Page 69 of Johnathan

“Just so fucking perfect, baby.” His lips found their way to her neck and he gently pressed a kiss to her jaw. John worked his way down and across her skin until she sucked in a sharp breath as his lips hovered over her scar.

“Did I hurt you?” He pulled back and searched her face.

“No. It’s still numb. But I just…I like that you did that. Would you do it again?” She tipped her head back, offering her neck to him.

John walked her towards the full length mirror and slid his hand up her chest, resting his hand at the lowest point of her neck.

“Higher,” she whispered. “Cover my scar.”

John slid his hand higher, squeezing gently. Her whole core turned to molten lava. He pulled her face towards his, smashing his lips down onto hers. The move was insanely possessive and did nothing to quench her thirst for him.

“I’ll fucking worship this scar every day for the rest of our lives if you let me.”

And he did. He kissed and gently nipped at the skin as she watched him in the reflection of the mirror. He ran one hand through her hair, tugging at the base of her head for better access to her neck while his other hand palmed her breast. The assault of sensations flooded her core with need, her legs clenching together as she tried to find some friction for a much needed release.

John’s hands found their way to her shoulders, and he pushed her down on the bed. Her legs moved wide enough for him to stand between them. His mouth was busy, making its way down her chest, sucking on one of her breasts with enough force to make her arch her back off the bed.

She felt his hands start crawling lower, over the curve of her stomach, down across her hips. Finally, his fingers made their way to her needy center. His mouth popped off the breast he’d been working over, a glorious smile of victory growing in front of her.

“Baby, you’re so wet. Is all this for me?”

“Yes,” she gasped as his thumb slipped over her clit. His movements were slow. Torturous. Drawing her to the edge of madness. “John, please. I need you.”

She couldn’t control the way her voice trembled as she begged for him to let her come. His finger slipped inside her, expertly curling to hit her G-spot until she flew over the edge into the abyss of her orgasm.

It was perfect. And she felt crazy for wanting more. But she did.

“I want you, John. Every inch of you.”

“I’m yours, baby. Fuck. I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me. And even then, I think I’ll be yours until the end of my days.”

Her fingers danced along the waistband of his pants, her tongue licking out against her kiss-swollen lips. Her eyes followed the movements of his hands, wanting to beg for hismovements to be faster, filled with more urgency than the slow strip tease she was being tortured with.

His hands worked to undo the button and zipper of his jeans. Slowly, he shimmied them down to the ground before kicking them over to the corner of the room. She would have laughed if her focus wasn’t solely on the outline of his erection, now very visible as he stood in front of her in nothing but his underwear.

When his hands raised back up to lower them, she jumped.

“No. Don’t.”

His head tipped in a silent question until she reached out and slipped her hands beneath the fabric. Her finger brushed over his warm, hard heat as she pulled him free. Sliding her hand from root to tip, her thumb brushed against smooth metal .

“You’re pierced!” She knew her eyebrows were probably so far up her forehead they looked like a part of her hairline, but she didn’t care. He was so thick, and for a moment she thought her brain was glitching when she felt something metallic on him. But no. Her eyes could very clearly see that her fingers hadn’t lied. There, near the tip of his hard, swollen length, was a piercing.

She’d never been with anyone in the way she was about to be with John before, and there stood this god-like man with a pierced cock looking at her. How the hell was that going to fit in her and not rip her to pieces?

“I told you, I wasn’t always the straight-laced sheriff’s deputy I am today.”

“Is it… I mean, will it hurt?”

“Baby, no,” he chuckled, his hand coming up to swipe at her peaked nipple while he pressed a kiss to the underside of her jaw. “It’s there to make the pleasure heightened for you.”

“I don’t know,” she groaned as she bit down on her lip.

John brushed his thumb across her lip, playfully nudging her to release her nervous habit.

“Abby, we don’t have to take this next step if you aren’t ready. I’m not going to pressure you into anything. And if you hate the idea of the piercing, I’ll take it out.”

“H-how did you decide to get it done?”

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