Page 34 of Stone

My heart clenched painfully.

I’d been avoiding thoughts of John leaving for months. It was easy to tell myself it was a step toward our future. I owed it to him to be supportive, but that knowledge didn’t stop the tightening of my throat or the sick feeling spreading through my insides every time it hit me that he was going.

Burying my head in the sand wasn’t going to cut it anymore. John was about to leave, and there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it.

Our time was almost up.

“That’s it, baby. Nice and slow.” John threw his head back and groaned, his fingers digging into my hips.

I pushed my hand against the window of his truck, trying to get some purchase as I sank onto him. Flexing my thigh muscles, I lifted again before lowering myself down until he filled me so completely it felt as if he’d impaled me.

It was our third time having sex, and the initial pain I’d experienced had been replaced by so much pleasure that my head almost spun with it. I never knew it could be this way, never understood how staring into John’s eyes while he moved inside me could breed so much intimacy that I could’ve cried from all the love swirling inside my heart.

A week ago, if somebody had told me I’d be naked as the day I was born, in John’s truck, riding him without a care in the world, I’d have blushed and stammered that there was no way. It was a testament to how he made me feel as if I could do anything if he stood by my side. John Stone gave me all the confidence in the world because he believed I was worth loving.

“Jesus, Leesy,” John groaned, lifting his head and leaning forward. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

I whimpered as his hands gripped me hard, and he held me still while he thrust upward into me.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he rasped, circling his hips while his fingers trailed to my pussy, and pressed on my clit. “You’re so fuckin’ mine, Leesy.

It was my turn to throw my head back. The pleasure was so intense that I felt the heat build in my stomach, and I groaned, “Don’t stop, Johnny.”

“Baby,” he muttered in reply. “I can feel you gripping my cock. You’re so fuckin’ tight. Jesus, Leesy, I’m so close.” His hips gave an involuntary jerk, and he cursed under his breath as he began to come.

It was like an electric jolt to my body. The heat building within spread outward until every nerve ending tingled with pleasure. Goose bumps erupted over my skin, and I let out a cry as my orgasm hit me like a freight train. The pleasure intensified as John’s thrusts turned rougher and deeper, my thighs shaking with the force of my orgasm.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Fuck, yeah,” John rasped, rutting into me as deep as he could go while simultaneously pressing down hard on my clit with his thumb.

With a scream, I went off like a firework, literally, because lights flashed behind my eyes. My head writhed from side to side, my blood singing. I whimpered with pleasure as I circled my hips, trying to wring out every second of pleasure I could.

“Jesus, Leesy.” John framed my face with his hands, staring at me as he emptied the last of his cum into the condom. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to my lips before collapsing back onto the seat.

Our bare chests heaved, skin to skin, as we both fought to catch our breath. His golden eyes bored into my green, conveying all the love in his heart.

It was always that way between us. We never needed words to tell each other how we felt.

“Are you cold?” he asked softly, his large hands resting on my waist.

“Never when I’m with you,” I replied, leaning forward to snuggle into his chest and inhaling his scent.

His fingertips trailed up and down my spine. “Can’t believe I’m goin’ tomorrow. It’s come around fast.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak for fear my voice would catch. John was right about how quickly the days had passed. It seemed like only yesterday that we rode up to Rock Springs on his birthday so he could enlist. We’d only gotten closer since then, and the ache of letting him go had only gotten more acute.

“Leesy,” he said gently.

I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting my tears to escape.

“Elise,” he prompted again.

“I can’t, John,” I whispered. “If I look at you, I’ll beg you to stay. I’m trying to make it easy for you, so let me be, just for a minute.”

He chuckled softly. “My girl, always putting me first.”

And I nodded because he was right; I’d always put his feelings before mine.

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