He laughs when he catches me. “Yep, that’s the big man.” He’s kneeling between my legs on the bed.
“Can I touch him?”
His eyes light up and his body quakes.
“If you want. But you don’t need to baby. I just want to touch you.” He touches my soft spot. I arch my back off the bed and shriek out a moan.
“See baby, you’re ready for me to touch you. I want my mouth on you. I need to taste you and suck all of those sweet juices.”
I nod, biting my lip. Ignoring the fact that I desperately want to touch his cock.
He settles down between my legs and rubs his finger up and down my sex. Making me squirm.
Tugging off my panties, I lean up off the bed to help him. And it takes only a second and I’m bottomless. I reach around my own back and unclasp my bra and slide it off. Dropping it onto the floor beside the bed. Realizing this is the first time I have been fully naked in front of a man other than my gyno for over two years.
His breath is hot on my core. My juices are slick and my clit needy.
“Mmmmmm, you smell so good baby. Like I said, I have to taste you, but not just yet.” He runs his finger between the folds of my sex.
“Oh god,” I moan. His thumb rests on top of my clit and makes small little circles, his breath is at my entrance. Oh yes. Right there. Touch me. I squirm and fist the sheets.
“Please,” I beg panting.
And he dives right in. His tongue lapping my tight hole and I scream out his name in the biggest and most joyous orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life. My body convulses over and over. When I’m finished I look down and see him peering up and me from between my legs. I give him a sly smile.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” He licks and rubs. “You taste like honey,” he breaths, rubbing my clit harder, teasing me, tantalizing me. I never knew anything could feel this good. He feels so good. I want him so bad. I need his cock in me.
“I need you.” I moan.
“Oh god baby… I love you… I want you so bad,” he purrs, running his finger up and down my hot slick slit. “You’re so wet and hot for me baby. Do I make you feel good?” he whispers, husky.
“Oh yes, Johnathan. I need you. You make me feel so good.” I arch my back. His touches are like electricity sparking into me. Pooling into my body. Raising a craving I’ve never had before in my life.
He licks and laps at my pussy. His hands kneading my hips holding me into place. Faster and faster he licks and nibbles on my clit.
“Oh god I’m so close. Don’t stop.” I grab the back of his head and fist his hair.
“Come for me baby,” he moans between my legs.
And I do. I scream out and my body shatters into the best orgasm of my life! I’m huffing and I can’t catch my breath. My body convulses and I can’t stop.
“This is just the beginning,” he says and slips a finger into me. I’m on the verge again. I can feel it building inside of me. A carnal need to be sated again by this perfect, beautiful, sexy, rock god. Who for if only for one night I will share my bed with.
“Johnathan, oh god.” I arch my back and fist my hair, biting my bottom lip hard.
“That’s it baby you’re so warm and soft inside. My cock is about to spurt hot juices in my shorts just by touching you, my sweetheart.” He licks my clit again with heavy breath. He’s breathing just as hard as I am.
Pumping his finger in and out of me I can’t help but moan. It feels so good and tight and sensual and erotic and everything else wonderful and beautiful and perfect in the world.
“Come for me baby. I need you. I need you to come. I need everything baby. Give me this. Please,” he begs.
I reach between my legs and make the biggest decision I’ve made in all my life or nearly all my life. I still his hand with my own and he kisses it.
“Babe,” I moan.
“Yes, my wonderful woman of mine?”
“I need you.”
“I know baby, that’s what I’m doing. I am giving you everything I can right now. You taste so good. Baby. You make me so happy. Thank you so much for all of this.” His voice cracks. I look down and his eyes are watery. He’s on the verge of crying and if he cries I am going to cry. This is the sweetest man ever! God he fills my heart with such love. I want him all of him forever. Just like this. Perfect.
“Don’t cry baby.” I wipe the tears clinging to his cheeks. He’s so raw and open and it’s so hot.
“You just make me so happy,” he smiles.
