Losing His Shirt

by Linda Fausnet

  *****

  When I woke up the next morning, Johnny was gone. My heart skipped a panicked beat, but then I heard the shower running. Not only was Johnny still here, he was naked in the shower. The thought made me smile. I contemplated getting out of bed and joining him, but then I heard him turn the water off.

  He walked back into the bedroom wearing only a towel. He grinned at me, leaning in the doorway in a display of delicious male perfection. I eyed him up and down, and he seemed pleased that I was admiring him.

  “Hope you don’t mind my using your shower,” he said. He ran his fingers through his wet hair. “Or that I’m going to smell like strawberries all day.”

  I giggled. “Not at all.”

  I stretched out lazily in the bed, and Johnny grinned. “You look like a woman who was recently made love to.”

  “Mmmm, I feel like a woman who was recently made love to.”

  Johnny walked over to my side of the bed, then leaned down and kissed me. Good thing I kept mints on my side of the bed and had chewed one only moments before. I didn’t want to subject him to my morning breath. I wrapped my arms around his neck and eagerly kissed him back. I was starting to hope for a repeat of last night’s performance. I rather liked the idea of spending the day in bed with Johnny.

  “You get a shower, and I’ll take care of breakfast,” Johnny said.

  “Okay,” I said, feeling a little disappointed. Now that I’d had a taste of what Johnny could do to me, I wanted more.

  After I finished my shower and put on my makeup and a casual but pretty, blue dress, I walked into the kitchen to find Johnny hard at work. He was cooking eggs on the stove and the delicious smell of fresh coffee filled the room. I came up behind him and grabbed his sexy ass and squeezed. He looked so damned good in those tight jeans of his.

  “Hey, quit molesting me while I’m cooking, woman!” Johnny protested.

  “Shut up. You love it.”

  “Yeah, I do,” he said, sporting that grin I loved.

  “Look at you! I had no idea you could cook,” I said, marveling at his handiwork.

  “Yeah, well, I finally got sick of cold cereal, so I looked online to see how to cook eggs and stuff a few weeks back. First few attempts were not pretty, but I finally got the hang of it.”

  “Coffee,” I said like a zombie. “I need coffee. You wore me out last night.” And please do it again, I nearly added out loud. I headed toward the pot.

  “No, no, no! I got that. You got me coffee enough over the years. It’s my turn. You go sit down and relax.”

  I kissed him on the cheek and took a seat at the kitchen table. I sighed softly as I watched him work. He looked so eager to take care of me, and it was the cutest thing I’d ever seen. Johnny grabbed a mug and poured. Then he suddenly froze in place.

  “What?”

  Johnny looked at me sheepishly. “I feel bad. You know exactly how I take my coffee and I don’t have a clue how you like yours.”

  I smiled at him. “It’s okay, Johnny. We’re both still learning about each other. Dash of cream, pinch of sugar.”

  “Coming right up!” Johnny said as he finished getting it ready.

  He walked over and handed the mug to me and, God help me, I could not resist. I took a sip, grimaced, and said, “Are you kidding? It’s not hot enough!” I looked up at him, giggled, and took another sip of the perfect coffee he’d made for me.

  Johnny shook his head. “I was such a fucking dick!”

  I laughed. “You were a dick, but you’re making up for it now. With coffee and breakfast … and with everything you did to me last night.” I gazed into his eyes seductively. I loved seeing the proud smile on his face. After last night, he should be proud.

  “Well, there’s more where that came from, baby.”

  “God, I hope so.”

  Johnny stared so intensely into my eyes that I thought he might clear off the table and take me right there. Which would have been fine by me. After another moment of hesitation, he went over to the counter to fetch my breakfast. He set the plate of bacon and eggs down in front of me.

  “This looks amazing, Johnny. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome,” he said with a smile.

  Johnny grabbed his own coffee and food, and then sat down across from me. “I like hanging out with your friends, Rosemary. But it’s nice to finally be alone with you.”

  “Yeah, it is nice,” I said with a happy sigh. “I appreciate you taking the time to get to know them. They all really like you.”

