, to know that the same emotion and desire was imprinted there. No sign of sadness, fear, or mistrust, only sparkling russet, the most brilliant shade of chocolate held his gaze.
“Do ya feel it, darlin’? Do ya feel how into you I am?” he whispered then felt her hands caress his shoulders.
“I’m waiting for you ta tell me when.”
He sensed her hips move against his own, and her chin slowly tilted up toward his face before their lips met in a slow, adoring connection.
Inch by inch he entered her, feeling her grip grow tighter against his biceps. He calmed her with words of encouragement and consolation.
“Just relax there, darlin’. Let me love you. All I want to do is love every inch of you.”
Her reservations didn’t last, and her need to be as close as humanly possible to Johnny was greater.
* * * *
Julianna listened to Johnny’s words, the sound of his loving voice as he focused on her needs, her desires. His concern apparent in his technique and his tone sent waves of yearning through her body. Closing her legs tighter against his hips, inching her hips deeper against the solid muscle, she thought she would surely die of pleasure. Jules had a sudden aspiration to make him feel just as wanted and desired as he was making her feel. She attempted to match his rhythm. She rose and fell with him as if it were the most natural movement. He responded with more of the maddening rhythm as he moaned her name, held her firmly as if he, too, could not get deep enough.
The sensation of each thrust, each signal of motion, seemed to be connecting the two of them beyond recognition. Julianna wanted more, as an unrecognizable hunger caused her to react in a way she didn’t think she was capable of. It was unfamiliar, erotic, and she wanted to scream his name, taste every inch of his body. She never wanted anything more.
He grabbed her thighs. She felt his large hands apply pressure to each cheek as he simultaneously plunged deeper into her. There was nothing greater, more powerful, and mind blowing.
“You’re so responsive,” he stated, out of breath, against her neck. She cringed for a moment. Was it too much? Did she do something wrong? Damn it, I’m no good at this. I have no idea what I’m doing.
As if sensing her sudden reservations, Johnny chanted her on as if he knew she needed his assistance, his direction and expertise. The thought that he was so experienced and older got her hot and wet as she dove into the sensations he caused with no more reservations.
“That’s it, Jules, let it go, feel the desire. Can you feel how much I want you?”
“Yes. Oh yes!”
She screamed, “Johnny!” just as he cupped her bottom and lunged forward in fast, steady thrusts, wanting to get deeper and accepting that he wanted it all.
He devoured her mouth, and she opened wide for his voracious kisses. She dug her nails into his back as each thrust sent her over the edge where she pleaded for mercy as if she couldn’t take it any longer. It was just too much but felt so good.
She tried to match his rhythm, but was no match for his legs of steel, his determination to reach the destination he had in mind.
Thrust after thrust, chant after chant, his determination prevailed, and Julianna hung by a thread of sexual
-consumption overload.
“Johnny!” She screamed his name, arched her back, and held on.
A whirl of emotions released deep within her. She never felt so out of control of her body. So wild and free and sensitive to the point of feeling faint.
“Jules!” One final thrust sent them both over the top into a pool of oblivion, their bodies molded as one.
* * * *
Panting, attempting to catch his breath, Johnny kissed Julianna’s lips while he held her face between the palms of his hands. Her eyes tried to focus on his, and her heart raced, their bodies still joined together as one.
“That was…”
“Amazing.” Julianna completed the sentence.
Slowly, Johnny eased his way from inside of her, unlocking their bodies before moving Julianna with him to his side. Laying her cheek against his chest, they rested silently, both falling into a peaceful sleep.
Chapter 10
Her body felt sensationally sore. Her breasts tingled, and her abdominal muscles ached as her senses filled with the masculine scent.
Lips pressed against his skin, Julianna didn’t dare open her eyes. She wanted to stay molded like this a bit longer. Peeking downward, her eyes locked with the man’s most admirable asset. Johnny was exquisite. Licking her lips, her tongue slightly touched Johnny’s skin, and the response was obvious as her eyes absorbed the motion and enlargement of the same asset.
With complete honesty, she could swear that she never experienced anything more amazing than the way Johnny made love to her.
Remnants of their lovemaking, their combined scents, lingered everywhere. Her whole being was in tune with it all. Every scent, every sound and vibration identified and recorded in her mind for eternity.
Snowflakes tapped against the window pane, and the woodsy aroma filtered from the fireplace’s still-burning, flickering light across the room. Julianna closed her eyes tightly, hoping to capture and save this moment and the way she felt in Johnny’s arms.
She tried her hardest to remain still, to devour every waking second of being content in his arms. She felt so alive, so renewed and empowered, that her mind drifted off to her lover’s techniques.
He was sexy as all hell, particularly with his ability to draw out so much from her. It was crazy, but she wanted and desired more from him. She felt stronger, connected, and that alone caused turmoil within her. One night of sensational sex with a hunky, badass cowboy and she was acting like some lovesick puppy. Her body tensed at the thought, and her lips hit his skin again. She couldn’t stop the images invading her mind. It became a tug-of-war between her needy, immature, weak self and the magnificent occurrences of last night.
He had the most voracious appetite. Never once before last night nor in her wildest dreams did Julianna think she could die from such pleasure.
Feeling the weight of Johnny’s hand against her hipbone, she tried to play possum.
“I know you’re awake, darlin’, and someone else knows you are too.”
The deep, warm voice hit her like a bolt of lightning sending waves of desire through her body again. Before she had time to answer, Johnny rolled her to her back and went to work preparing her for another round of lovemaking.