“I know baby. You make me happy too, so happy. So be with me. All of me,” I purr this time. And bite my lip nervously.
“I can’t make love to you baby. Not tonight.” He states, less emotional than I wanted.
“Why?” I whine.
“I didn’t come here for that and I don’t want you regretting it tomorrow. I just want to make you feel good. I don’t care about me. I want you.”
“And you have me and I want all of you too. I want to touch you. I need you inside of me. Please do that for me. Please make love to me. Please put your cock in me, baby. I need it. I need it so bad. Please…” I trail off.
He adjusts and kneels between my legs I can see his shorts are soaked from pre-come on the front which just fuels my fire. I burn my eyes into his. I need him to know that I want this I need him inside of me. I have never been more certain about anything else in my life. My pussy is pounding just for him.
‘Please,’ I mouth.
He looks down over my entire body and rubs a few more tears from his eyes. And nods. He steps off the side of the bed and steps out of his boxers. His cock springs free and fuck yes it’s just like I thought, it’s huge. And breathtakingly beautiful and I can feel my mouth salivating over my want to suck it. But I’ll have to do that another night if I get that lucky.
He speeds between my legs and readies himself above me. I can feel his thick head slide between the folds of my hot awaiting sex.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Yessss...” I hiss.
He presses the head in slightly holding his hand on his cock to guide himself into me. He’s hard and I’m so tight.
“I’m sorry baby, I’m so big. I don’t want to hurt you. You’re still sure, right baby? We can stop now.”
I smirk and let out a short giggle. “Johnathan, look at me.” He does, directly in my eyes. He looks so young and vulnerable. It almost breaks my heart.
“Does it look like I don’t want you?”
He shakes his head no.
“That’s right, baby because I don’t just want you inside me, sweetheart. I need you. I need to feel you, all of you.”
He exhales hard his body relaxes, relieving a lot of unwanted tension.
Feeding himself into me inch-by-inch, I spread open for him. I fit like a glove over his cock. He stops and pauses once he’s completely inside me.
I pull his hand from between my legs and tug him into my arms. His chest rests on mine, sort of. I’m five two and he’s six five. So I am completely covered by a giant muscle-bound sex god. I trace the lines of his back with my fingers.
“Your skin’s so soft.” I comment. “It’s okay to start, honey.”
But he’s still. He won’t move in or out of me. I can’t see his face but his body is soft and melded against mine. He so romantic and sweet and perfect. Just like my first time should have been. That was a terrible experience. This is amazing with an amazingly pain in the ass man. But a man who I adore. For now.
“I can’t,” He mumbles
“Why?” I whispers and lick his chest with my tongue. I was right it’s salty and soapy and delicious. Even better than what I thought. I can hear a light moan escape his mouth.
“I’m going to be very bad in bed.”
I laugh rather loudly and he turns to face me and his face is stone hard serious. So I caress his back.
“No you can’t be bad in bed. It’s not humanly possible,” I smile. He is so nervous. For a man who’s slept w
ith a lot of women. Oh god don’t think about that right now! Total turn off!
“Yes… Yes… it is… If I move in and out just once maybe twice if I am lucky I’m going to come and I mean hard. And I want to come in you. I know I shouldn’t but I do. I’ve never had unprotected sex in my entire life, not once. Is that okay?”
Well yes I guess I was stupid and didn’t even think about that. Should be fine. My periods are irregular and my docs told me like twenty million times I will probably never have a baby. Oh man maybe we should have had that talk before he decided he loved me. I can’t have kids. I have a tilted uterus and endometriosis. That would be a buzz kill now. So I guess I should just let this happen. No use in over thinking everything in life. For once I need to go with the fucking flow. Stacy would be so proud of me. Okay maybe not. Oh shit! Stop thinking. Stop thinking right now! You’ll ruin this!
“Baby you’re tuning out again. Am I not turning you on enough?”
“I was just making sure I am okay with what you asked me, silly. How are you still hard without moving? Shouldn’t he be asleep by now?”
