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“Ignore him. He’s like this every time you’re near.”

She mouths the word “wow”, her plump pink lips hanging open in a silent “O”. Because I’m fucking horny and now embarassed, I misstep. To stop both of us from stumbling I plant my boot down heavily…on Lovely’s foot. She sucks in a sharp breath and when I lean forward to look down I smash the top of my nose into the top of her head.

“Ah shit!” We jump apart, both of us feeling it. “Fuck are you OK?” I check Lovely’s delicate foot before feeling her head for bumps.

She’s standing stock still, not saying a word, and when I’m finally satisfied that nothing is broken I chance a glance at her face. She’s beaming at me, joy shooting out of her like fucking rainbows and butterflies. Her soft, small hands cup my face and next moment her lips are on mine, pressing, sipping, kissing me. For the first time, Lovely has initiated physical contact with me and I think I’m going to blow my load right here and now. Her tongue softly licks across the seam of my lips and I allow her entry. Our tongues gently explore, taste, tangle with each other. Gripping her face gently in my hands I angle her head just right, allowing me to deepen the kiss. I need more, just a little more. One moment more, two moments more and then we break apart, breathless.

“Take me home, Johnny. I would like to -” She stares at me, wide eyes full of excitement, a hint of fear, and a lot of determination. “I want to try, with you,” she whispers.

Nodding, I take her hand, leading her toward the door and away from the claps and hooting and hollering. I scoop her up, bridal style, and stalking to the ATV I set her down in the passenger seat gently. A loud as fuck boom explodes out from behind us and I throw myself over Lovely, protecting her with my body.

“Shit!” the kids all yell in unison.

“Sorry everyone, just a misfire!” Pops shouts.

I whirl around on him but before I can summon the words another loud boom pierces the evening air and glitter comes flying out at us from a trash can. Lovely lets out a loud whoop, staring up at the sky, where clearly, against the twilight the words “M4L 4 Eva” is written in fireworks. I admire them with Lovely as they fizz and drip out of the sky. Looking toward my family they all grin, offering thumbs up and whistles and words of encouragement. Lovely’s hand finds mine, entwining our fingers as my gaze finds Elio, the corner of his lips tippingin as close to a smile I’ve ever seen on him. I give him a nod of thanks and then help Lovely back into the passenger seat, taking my place in the driver’s side and peel away from the madness.

“Best. Date. Ever,” Lovely whispers, her hand on top of mine which is resting on her thick thigh.

A snort escapes me, but as we pull up to our cabin, I can’t help but agree.

Chapter 18

Lovely

I’m riding a high and I’m pretty certain it isn’t from that small glass of bubbly wine I had at dinner. No, it’s because of the man beside me and the family we left behind cheering at us. I’ve never felt so many good feelings all at one time. My skin feels too tight, but in the very best way, as if it’s just too small to fit all the big wonderful feelings whirring around inside me.

Johnny pulls the ATV up outside my cabin, and the feverish hunger we shared earlier seems to have simmered down to a shimmer just below the surface.

“I would like to escort you inside, and I would love to sleep next to you tonight, Lovely. But I do not expect anything else from you. We have all the time in the world, OK?”

I suck in a breath, then nod. I’ll let my actions speak louder than my words. Stepping out from the ATV I walk to the top of my stairs, stopping at my door to wait for my date. My Pres. My Johnny. He sucks in a breath, and then grins at me, moving so fast I’m almost shocked that a man of his size can move like that. In the blink of an eye he’s beside me, walking through my door. I kick off my low heels and Johnny removes his boots, using hisfoot to straighten them next to my door. I take two deep breaths, then entwine my fingers with his much larger ones, leading him to my bedroom. I know that he’s nervous, probably because I am too, but I am ready for this. I know Johnny, I know that he would never hurt me physically. More importantly, I trust him. But that doesn’t mean this will be smooth sailing. Blanche took me aside before my date and shared a little about her first few times after Royal. Thanks to Blanche I feel fully prepared for things to maybe not go well or go a little sideways. I know that trauma can rear its ugly head at the worst time, but I also feel prepared enough that if it is not going well, I am confident enough to use my voice to tell Johnny what I’m feeling. Blanche put my mind at ease by telling me that men seem to like a vocal woman, and someone who knows their worth. I have all these things buzzing around my mind and yet when Johnny leans forward to press a gentle kiss to my lips, all of the buzzing ceases, flying straight out of my mind, leaving it deliciously blank.

