I moved my mouth to her other nipple, which elicited another cry of my name from her lips. She ran her hands over my chest and arms, squeezing my biceps, which I eagerly flexed for her. She fumbled with my belt buckle, and I helped her free it from my pants. I rolled off her for a moment so I could peel off my jeans, but I left the underwear for her to remove. She rolled onto her right side and tugged at my underwear, sliding them down my legs. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but I could have sworn her eyes opened wider when she saw the size of my fully engorged cock. I was thrilled that the first time she saw it, I was at the height of arousal, when it looked the biggest.
I pulled off her jeans to reveal the sexiest pair of red lace panties I’d ever seen. I couldn’t help but wonder—had she been hoping to go to bed with me tonight?
It wasn’t long before we were both completely naked, and good goddamn was she gorgeous. I pinned her down to the bed by her shoulders when I climbed on top of her. Once again, I had the nagging feeling we were going too fast and that she might regret it later.
“Wait,” Rosemary exclaimed, eyes wide.
“What is it, baby? You okay?” I asked her as guilt surged through me. Here I was, pinning her to the bed and she seemed upset.
“We need a condom,” she said.
“Oh, right. I’ve got one. Don’t move.” I stroked her cheek gently before I got up.
I grabbed my jeans off the floor and pulled out my wallet. I hoped it didn’t freak her out too much that I kept condoms in there, but I was always prepared to have sex. Always. I yanked out a condom, and rushed back to Rosemary.
“Dear God, you’re beautiful,” I said as I straddled her naked body. She smiled at me, and then she lowered her eyes and watched me put on the condom. It was incredibly erotic, knowing she was staring at my cock. Once I had the condom in place, I leaned into position above her. I hesitated, giving her one last chance to change her mind.
“Do it,” Rosemary pleaded.
That was all the invitation I needed. I pressed my swollen cock at her entrance and pushed into her as she tightened her grip around my back. It took several back and forth tries to get all the way inside of her.
“God, babe, you’re really tight. It has been a while for you, hasn’t it?”
“Yes,” Rosemary whispered. And that’s when I saw it. A flicker of doubt and fear crossed her face, like it was dawning on her that she was having sex with the Johnny Creel; the guy who had fucked so many girls he could barely remember any of their names. Tenderness overwhelmed me as I looked into her sweet green eyes.
“I’m not gonna hurt you, Rosemary,” I said gently. “I’m not just after your body. I’m also after your heart.”
She let out a soft sigh and her expression relaxed a bit. She nodded. I kissed her tenderly as I slid my cock gently in and out of her. My arms were resting next to her shoulders; I squeezed in tighter so I could hold her close. It felt unbelievably good to be inside of her, and it wasn’t just the explosion of pleasure between my legs. I’d been so focused on her feelings that I was surprised at how emotional I was. I’d never had sex with a girl I really cared about, and it was sweet and warm and wonderful to be so close to her.
Oh, Johnny,” she said, as I felt her body begin to relax beneath me. She gazed up into my eyes as I gently slid myself in and out of her. “I need you. Harder. Do it harder!”
I grinned at her. “Anything you want, princess. Anything.”
I planted my hands firmly on the mattress so I could get better traction. I stared deeply into her eyes, giving her a moment of anticipation, knowing I was about to ram into her as hard as I could. She drew in a quick breath, like she was preparing herself. I slid my hips back, then slammed into her with all my might.
She dug her nails into my back and cried out so loud, I thought I might have hurt her.
“Oh, Johnny! Yes! Yes, oh God, Yes!”
I can’t believe she actually screamed YES.
Rosemary arched her back as I rammed into her over and over again. Fuck stilettos, I loved the feel of Rosemary’s bare ankles digging into my back. It felt so goddamned good, just pounding her hard and giving her what she needed. She looked at me with those incredible eyes of hers and panted, “Johnny, Johnny, oh … God …”
It was exhilarating to watch her try to catch her breath while I rammed into her. I’d never been more grateful to have a big cock than I was at that very moment. It was like my body and all my sexual experience up to now was all for her, as if all my years of learning how to pleasure a woman were practice to satisfy my beloved Rosemary. It was incredible, the way she looked at me as I made love to her. No woman had ever looked at me like that before. Like she was seeing the real me, and not the playboy billionaire from the tabloids.