  “Ryan doesn’t think much of me,” Johnny said, stabbing a fork into his eggs.

  I winced. I felt bad that it was so obvious. Ryan meant well—he was just overprotective of me, and he wasn’t ready to forgive Johnny for the past. “Don’t worry about him. He’ll chill out eventually.”

  Johnny looked like he was going to say something, then thought the better of it.

  “I loved your song, Johnny. It was so beautiful,” I said dreamily, remembering yesterday’s events. I was incredibly touched that Johnny had been brave enough to express his feelings like that.

  “I’m glad you liked it. I’ve never been so nervous in my entire life,” Johnny said with a smile. “I figured you’d either kiss me back or slap me. I wasn’t entirely sure which way it was gonna go.”

  “I’ve been dying for you to kiss me, Johnny.”

  “Cool,” he said simply, which made me laugh.

  When we were finished eating, I started to gather up the dishes.

  “No, let me do that,” Johnny said.

  “No way. You’ve done enough. I’ll take care of the dishes,” I insisted. I kissed him on top of his adorable, strawberry-scented head as I cleared his plate. I scrubbed the pans from the stove and loaded the dishwasher, aware that Johnny was watching me the whole time from his seat at the kitchen table.

  When I was done, I walked over to him and he stood up. He wrapped his arms around me and held me for a moment. Then he caressed my hair and kissed me. It was a gentle kiss at first, but it quickly turned passionate. I moaned softly as I felt his hardness pressed right between my legs.

  Johnny gazed into my eyes, and then glanced at the newly cleaned breakfast table. “You ever have sex on a kitchen table?”

  I drew in a quick breath. My stomach tingled and my heart pounded. “No. You?”

  He hesitated a moment, like he didn’t want to answer, then nodded.

  “Oh,” I said, my heart squeezing in my chest. It hurt to think of Johnny having exciting sex in the kitchen with some other woman. “I guess there isn’t much you haven’t done, huh?”

  Johnny still looked a little sad, then he brushed my hair out of my face. “Not really. Look, I know it’s no secret that I’ve been with lots of women in the past, and … I know this sounds like such a line, but it’s different with you. It really is.”

  I nodded, wanting to believe him.

  “With all the money I used to have, I could get any girl I wanted and that’s what I used to do,” Johnny said. His words were hard to hear, but his voice was gentle and it calmed me. He knew this was painful for me, and I appreciated him taking the time to explain. “But when I lost my money, I didn’t exactly have that option anymore. It’s not just that, though. Like, a few weeks ago, a buddy of mine offered to give me, you know, enough money for a fancy hotel room and enough cash to throw around to …”

  “Get you laid.”

  “Yeah. That. I turned him down. You know why?” Johnny asked, and I shook my head. “Because I was getting ready to make a move on you, and I just wasn’t interested. I didn’t want anybody else, and that’s the truth. I still don’t want anybody else. All I want is you, Rosemary,” he said, his voice turning low and deliciously sexy. “Right now. On this kitchen table.”

  I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in for a kiss, making it abundantly clear that I was totally up for a kitchen romp. He cupped my face with those huge hands of his and kissed me deeply. The next thing I knew, I was on m
y back on the table and he was on top of me. He kissed down my neck, then pulled my dress and bra down so he could tongue my naked breasts. I was already panting heavily.

  Johnny reached down under my dress and snatched off my panties. “Spread your legs,” he commanded. I moaned and did as I was told. It was so goddamned sexy the way he took control. My past lovers were timid by comparison.

  Johnny slid down between my legs and started kissing my inner thighs. I panted harder as I felt his hot breath getting closer and closer to the right spot. He kissed and licked and teased, still getting closer to my clit but not close enough.

  “Johnny,” I whimpered, stunned at the intensity of my need. I was as desperate as I had been last night before my sex drought ended. “Please.”

  “Oh God, I love when you beg,” Johnny said with a chuckle. “Tell me what you want. Say it, baby. Tell me what you want me to do.”

  I knew he wanted me to say “lick my pussy,” but I just couldn’t do it. We both knew what I wanted—what I needed. Why did I have to say it out loud?

