by KyAnn Waters
“Huh?”
“The dishes can wait since they'll just be going into the garbage. I've been patient.” He pressed his lips to hers, sucking her upper lip into his mouth. “Let me make love to you.” He brushed the shell of her ear with his lips as he whispered. Gliding down, he gently nipped on the curve of her slender neck. The clean scent of lavender shampoo mixed with the alluring essence of the perfume she dabbed behind her ears.
Krissy rested her arms on the top of his shoulders, wrists dangling, as her head fell back and to the side. “We can't make love,” she said, pressing against him. Shoulders, chest, hips, and thighs connected.
Taking his lips from her throat, he swooped down on her mouth and plunged his tongue in an act of complete possession. Sliding against the velvet softness, his tongue curled around hers. He ate at her mouth until she moaned her submission. Her arms tightened and her hips ground against his swelling erection.
She trailed her fingers down his chest, plucking his nipple through his shirt. His smile broke the kiss. Her hands drifted lower and his breath hitched. Krissy's palm touched the plane of his stomach, and she slipped her fingers into his pants. Clenching his jaw, breath whistled through his teeth on a sharp inhale. Lower. “You're killing me.”
Delicate, yet firm, her grip encased his straining cock. Freeing the button and sliding down the zipper allowed her to pull his shaft upright. She bit his earlobe. “This is just sex.”
He stopped her from dropping to her knees. As much as he wanted to see his cock between her lush red blowjob lips, he wanted Krissy to understand what their involvement meant. He laid his hand on her cheek. “No, this isn't just sex.” He reached down and zipped up his fly. “Sit with me.”
Johnny led her to the couch. He sat against the armrest and spread his thighs. Pulling Krissy between his legs, she sat with her butt snuggled against his groin, her back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close. “Haven't you ever wondered about us?”
Krissy's shoulders stiffened. He smiled. Of course, she had.
“Look at our history.” He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. Small hands, petite woman, but he'd never mistake her for weak.
“A history of friendship,” she countered. “It doesn't mean it'll transition into a relationship. I suck at commitment.”
“You just haven't been with the right man. I can prove to you that I'm right for you. Relationships are ninety percent friendship. The only unknown between us was sexual compatibility, and I think we've answered that question. You came during Regis. Which isn't half as disturbing as the fact that I came during Regis.”
Krissy laughed, threading her fingers with his. “Then what you're telling me is sex makes up ten percent of a relationship.”
Johnny shrugged. “Yeah, I suppose you could say it that way.”
She blew out a deep sigh and let her full weight rest against him. “I guess that's why I suck at relationships. I've managed the ten percent fairly well. It's the other ninety that I can't seem to get.”
Johnny kissed the back of her head. Hopefully his words were sinking in. They had one hundred percent of what made a great relationship.
“But I also think the ten percent sexual compatibility is what makes or breaks a relationship.” She didn't have to finish. That was what she feared.
“Okay, a little personal trivia. I guarantee there is nothing I don't know about you.” Johnny slid his legs out along the couch and adjusted, making himself more comfortable. “Ask me anything?”
“First kiss?” she asked.
“With me or the first kiss?” She slugged his leg. “Okay.” He chuckled. “Let's see. Fourth grade, after school, Eddie— ” Johnny snapped his fingers trying to remember the last name. “It'll come to me. He trapped you in the recessed entrance near the jungle gym after school. The only way he'd let you go was if you kissed him.” He kissed the side of Krissy's head. “I bet you thought I'd say that jerk from the roller rink. He was your first kiss. But I remember Eddie scared you.”
“I remember your dad grounded you after the school suspended you for three days for fighting in the school yard.”
“Eddie never tried to kiss you after that.”
She weaved her fingers with Johnny's again. “No one would kiss me after that. Why do you think I had to kiss the jerk at the roller rink? He was the only one stupid enough to risk getting beat up.”
“Ask me another one. I promise I'll know the answer. I remember who took you to school dances.” He paused. “Because I didn't. Once we were old enough to date, you only thought of me as a friend.”