Rosemary glanced down between her legs to watch me thrusting in and out of her, and then quickly looked back up at my face. It was like she wanted to watch me fuck her, but was embarrassed to have me know that she wanted to see. It was fucking adorable, and hot as hell at the same time. I leaned down and tried to kiss her as much as I could, but it wasn’t easy to do that and pound her hard at the same time.
“Oh, Johnny,” she moaned, digging her nails into my back. She looked into my eyes and looked almost shy. “This feels good … oh God, it’s so good … but I—I can’t …”
She paused, like she wasn’t sure if she should finish her thought.
“What, baby? Tell me. It’s okay,” I said. I was sure what I was doing to her felt good, but maybe I was starting to hurt her.
“I can’t, you know, come like this,” she said uncertainly. I let out a happy sigh and smiled at her. She was so sweet, and I absolutely loved that she told me what she wanted. I nodded, understanding. In my experience, lots of women couldn’t reach orgasm through regular sex.
“Don’t you worry, baby,” I said huskily. “I’ll take good care of you.” I put my lips to her ear because I wanted her to feel my breath on her skin when I murmured, “I’m gonna go down between those luscious legs and lick that pretty pussy of yours until you come so hard you can’t stand it.”
Rosemary let out a soft cry that was a cross between a moan and a whimper.
“Would you like that?” I asked, my lips still near her ear.
“Yes,” she whispered with desperate need in her voice.
“Say it, baby. Tell me you want me to lick your pussy.”
Rosemary let out a breath, and I felt her body tense. “Please, Johnny. Don’t make me say it.”
I chuckled, nodding. As much as I longed to hear her say the words, I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. “Okay, baby. But you do want me to do it, right?”
“God, yes!”
I grinned. That was good enough for me. I gently eased out of her, then slid down her body, letting my fingers glide down her legs as I did so. I pushed her knees apart and heard her draw in a breath. Normally I liked to tease a woman with my tongue before I got to the right spot, but I figured Rosemary had been tortured enough. I hoped we would have sex again—hopefully many times—and I could draw out her pleasure then. Right now, she needed the relief and release of a good, strong orgasm.
I ran my tongue over her clit and she fucking lost her mind. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her clutch the bed sheets with both fists.
“Johnny … Johnny … oh God don’t stop … don’t stop …”
I had no intention of stopping until I pushed her completely over the edge. For once, she was too wrapped up in sexual ecstasy to stress out over her feelings. Right now, my job was to make her come as hard as humanly possible. Her climax was building; I could hear it in her voice.
“Oh, Johnny,” she panted. “Oh … oh … oh …”
Rosemary fell silent for a moment, which probably meant she was about to—
“Johnny, OH!” she screamed as she clutched the sheets tighter and rode wave after wave of pleasure as she came, and came hard. Hearing her cry out my name as I gave her an orgasm was even sweeter and hotter than
I had imagined. Her breath came in gasps, and I didn’t stop flicking her clit with my tongue until she gently pushed my head away.
Rosemary was a vision as she lay on the bed panting, legs open, with her red hair spread out on the pillow. It was one of the proudest moments of my life. She looked like a woman who had just been pounded hard and completely, utterly sexually satisfied. Had she been any other woman on the planet, it was at that point I would cockily say, “You’re welcome.”
But she wasn’t just any woman. She was Rosemary Sutton, and she deserved better than my usual immature bedroom antics. I was so aroused, I felt like I would lose my mind if I didn’t get back inside her soon, but I refused to rush her. I waited a moment, then she finally opened her eyes.
I crawled back on top of her so I could wrap my arms around her. She gazed up at me with sleepy, satisfied eyes. “Oh, Johnny. I’ve never come that hard before in my life.”
“I’m glad, baby. I’m so glad,” I said tenderly. “I wanted so much to take care of you.” I gazed into her eyes and caressed her cheek.