  “Johnny … please …” I both loved and hated the torture he was putting me through. It was incredibly erotic for me to be splayed out on the kitchen table, completely at his mercy. He teased and stroked and licked for a little while longer, then suddenly, with no warning, a burst of pleasure exploded between my legs. I arched my back and cried out when he started swirling his tongue around my clit.

  I reached behind me to grab the wooden table for support as I arched my back and rocked my hips, fucking his mouth in perfect rhythm. The pleasurable sensations were so intense, I thought I would die if he stopped. “Johnny … Johnny …” I cried, barely able to catch my breath.

  I hadn’t wanted to confess my lack of experience last night, but I had never had a man go down on me before. My last two boyfriends had fingered me to make me come, though maybe not as often as they should have. Sex had always been more about closeness and intimacy than actual pleasure for me. Until now. Now it was both, and it was fucking incredible.

  “Johnny … oh God, baby … don’t stop … please, don’t stop …” I pleaded as I felt myself starting to come. “Oh … oh … oh …” He swirled his tongue faster and my orgasm slammed into me with a force so strong I felt it through my whole body. In that blissful moment, I found out that there really was such a thing as toe-curling sex. When my climax finally subsided, I lay there breathless, panting, just like I had last night. I might as well have been a virgin before, because I felt like I knew what truly great sex was for the first time in my life.

  Johnny straddled me and started unbuckling his pants. He was a vision of masculinity as he towered over me, and my heartbeat sped up again, knowing that his huge cock would be inside me in a matter of seconds. I realized that seconds would be too long to wait, so I helped him off with his jeans and fumbled with his shirt buttons. Soon, he was completely naked.

  “Rosemary, I have to have you. Now,” he said in a deep voice that ached with need. I drew in a breath, opened my legs, and prepared for him to ram into me with that delightfully thick cock of his. Positioned on top of me, I could feel his hot breath on my face. He suddenly dropped his head and whispered, “Fuck!”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Condom.”

  “Oh my God! You’re right.” I stared at him, wide-eyed. I was always so careful; I couldn’t believe I’d gotten so carried away that I’d totally forgotten protection. As much as I cared for Johnny, I wasn’t exactly ready to bear his children just yet. “I think there’s some in my bedroom drawer.”

  “Okay,” Johnny said, jumping off me and down from the table. He glanced back at me and said, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

  I giggled and nodded. I let out a deep sigh, somehow both sated and hungry for more.

  *****

  I couldn’t believe I was about to have sex with Rosemary for the second time in twenty-four hours. I was still getting used to the fact that I was now allowed to touch her, to hold her, to kiss her whenever I wanted. She was my girlfriend. I felt like I’d gone from having nothing to having everything.

  My cock was so hard it practically hurt. I rushed over to her bedroom drawer to find condoms. A prickle of jealousy shot through me when I thought about the fact that they had been bought for some other guy, even if it had been a long time ago.

  That prickle turned into a sharp stab when I opened her drawer to find a framed photo of a handsome man, clad in a U.S. Marine uniform. My heart sank. Had Rosemary once dated a marine? Why hadn’t she ever mentioned that? Oh God, he didn’t die, did he? I couldn’t possibly compete with a dead, heroic marine.

  I felt like shit for making a marine’s death in the service of his country all about me and my petty insecurities. Besides, he might not even be dead. And he might not even be Rosemary’s former lover. He could be a cousin, a friend …

  “Johnny?” came Rosemary’s voice from the other room.

  Pull your shit together, Johnny. You’ve got a gorgeous woman spread-eagled on the kitchen table waiting for you.

  I shoved the marine’s picture out of the way and found a condom underneath. I couldn’t help but wonder if the American hero’s cock was bigger than mine.

  I felt a twinge of sadness for Rosemary. If I was this upset thinking about her former lovers, it had to be difficult for her to think about all those women I’d had. I couldn’t change the past, but I would make sure Rosemary understood that she was the only woman I truly cared for.

  I slammed the drawer shut and charged back into the kitchen to take care of business.