She shifted and rolled onto her stomach. “Best friends. I don't want to lose you. What if you're wrong?”
“I'm not.” He cupped her cheeks in his palms. “Let me make love to you and prove it. No rules. No Regis.” He smiled and she returned it. “You and me with nothing between us.” He kissed her lips. Not with passion but full of promise. “Trust me.” He kissed her deeper, opening his mouth and taking the briefest taste of her sweetness. “Trust in us.”
Krissy hesitated. Making the decision for her, Johnny put one arm under her knees, the other around her back and lifted. Kissing her mouth, delving into the hot, moist recesses, he carried her to the bedroom.
Krissy trembled inside as she slid down his body until her toes touched the carpet. Oh, she was going to pay for this. It was time for her to beat herself with the truth stick. She'd been making love to Johnny since the first day. Not only did he satisfy her sexually, but he also touched her soul.
She let her arms hanging loosely at her sides as Johnny slipped the strap of shirt off her shoulder. The fabric teased her nipples. His knuckles grazed the abundant swell of her breast. She inhaled sharply as her nipple puckered into a hard point. Chills raced along her arms. Johnny tugged her straps until her breast were exposed. He bent, plucked her nipple with his lips, then rasped his tongue across the taut tip. Grasping the sides of his head, she anchored him to her quaking flesh.
“Mmm...”
Johnny sucked, pulling her nipple deep into his mouth. An answering tug traveled a tight line to her clit. She bit hard on her bottom lip. “More,” she whimpered, arching against him. Damn her body for obeying his decree. He wanted her writhing, breathless, and eager to have him braced between her thighs, filling her completely. His wish was her command.
Slowly, he lifted her shirt while staring into her eyes. The cool air from the air- conditioner blew from the vents. Gooseflesh broke where his mouth left her wet and tingling.
Spreading his fingers wide, he cupped one of her breasts in each hand. Then he lifted the full, heavy globes, bringing them together, stroking her hard nipples simultaneously sending hot, electric shocks straight into her core.
Gliding his fingers down her stomach, he felt her quiver with the gentle pressure. He yanked the snap of her shorts. Sliding the zipper down, he inched them over her hips. “You wear the craziest panties.” He fingered the velvet, zebra print thong.
“Johnny, make love, have sex, call it anything, but I want you— need you in me.”
“Making love takes time.” With one finger, he hooked the top of her panties and ran his finger along the elastic edging. “Making love is slow and sensual.” He inched her panties over her thighs. “Making love isn't shoving my cock into your cunt and rutting like an animal.”
She struggled for breath as her panties slid down her thighs. “Animal is good. Wild and aggressive.”
“You want rough sex?” he said as her panties pooled at her ankles.
“I want you.”
“Then spread your legs.”
She widened her stance, and he knelt before her. He slid his tongue between the dewy lips of her sex. Hot cream trickled onto her inner thigh.
“Johnny.” She pushed against his mouth, wanting more, desperate to have his mouth on her, his tongue lapping her clit. She wanted to come. Her thighs vibrated, clenching as he brought her closer. Then she giggled.
“What?”
“Don't stop.” With a hand to the back of his head, she guided him between her legs. “I was thinking. The way you're eating me is like a cat at a bowl of cream. And then I thought how right the analogy was since you're licking my pussy.”
His chuckle vibrated into her sex. “I love your sweet cream.” He licked slow and long, dragging his tongue the length of her pearly folds, greedily feasting.
“More,” she said.
He stood from his knees and rammed two fingers into her swelling flesh. “I thought you'd like a taste.” Kissing her open mouth, he tangled his tongue with hers, sharing the flavor of her arousal. He flicked his fingers within the clenching passage of her pussy. Easing out, he circled her wet hole, pressed against her clit, then fingerfucked her again. Cream soaked his hand. “Do you want to come?” He nibbled her lips and cupped her mound.
She breathed, “Yes,” against his mouth.