Rosemary said softly, “I want to take care of you, too. I want to make you feel good.”
My heart melted. She was so sweet and wonderful. I was about to lean down to kiss her before I slid back inside her, but she had other ideas. She planted her hands firmly on my ass and guided my hips up. Before I could even register what was happening, she took my entire cock into her mouth. Well, not my entire cock, but what she couldn’t fit, she covered with her hand at the base.
I drew in a breath and grabbed onto the headboard for support. “Rosemary … ah fuck!”
She looked up at me with those sultry green eyes as she sucked me, visibly proud that she was driving me out of my mind with pleasure.
Dear God, it’s exactly like my fantasy. I threw my head back and groaned, gently rocking my cock in and out of her mouth. I didn’t want to gag her, but it felt so good I could hardly stand it. Rosemary moaned deep in her throat, and the vibration sent sharp ripples of bliss through my cock.
“Oh, God, Rosemary,” I moaned. I fucked her mouth for as long as I could stand it, but I knew I had to stop. I was wearing a condom, but I still didn’t want to come in her mouth. Not for our first time together. “I gotta stop, babe. I gotta stop,” I panted.
I forced myself to pull my cock out of her mouth. I slid back down to her waist and was about to ram into her to finish myself off, but once again, Rosemary had other plans. This time, she planted her hands firmly on my pecs and pushed me off her. Once she had me on my back, she straddled me, green eyes gleaming with pleasure at the control she had over me. I saw the same defiant spark in her eyes she had the day she told me off in the office. This was the strong, fiery part of Rosemary that I adored. It was sexy as fuck.
Rosemary tossed her gorgeously long hair back, then lifted her body and lowered herself onto me. I groaned aloud as she grinded against me, riding me hard, and rendering me practically helpless. She leaned back, making her breasts jut forward. I rubbed her breasts with both hands, before grabbing onto her hips.
“Rosemary, baby … oh God …” I moaned as I felt myself close to the edge. I gripped her hips and let out a loud groan as I leaned forward, coming so hard I thought I might bust through the condom. Sharp sensations of intense pleasure and release rippled and coursed through my body until I finally collapsed back, panting, on the bed. Now it was Rosemary who had every right to be cocky at seeing what she had done to me.
Instead, she smiled and said wearily, “God, we’re good together.”
I nodded, still catching my breath. Rosemary climbed off me and lay next to me.
“Come here, princess,” I said, pulling her into my arms. Now all I wanted to do was hold Rosemary close and make sure she understood exactly how I felt about her.
Chapter 18
Who knew Johnny Creel could be so romantic? It wasn’t just the song. The way he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom … I could have literally swooned in his arms. And the way he looked at me while we were making love. It was so tender and so sweet. I allowed myself to believe that he genuinely cared about me, like maybe I wasn’t just another one-night stand to him. I felt safe and warm and happy wrapped in his arms.
But doubts started creeping in. Maybe he’d gotten what he wanted from me and I’d never see him again. For all I knew, he’d always wanted to bed his secretary. I suddenly felt embarrassed at the way I’d practically thrown myself at him. That wasn’t at all like me. Johnny seemed to understand that, though. I had to give him credit—he actually seemed worried that we were moving too fast for my comfort. The way he’d gazed into my eyes and asked, Are you sure? Most guys would’ve just taken yes for an answer and left it at that.
My face heated when I realized how brazen I’d been in bed with him. My God, did I actually tell him to do it harder? I’d never asked for what I wanted in bed before, which was probably why I’d never had a great sex life. I couldn’t expect my lovers to be mind readers, but I’d always found it hard to speak up during sex. Somehow, I’d felt comfortable enough with Johnny to ask for what I needed. Now, post-orgasm, I was questioning everything and driving myself insane.
I swallowed hard and did my best to prepare for when Johnny left. I just had to hold it together until he was gone, and then I could sob myself to sleep on my pillow. Given how strong my feelings were for him, that was how this night was going to end. At least he was gentlemanly enough to cuddle after sex.