  *****

  Johnny finally came back into the kitchen with a condom. I had started to worry that there weren’t any left.

  I drew in a deep breath as he climbed back on top of me. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me again. He bent down to kiss me first, and his lips were warm and wonderful.

  “OH!” I cried out when he plunged into me without warning. “Johnny, Johnny, oh God …” The blissful sensations of his glorious pounding overwhelmed me. It drove me crazy when he fucked me hard. He penetrated me even deeper on the table than he had in bed.

  “Rosemary,” Johnny panted as he thrust in and out of me. He gazed deeply into my eyes as he made love to me, and it was incredibly arousing to watch his pleasure grow. He was masterful and dominant, and it was thrilling to just be taken like this. I couldn’t get over his stamina: that he could pound me so hard and so long without losing control.

  Johnny kissed me again, and pulled out of me. He got down from the table. I didn’t say a word; I was dying to see what he would do next.

  He scooped me up into his arms and carried me over to the kitchen counter. He set me back on my feet, then grabbed the bottom of my dress and yanked it off over my head. He unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. When I was finally as naked as he was, he turned me around, then grabbed my hands and planted them firmly on the counter. Johnny pressed his body against my back and leaned in close.

  “Is this okay?” Johnny asked in a soft voice, and my heart melted. I loved it when he took control, but I also loved that he was careful to make sure I was comfortable.

  “Yes,” I told him. “Do it.”

  I gripped the counter to brace myself, and he plunged back inside me. I cried out like I always did when he first entered me.

  “Oh, Johnny … Johnny … this feels … so … good …” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Ohhh, Johnny … I’ve never done it like this before …”

  My confession really turned him on; he growled deep in his throat and banged me even harder. I tightened my grip on the counter. I’m gonna be sore later, I thought. Once again, I couldn’t believe how long he could hold on without coming.

  “I need to see you, beautiful. I want to see you,” Johnny murmured in my ear. He pulled out of me and spun me around. Grabbing me by the waist, he sat me up on the counter. He took my ankles and yanked my legs open wide. I gasped and he glanced up at my face like he was checking to make s
ure I was cool with what he was doing.

  Panting, I stared deeply into his eyes, silently letting him know that, oh yes, I was cool with it. Johnny positioned himself at my opening, then rammed inside while holding my left leg up near his shoulder. I leaned back on the counter, holding onto the sides for dear life. I closed my eyes, letting the pleasurable sensations wash over me.

  When I opened my eyes, he was watching me intently, which was incredibly erotic. I glanced down between my legs. I wanted to watch him fuck me, but I thought the better of it and looked back up.

  Johnny grinned. “It’s okay to look, Rosemary.”

  I bit my lip shyly, then looked back down to watch Johnny’s huge cock sliding in and out of me. My God, he was a fine specimen of manhood. I felt him watch me as I watched him fuck me. I couldn’t believe I could be this aroused after having just had an incredible orgasm a short time ago. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the counter, loving just letting him have his way with me.

  “Oh!” I cried when Johnny started gently rubbing my clit with his thumb while he banged me on the counter. I was suddenly desperate to come again. I felt like I couldn’t wait another second. “Faster, Johnny. Faster!”

  My eyes shut tight, legs splayed open on the counter, I completely surrendered to Johnny’s touch. He rubbed faster and faster with his thumb until I completely lost my mind. “Johnny!” I screamed so loud that I thought everyone in the building would know my lover’s name.

  Watching me orgasm sent Johnny over the top. He gripped the counter and pounded me over and over again, chasing his own climax. “Rosemary … Rosemary … ah fuck!” Johnny came hard and I braced myself to cope with his final thrusts. He squeezed his eyes shut as he came, and it thrilled me to see him in the throes of such pleasure after he had so thoroughly satisfied me.

  Johnny hung his head, breathing heavily as he recovered from his orgasm. I loved seeing him look tired, satisfied, and happy. He tenderly wrapped his arms around me and held me close, resting his head on my shoulder. It was such an intimate moment, having him hold me while he was still inside me. We stayed like that for a little while.