Johnny traced his finger lower, around to her rosette and slipped his finger into her tight hole to the first knuckle. Her body tightened, and he pressed to the second knuckle. Slowly sliding in and out of her ass, at the same time he plunged his thumb into her pussy. Pleasure twisted through her core. Convulsions jerked her body, and her internal muscles clamped onto his fingers. Krissy gasped, clutching his shoulders to keep her balance.
Euphoric flashes blinded her closed eyes. Her mind numbed as waved of release rolled over her and he continued to work her holes in tandem. He touched her over- stimulated clit and she cried out. Another powerful wave of spasms contracted her channel, and her legs liquefied. The intensity of her orgasm robbed her of breath yet sent her spinning in a maelstrom of emotion.
Johnny shucked his pants. She felt like dropping to her knees and swearing allegiance to the...what? His flag? His cock did sort of wave as it pulsed. It was glorious with tightly stretched skin, a large, mushroom shaped crown, deep color, and swollen ropy veins running the underside of his thick shaft.
First, she touched the clear juices slicking the crown, then she circled the base with her fingers and gently squeezed. He jerked in response. With her other hand, she cupped and rolled his balls hanging heavy in a tightening wrinkled sac. The pouch contracted close to his body then released.
With one hand, Krissy combed through the dark springy hair with her nails, following the trail up his torso. In the other, she stroked the length then caught a drop of cream from the slit on her finger and massaged the heated, smooth crown. Her mouth watered. Dropping to her knees, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue, tasting the salty sweetness. Opening her mouth wide, she took him between her lips and sucked him.
“I'll come.”
She hummed and took him deeper until his knob bumped the back of her throat.
“Krissy.” He ripped his cock from her mouth. “Enough. I'm about to explode, and if you touch me again, I'll never last.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and she sat beside him. Scooting backwards, he stretched out and pulled her close. Fingers fluttered across her back, over her shoulders, then traced along her spine.
“I love your ass.” He cupped each firm cheek.
Shifting, she straddled his lap with her knees on the outside of his hips. The moist heat of her cunt hovered above his shaft. Aligning her soaked slit with his raging erection, she rode the length of his shaft. The folds of her pussy surrounded his cock, her cream leaving him slick and wet.
Leaning forward, she draped across him, mashing her breasts into the smooth, finely chiseled muscles of his torso. Her chest was tight, breath coming hard and fast. He was so strong beneath her, made her feel feminine and desirable.
Lifting her head, she placed soft kisses to his flat nipple, tasting him, enjoying the tantalizing texture against her tongue. “I've always thought you were sexy,” she said. “But never thought I'd have unrestricted access to touch— ” she flicked her tongue against his chin, “and to kiss.” She slid her lower lip over his, sliced her tongue along his delicious mouth. His lips parted, and she crept in, rubbing his tongue with hers. She kissed him with passion, need, almost feeling desperation. Without words, and with only her kiss, she wanted him to see how affected she was by his touch. She broke the kiss and a smile curled her mouth. “I suppose you've figured out that I love your cock between my legs.”
Johnny gripped her hips and rolled her to her back. The crisp hair of his legs tickled her inner thighs as he used his knees to spread her legs. She didn't need encouragement. Opening wide, she welcomed the weight and width of his hips.
He quivered beneath her fingertips, stomach tight, the corded abdominals ripped and tense. Then with a slow controlled glide, he was finally inside her. Hot juices slicked her passage. She arched her pelvis, and grunting with pleasure, he went deeper— all the way until he pressed to the top of her wet, searing channel and caused her walls to contract, gloving him in her tightened sheath.
“Oh, you feel so good.” He stretched her taut, leaving her feeling deliciously stuffed. Angling her hips, she met his stroke. He thrust in and filled her until his balls nestled against her ass. Pumping slow and sure, bracing his weight with his arms, he stared into her eyes with a soft smile on his lips.
They connected. Every nerve sizzled. Building to a crescendo, the friction intensified, the swollen flesh of her passage infused with liquid heat. And he continued to drill into her. Again. And again. Harder. Deeper.