“He’s never asleep around you and never will be. He couldn’t even if he tried. I know because I’ve tried to make him. You’re like his own personal drug made just for him.” He smiles. “So…?”
“Sweetheart, come in me. I would love that with you and only you and when you finish if you can keep him awake we’ll go for round two,” I wink.
He lowers his head and rests his forehead on mine.
“I am never ever going to be able to get enough of you. I hope you realize that.”
Oh my god he’s so sweet. My heart reaches out my chest and the butterflies in my tummy are going crazy. Can he be any more perfect in this moment? I think not.
“Just get on with it, will ya?” I joke and smack him on the ass. Hot damn it’s rock solid too. Milk does a body good! Real good!
“Yes ma’am,” he moans and pulls out and gently slides back in. I am so wet for him and stretched just to his size.
“Oh baby I told you this was going to be….Oh…..” he slides in and out slowly I can feel him all the way into my belly. He’s so big and thick. “Oh…Emily… Oh… Yessss. You’re so sweet and so tight.” He thrusts harder.
“That’s it baby. I want my big man to come for me. Fill me up baby… fill me,” I moan.
“Ahhh!!!! Emily!!!!” He comes hard, slamming into me over and over! His body arches and I hold onto his hips wrapping my legs around him. His hot semen spurts into me and sets me off. Oh god that feels awesome. Oh yes. Yes. I scream out his name and crawl at his back. My pussy tightens around his cock, sucking it dry. I need more, I want more. The craving is intense.
He pumps harder, never going soft. His come just makes for more lube and we make love three more times before he goes limp and collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms hard around him, melding him to me.
“That was awesome,” he says, kissing me on the forehead and then pecks me on the lips breathing heavy.
“Guess you won’t be needing cardio tomorrow,” I kid.
“No, I’ll never need it again now that I have you. I can’t get enough of you.” He nuzzles into my neck, pecks it a few times and rolls off top of me. I instantly feel lost. My heart aches again. I need him close. Man I am pathetic. This is stupid and ridiculous. I need help. Serious help. Who in the world knew that having mind-blowing sex with the sexiest man alive would make you this crazy? I wish I’d have known or I probably would have steered clear. Well maybe not. But who knows. I’ve got him now, at least for tonight.
He lays on his side and props his arm up under his head.
“So….?” He trails his finger down my stomach and back up circling around one of my erect nipples.
“So…. What?” I add.
“Was this a onetime thing or not?” His vulnerability is gone and his voice is on guard.
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “I thought it was fantastic. Maybe we can do it again once or twice.” I wink and give him a naughty little smirk.
I’m not sure if he’s buying it.
“I hope so baby. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t make love to you all the time. You feel so good. I love you so much baby.” He leans over and kisses my shoulder. My heart melts again.
I don’t want to ruin the mood by telling him I don’t know how I feel about him. Sure in the throes of passion I needed him and wanted him and yes my heart aches when I am not touching or around him. But that doesn’t mean this is something. I don’t believe in love at first sight like he apparently does. And I don’t even know if what I feel for him is love or extreme passion or a mixture. It could just be I’m a horny bitch and need a good romping. I also don’t know if I should tell him that he just gave me my first G spot orgasms. Chris and I had sex but I never came that way I played with myself because he wouldn’t touch me and that’s how I got off. But Johnathan he hit all the right spots. Which I kind of expected him to considering his vast amounts of experience. I came twelve times tonight. I counted. He had four and that’s impressive for a man. Most of my female friends, which I don’t have many of, say that their men are one timers and I know Stacy can go upwards of twice. Yeah we’ve had that conversation before. It was weird on my end but he’s been more than willing to share his secrets with me and seemingly only me. Which I guess I can say the same for him for most things in life. But sleeping with Johnathan might not want to be a subject I should brooch with him. First off he just told me he wanted me for our whole entire friendship and I go off and fuck his boss. Well, we didn’t fuck. We made love. And I mean that. There was passion and feelings behind the whole thing for both of us. Even if I hate to admit it. It’s bloody true. Although my timing couldn’t have been worse in regards to Stacy. He might just hate me after this. And I don’t mean the fighting and I hate you for a week but the forever kind. This will most likely fuck up his head. Man, I feel like a bitch now. What the fuck was I thinking? Oh yeah I wasn’t, I was feeling and touching and licking. Great now I fit into the “I’ve-fucked-Johnathan Striker” category and I’ll be another notch in his very long bedpost. He thought I might do this. I might regret it. I’m seriously starting to. God, could I be more of an idiot? Nope, probably not. Nothing like letting your hormones and pussy talk for you. They screw your life up.