I lay there for a moment, reveling in the delicious sexual relief Johnny have given me. He was an incredible lover, that was for sure. I could still feel a delightful, tingling sensation deep inside me where Johnny’s generously sized cock had been.
“The tabloids were right about you,” I told him with a smile. “You’re huge.”
Johnny chuckled, and the sound warmed me up all over again. “Well, I’m glad you think so.”
“You were amazing, Johnny,” I said quietly.
“So were you. Everything I dreamed of, and more.” Johnny rolled over onto his side and wrapped his right arm around me. He gazed at me for a moment, and then said, “It’s getting pretty late.”
“Uh-huh.” My voice was small from the lump forming in my throat.
“Would it be okay with you if I stayed here tonight?”
“Of course!” I said, unable to hide my happiness. Relief flooded through me. He was going to stay.
“Good.” He smiled and ran his fingers through my hair. “Because I really can’t stand the thought of being away from you right now. Look, Rosemary, I know you usually only sleep with guys you’re serious about. And, well, I remember you sayin’ how hard it was on you when you had a one-night stand. I want you to know that I never would have gone to bed with you if I wasn’t serious about you.”
My heart melted as I looked into his eyes. I held my breath, waiting to see what he would say next.
“Rosemary, I know I’m kind of a mess right now, and it’s not like I have much to offer you or anything, but what do you say? Do you wanna date my broke ass?”
“You mean, like, exclusively, right?” I needed to know where we stood.
“Of course. There’s nobody else I want to be with.”
“Then I would love to date your broke ass,” I said with a smile.
“Yes!” Johnny said like a teenage boy who just got a date for the prom. It was charming and adorable. “Rosemary Sutton is my girlfriend!”
I laughed and said, “And Johnny Creel is my man.”
He grinned at me. “Admit it. That sounds really weird to you, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, it really does. But you’re not the same Johnny Creel you used to be,” I told him as I gently caressed his cheek. “You’re different and wonderful now, Johnny.”
He leaned over and kissed me, and my whole body relaxed. I’d never felt so safe and so cherished before. He was, by far, the best lover I’d ever had. Not only had he satisfied me in ways no other man ever had, but no guy had ever made
me feel so good after sex. Emotions tumbled all over inside me. I was excited and happy and relieved. Johnny and I were official. We were a couple now. I didn’t have to worry that he would break my heart.
Johnny finally broke off the kiss, and then looked into my eyes, “I am different now, and it’s because of you. It’s all because of you.”
“How do you figure that?” I asked. Sure, I had provided him with moral support. But the truth was that he’d finally found out what he was made of when he lost his money.
“It’s like once I realized what a wonderful person you were and how bad I treated you, I had a revelation. I know it sounds stupid, but I finally realized that everybody around me, people like hotel maids, valets, the guy at the post office … they’re real flesh and blood people. And that waitress lady at the karaoke bar. It’s like … I mean, I’m so happy for her kid. He’s gonna have like this awesome birthday now. He’ll get that video game and be so surprised and his mom is gonna be so happy. And I actually made that happen.”
Johnny’s eyes were lit up with excitement, and it was a beautiful thing to see. He was such a warm and wonderful man; I was overcome with emotion just listening to him talk. My eyes filled with tears. I was proud of him and happy to be so close to him.
Johnny looked horrified when he saw a tear run down my cheek. “No, no, no!” he said in a panicky voice, like he didn’t know what to do. “You’re not supposed to cry. I—I—I made sure I stayed with you so you wouldn’t cry!”
I smiled. “It’s okay, Johnny. These are happy tears.”
“Ohhhh. Well, that’s all right then,” Johnny said, gently wiping my tears. “I’m happy too, Rosemary. And you know, that wasn’t the only reason I stayed tonight. I really wanted to stay with you.”
“Good,” I said, pulling him toward me. He snuggled down next to me and started stroking my hair again.
“Get some rest, princess,” he said tenderly. Exhaustion suddenly overwhelmed me and it wasn’t long before I drifted off to sleep, feeling content and warm in Johnny’s arms.
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