Johnny pounded into her body. With each thrust, his balls slapped her ass. He wasn't just fucking her. He commanded and her body obeyed. She was his loyal subject. Her breath hissed at the pleasure. He was wonderfully huge, stretching her on each down stroke. Making her whimper with each retraction.
Johnny pumped into her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, taking the forceful thrusts as he drove toward his own release. Hitting his orgasm, hot jetting cum scorched on the inside. His cock was hard and she was so wet. She arched off the bed and came.
“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god!” Each oh god raised an octave. Then she screamed, “All Hail King Johnny!”
Oh, damn. She'd really screamed aloud. But how was she supposed to hold her tumultuous emotions in when her body writhed, gripped by the fiercest orgasm yet. How much more could she take? Any better and she'd die from pleasure.
Johnny rolled off, held his sides, and laughed.
This could be a good sign.
She rolled to her stomach and propped her chin in her palm. “So I guess we're still just having sex. People don't laugh while making love.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “We do.”
“Fine,” she said, a note of annoyance to her tone. “I'll concede sex is good with you.”
“The king takes offense.” Johnny scooted to the edge of the bed. “The sex is fantastic.”
She'd made statements in the past that had come back to bite her. This one took the prize. He knew what he did to her. That's why he wore the smug smile.
He stood and strutted naked across the floor, his erection still impressive. No reason he needed to leave yet.
“Where are you going?” She sat, crossed her legs, and pulled her pillow into her lap, holding it against her chest.
About to step through the doorway, he pointed across the hall. “To the bathroom for a cloth.” His smile was soft. “I'm going to take care of you. Now lie down and put that pillow under your ass before I spank it. Like sex, making love makes babies, too.”
The neon sign flashed in the corner. Just sex. The sign flickered and burned out. Arguing with her conscience was useless. She couldn't convince Johnny if she didn't believe it herself. She fingered the edge of the pillow. All the what- ifs. What if she could have a long- term relationship? What if she could guarantee Johnny wouldn't grow tired of her? What if she did get pregnant, planned forever, and Johnny walked away? Not from his child, but from her...their friendship, and all the years together. She wouldn't survive.
“Hey,” he said, breaking into her maudlin thoughts. He took two wide steps and jumped on
to the bed, nearly landing on top of her. She giggled as he toppled her backwards, covering her body. His growing erection poked her when he pressed her into the bedding. “I suppose if you won't do as you're told, I'll have to make sure I've done my job thoroughly.”
He slid off the bed, walked around to the side closest to the wall, grabbed Krissy at the ankles, and swung her legs toward him.
“What are you doing?” She giggled as she placed one leg on each side of his hips and braced her feet on the wall. With Johnny positioned between her thighs, she lay on her back with her head in the center of the bed and her butt nearly falling off the edge.
“Brace your feet on the wall, babe, because I'm going to make you swear your loyalty.”
Chapter Eight
Is This Heaven?
Krissy slid from the bed. Padding naked and barefoot to the bathroom, she stared at the pregnancy test waiting for her first morning pee. Turning toward the bedroom, she could see Johnny's legs from the knees down. Sprawled out, lightly snoring, and spending the night in her bed. This signified an entirely new level of intimacy. She'd never let a man, boyfriend, whatever, spend the night. Johnny crashed on the couch. That wasn't the same. At the time, they weren't involved sexually. She put on her bathrobe and went to the living room.
That Johnny was in her bed, spending the night, sent her turbulent emotions into a riot. Nervous tension roiled in her stomach. What was she going to do? She curled into the ratty recliner with her legs pulled up. Her thoughts were the only noise in the quiet apartment. She closed her eyes, but all she saw were images of Johnny.
It was crazy to consider getting involved. Yet she was.
“You okay?”
She jumped at the sound of his voice from the darkened hall. A small amount of light from the streetlamps revealed he'd put on his boxers. Messy hair, whisker stubble shadows under his cheekbones, just tumbled sexy, and she wanted him— all of him. But she knew her strengths and she knew her weaknesses. She'd screw up because she always did. And then they'd have nothing but regrets. She couldn't let him regret a child.