“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 ready’s 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. Your 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 skins so soft.” I comment. “It’s okay to start honey.”
But he’s still. He won’t move in our 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. 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 with 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 am 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 a sleep by now?”
“He’s never a sleep 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 and kisses 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 came 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 friend which I don’t have many. There 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 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 am 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 woman open there 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 think’s I am such a sucker and can’t wait to leave once I pass out.
I look over and holy shit he’s already a sleep naked next to me. Okay maybe he doesn’t care about the sleeping part. My bed is comfortable. 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, defiantly 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 Stricken 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 am 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.
I slide out of bed and my pussy is gooey with come. Time to pee and take a shower. I get into the bathroom and yep it’s the same as before. Nothing different. I turn on the shower and go pee then slide under the hot water. Oh it feels so good on my skin. Rejuvenating. Maybe it will wash all the pain away that I am now suddenly feeling. This pain in my chest I pray stops aching soon. I can’t take it. I wish they had a pill for this but I know what it is. This is what heartbreak actually feels like. Go figure I’d know what self-loathing and heartbreak feels in less than a week. Two and a half more weeks with him and then I will finally catch a break. I need that break now. But it’ll have to wait. I have no choice.
I dry off and get dressed in another one of the approved outfits. Jean shorts, baby blue printed T that says ‘It’s only rock and roll but I like it.’ In black. I still wear heels. It’s just my fashion style. I love them and I put on a pair of black shiny ones. That I’ve owned for four years maybe longer. They are uber-comfortable and only three inches, so I won’t kill myself in them. I started wearing heels not because I really wanted to but with being only five foot two in a family of giants I did it to fit in. The three or four inches might not seem like much but from my short stature it’s a big difference. You don’t realize that height matters until you’re the only one in the crowd of ten, six foot plus men and women and they don’t talk to you because you’re short and they don’t see you. That’s happens to me a lot. Stacy god love him has never done that to me. He’s always told me to embrace our eleven inch height difference. I try so hard. I don’t actually hate my shortness or anything about the way I look for that matter. But in the professional world you don’t stand out as much. My red hair helps some to bring the attention down to my level but sitting in a boardroom meeting when my feet can’t even touch the floor. It’s rather embarrassing and I feel under qualified because of my childlike stature.
I snatch my phone out of my only purse. It’s black and silver. I love this thing. It’s defiantly seen better days. I’ve used it every day for the past three years. It fits me and it fits my stuff or lack of stuff I should say. I don’t carry much in the way of purses. Women tend to shuck and stock load of garbage in their purses. I don’t. I do the essentials that’s it. Lip gloss, wallet, my Nook, hand sanitizer, Kleenex, mints, my cell and a pen. I don’t carry female hygiene products because my female organs rarely make me bleed. It’s like once a year. I know a lot of woman would be jumping up and down to be that way. But honestly I’d rather bleed and know that I have a higher chance of being a mom than the five percent the doctors gave me. My gyno Dr. Shells told me if my problem keeps progressing as bad
ly as it is I am going to have to have my uterus and possibly my ovaries removed in the next two to three years. The only person I’ve told this to was my mom. I know Stacy would never understand and my mom’s a nurse so I confided in her. I’m not saying it didn’t shatter her to hear her only child can’t have children but I always figured since I’ve been sixteen that I’d adopt. That’s when I found out about my condition and it gets worse and the pain at times is debilitating. I have a script to help with the pain but sometimes they don’t even work. I’ve looked into adoption options. I figure if I don’t marry and adopt with my husband by the age or thirty I will just do it on my own. Some countries allow single parent adoption and I have a huge binder back in NY with all the specifics.
I ring Stacy he picks up on the fours ring.
“Hey Em, you finally decide to crawl out of bed this morning?” he laughs into the phone. I have to pull it away. He’s too loud.
“Yeah didn’t get to bed until late.” This would be the time I’d chime in and say I had sex last night, but I can’t. This secret is just going to have to be held between locked lips.
I throw myself fully clothed onto the bed.
“So what’s your plans today? We’re heading out tonight.” He says and I can hear loudness in the background like a hair dryer or something.
“What are you doing? And I thought we weren’t leaving until tomorrow.”
“Oh… I’m doing nothing. I’m in my room. And no I decided to leave today I ran it by the guys and they’re cool with it. So we are pulling out at eight after we all hit dinner together.”
Yep, he’s in his room alright and he’s not alone. So much for pining away for me. Oh shit! Shut up you hussy. You had a big cock in you last night. I can’t be getting all overprotective and pissy. I have zero right.
“Do you have a lady friend?” I muse and smile, fingering my wavy hair like a damn teenager talking to her girlfriend lying on her bed all giddy and childlike. I’m pathetic.
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