Johnathan has magic words and a magic cock. No wonder women open their legs for him. He wouldn’t have to put in that much of an effort but I am sure he does. That dirty talk and reassurance does wonders in the sack. I know it made me want him more. I am such a terrible person. Can he cry on cue? I bet he can. God, he probably thinks I am such a sucker and can’t wait to leave once I pass out.
I look over and holy shit he’s already asleep naked next to me. Okay maybe he doesn’t care about the sleeping part. My bed is comfortable.
Confused and overwhelmed, I massage my temples.
Oh and how stupid was I? The I-don’t-want-to-have-sex-with-you ploy, makes you want it even more. He’s got game and a whole boat load of it. My pussy is in serious trouble. I am not going to feed her for a very very very long time. No touching, definitely no sex. Nothing! That’s what she gets for being a greedy little whore! I am going to have to go to the docs and get tested soon. I don’t want an STD. Sure they have a box of condoms in the bus, but he didn’t bring any with him or he would have used them, which tells me right there that he does this all the fucking time. Playing the whole: Oh, innocent me, I’ve never had sex without a condom. I call BULL SHIT! I know I haven’t, well except now. But I’ve also only ever had one partner and now two. Still low in the numbers. Nothing to be worried about, other than maybe contracting herpagonasyphilaids (herpes, gonorrhea, syphilis, aids). What the hell was I thinking?
Oh fuck it. I’ll enjoy tonight and tomorrow I can face that facts that I just got played by the master. The sex was amazing and to be honest I’ll never forget it for the rest of my existence and not because it’s Johnathan Striker, the lead singer of Stric
ken but because it actually was the best. It was soft and meaningful and he was so attentive and caring. Something I’ve never seen out of him before. His vulnerability, or what looked like it, was out in full force and my heart wanted him. It still does but that’ll change tomorrow. I have to not let this happen again. I can’t be a sex with benefits kind of gal. And that’s thinking he’ll still want that with me.
I slide off the bed snatch up the covers that somehow made their way onto the floor. I lay back down and toss them over both of us. I cuddle up close to him and wrap my body around his. He looks so beautiful and peaceful when he sleeps. He’s nearly soundless and his face is soft and gentle. Oh there goes the heart aching again. I can’t help it. The smell of sex is floating in the air and it smells divine. Who would have thought sex smells good? But it does, at least when we do it. I am full of his come. I can feel it seeping out between my legs. But I don’t want to wash him off yet, not now. I’ll let it stay in me. I need it to. I need to mark this day for the rest of my life. It will go down as the most passionate sex ever and when I grow up and marry another man who can’t give me that kind of passion but loves me and supports me, I can look back and say that I’ve felt that kind of passion before. I did tonight and for that I will always cherish Johnathan. Even if most of the time I want to jump him with a baseball bat.
Chapter Ten
I sit up and stretch and I’m alone in bed. I figured this would happen. I kind of called it. It feels empty and cold in my hotel room and I hate it. I turn and see that it’s, holy shit three thirty in the afternoon. I slept a long time. We didn’t get to sleep until a little after five but I slept really long. I never sleep that long. His clothes are gone. No, note, no nothing. My heart breaks just a little more. What should I expect? I guess I was just praying deep down that I was wrong about what last night was. But I called it. Nailed it right on the head. How disappointing.
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