* * * *
The pleasure was overwhelming. Julianna closed her eyes, clenched them as tight as she could as Johnny licked the pathway between her breasts. As he reached below her breast line to the semi-protruding outline of her ribs, he took a different tactic.
The feel of his teeth gently gliding along each ridge had her squirming in delight.
It was a combination making her hot with desire while tickling as well.
A giggle escaped her mouth as his teeth softly nibbled toward her abdomen, and then came a moan as he reached the narrow valley along her groin. She nearly jolted up in surprise. She felt Johnny’s other hand lay flat against her belly and back up against her left breast, assisting her in lying back down on the mattress.
The sucking noises nearly drowned out her low moans of pleasure. Nearly. There was the thought again and the question of whether one could die from pure ecstasy.
Julianna absorbed every sensation, every dip and climb deep within her belly, until her panting increased, her body at the point of exploding. Johnny seemed to read her body like a book, just softening his technique right when she was at her highest peak.
He was teasing her, smirking in between gulps and sucks.
Meanwhile, she was wound so tight, at the point of pleading for release, when she grabbed his shoulders.
The feel of steel and muscle was enough to break her, simultaneously with Johnny’s so very talented tongue.
She held his head where she wanted it. Damn any reservations about being inexperienced or only in her early twenties. She wanted it, she needed him, loved every aching, antagonizing second of his skill. Then suddenly he did something wicked, with his tongue, fingers and…
Not wanting to scream, Julianna slammed her hand over her mouth, growling as she exploded, nearly blacking out from the depth and release from her core. The shocking sensation caused her to bolt upright then slam down back onto the mattress, panting. She hadn’t a care in the world. She was more than satisfied, never felt so much in her life.
“Damn, woman, get ready. I ain’t finished with ya all just yet,” Johnny whispered in between heavy breaths.
Before she could acknowledge his words or his intentions, he pressed her thighs apart further, entering her in one slow, full thrust.
Julianna moaned, caught between pleasure from his fullness and concern the man was going to kill her.
“I don’t know if I can.” She didn’t want to sound so weak, so out of control.
His mouth covered her neck, nipping at her collarbone as his hands pulled her hips securely against him.
Each thrust, every motion, sent more shocks of desire through Julianna.
Their bodies slammed together, his chest level with her mouth. She caught the protruding pink flesh between her teeth and tongue.
Something came over her as Johnny made love to Julianna. Never had she acted so sexually brazen.
Each moan from Johnny, every pant of desire from his lips, had her confidence beaming, her control strengthening.
“I’m there, baby, I’m…”
She watched as Johnny increased his speed, determination and need driving him deeper and deeper into her. She absorbed each sensation, the feel of fullness, the depth of each thrust, and the intense look that covered his face as he came right before he fell against her.
Not caring about the weight of his body, she wrapped her arms around his waist and loved the sound of his heavy breathing against her neck and the pillow.
Then came those tiny, soft kisses across her neck, to her ear then jaw line.
“You’re gonna kill me.”
Julianna couldn’t help but smirk, thinking the same thing about him only a short time ago.
Johnny slowly rolled to his side, taking Julianna along with him.
Chapter 11
The sound of Julianna’s laughter filled the kitchen. The electricity had remained on for a good hour, and the storm was slowly making its way out of the area.
Johnny smiled. He never let any woman stay the night at his place. When he got really lonely and the nightmares were too much to handle, he’d go out of town a few days and visit Susanne. The two of them had an understanding, an agreement to keep it simple. No commitments, no jealousy. It was an outlet for one another, and neither wanted or needed anything more. It had been a good eight months since he had seen Susanne until the night the pedophile was captured in town. Susanne didn’t come close to Julianna in any way.
He looked at Julianna as she kneeled on the chair while preparing some sandwiches. He felt different inside. Her presence in his home, being around her, affected him in ways that scared him out of his mind.
The need to get close to her, to want to comfort her, led him to possess her sexually. Somewhere in between her stru
ggling with the scar on her stomach and the innocence she revealed as she shied away from his nakedness, his desire to have her intensified.
At that moment, he caught Julianna’s gaze.
“The snow stopped.”
He immediately felt her disappointment and sensed the sadness in her voice.
Not taking the second to glance behind him and out the big picture window, he crossed the room to where she stood.
* * * *
Julianna held her breath. Johnny had become awfully quiet and maintained that expressionless look for quite some time. His silence caused reality to set in for Julianna, and she wondered what would happen next.
Johnny moved close to her, but instead of laying his hands on her shoulders or any other needy body part, he gripped the top of the wooden chair.
She watched his strong fingers slide back and forth across the wood, his palms practically massaging, and she wished his hands were on her instead.
“I’ve never been overly fond of snow storms, until now, that is.” He smirked, but a seriousness remained in the features of his facial expression.
This was it—the letdown was coming next. Why was she so disappointed when she knew deep down inside that the rejection would come?
“Jules.”
The deep, raspy voice invaded her thoughts, making her want to grab a hold of Johnny and kiss him breathless. Or at least until he proved to her that the last two days meant something more than a great, sexually uplifting snowstorm.
Before she could act out her thoughts, the telephone rang. Another sign that life was continuing and the perfect fantasy had officially come to a complete end.
Johnny picked up the phone on the third ring.
“What?” he responded, sounding as if he were filled with agitation as he answered the phone. Julianna finished preparing the sandwiches.