Page 61 of Johnathan

“Would you like the honor of taking me home, John?”

“More than anything.”

The door swung open and Abby jumped back into his arms. It was his turn to press his mouth to hers with reckless abandon. A few steps into her apartment, John shut and locked the door while palming her ass.

“We need to get out of these wet clothes.”

“I know,” she laughed. “I’m trying to get you to take me to my bedroom so I can.”

“Give me one second. I’ve got a change of clothes I’m going to get into. You do the same and then we’ll meet in your room.”

“What? No, let’s just get naked.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, baby. Tonight I’m going to make you feel so fucking good. And you’re going to let me.”

“You don’t want… you don’t want me to touch you?”

“Fuck, I want you to touch me so goddamn bad, Abby. But I’m not going to jump the gun and take advantage of you on our first date.”

“Oh my god. I’m acting ridiculous, aren’t I? Like some horny weirdo. Oh shit… I’m so sorry, John. I’m not… I’m not normally like this.”

She started pulling at the collar on her shirt and he immediately realized his mistake. Fuck. He wanted to slow things down because she meant so much to him, not because he wasn’t attracted to her.

“No. Wherever your mind just went now, just no. I want to take this next step. I want this moment of intimacy with you. You’re going to have me, beautiful. But I’m a man of my word. Right now is for taking care of you. It’s because you mean so much to me that I want to take things slow. I want to do things the right way, Abby.”

Holy shit. The moment she’d fantasized about for the last six months was actually happening. John Boone’s mouth was on her bare pussy, and nothing had ever felt so right or amazing before. It was a million times better than anything she’d imagined while taking care of business herself.

“Oh shit, John.”

“Mm, that’s right baby. I’m going to eat you until you can’t even remember your own name.”

“You’re killing me,” her breath hitched. “Let me come.”

“Soon.”

He dove back in. His tongue fucked her until her body with convulsing as pleasure pooled low in her belly. When she was finally ready for the wave of her orgasm to wash over her, John lifted his head.

“No…” she groaned.

“Sorry, baby. Is there an ache you need me to take care of?”

“It hurts. Stop teasing me.”

His laugh was deep, and his beard roughed up the inside of her thighs as he went back to conducting the most insane symphony of sexual prowess on her. With her clit thoroughly cared for by his god-like tongue, John began pumping his thick finger into her.

“Oh shit…Oh shit, John.”

The vibrations of his moan, along with the addition of a second finger inside her sent her crashing over the edge. Stars danced in her vision and her back arched off the bed as he curled his fingers, perfectly hitting her G-spot.

“Good girl. God, you are so fucking perfect, Abby.”

John slid into bed behind her and she rolled so her face was buried in his chest. Her body was buzzing, a million little waves of release still making their way through her jelly-like bones.

He tucked her head under his chin and her eyes started to flutter closed.

“I want you to come away with me,” he whispered into her hair.

“I already feel like I’m floating in another dimension.”

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