He pulls away, a gentle smile on his lips. “You looked like you were thinking too hard,” he whispers, nipping at my mouth once before dropping a kiss just beneath my ear, sucking on the skin.

My head tips to the side, giving him better access. A low groan is pulled out of me and my hands have a mind of their own, untucking his button up shirt, allowing me to run my hands up his muscular back, and around to his firm stomach. Coarse hair tickles my palms and with his warm breath and sinful lips grazing my chest, my body feels like an exposed nerve, zipping and zinging. His hands run up my soft torso, his thumbs brushing under my breasts and my body jolts at the pleasure. Taking that as a sign to continue, Johnny’s hands wander up over the swell of my breasts, rough fingertips brushing the bare skin of my cleavage before hooking my top down, allowing my breasts to spill free. I don’t even have any brain cells left to think about covering them, not when one is covered by Johnny’s palm,the other by his hot, wet mouth. My knees buckle as a throaty groan is ripped from me, Johnny catches my weight, pressing me to him, every inch of my front plastered to the front of his.

“L-Let me take my dress off.” I whisper hoarsely. “A-and can you take your clothes off? I want to see you.”

Gaining control of my wayward body I untangle from Johnny’s arms, stepping back once, then twice for good measure. If I stand too close his sinful mouth will attack me and I don’t want to ruin Mira’s dress with any bodily fluids if you know what I mean. I take a deep breath, moving my hands to the back zipper of the dress and then yank it down swiftly. My stomach is full of butterflies and my knees tremble, knowing that for the first time ever, I will willingly be naked in front of a man. But not any man, the gorgeous, rugged man that is sitting on the edge of the bed, naked save for a pair of tight black boxer briefs that the books speak of. His manhood is so hard that the purple crown is poking out past the waistband. I know that he is holding himself back, making sure I’m comfortable with everything we are hopefully about to do, but he needn’t worry. For the very first time, sharing my body will be my decision. A sense of power comes over me, and it fills my chest with pride. It compels me to use my voice, to communicate with this man about what I want.

“Johnny, I want to see you, all of you. Can you please take off your boxers?”

His gaze finds mine, eyes boring into mine as if to make sure I’m confident in my request. He must find what he’s looking for as he stands to his full height, hooking his thumbs into the waistband, and shoving them down his legs. His large cock points directly at me and I have no idea how or why, but my mouth waters at the sight.

“Touch yourself,” comes out in a hoarse whisper, but Johnny doesn’t hesitate. Taking his length in his hand he tugs roughly,moisture beading at the tip before dripping down the large vein that runs along the side of his cock.

My body clenches and I feel too hot, my dress suffocating me. I slide my arms out of the sleeves and then shove it to the ground, standing in just a bra with my breasts hanging over the cups, and a small pair of pink panties.

“Fuck me, you are absofuckinglutely breath taking,” Johnny groans out, stumbling back onto the bed, his hand shuttling faster and faster at the sight of my naked body.

The body that was always too fat, too pale. Breasts too big, vagina too dry, too frigid. But it’s not what it feels like here, at this moment. My body feels on fire, beautiful under Johnny’s gaze, perfect. More importantly,Ifeelbeautiful. And powerful.

He groans when I move to my knees in front of him. I’ve been in this position before, but not of my own volition. While I don’t think I can do what I’ve been made to do in the past, I have the burning desire to taste him on my tongue.

“Shit, baby, you don’t need to do that,” he pants out, chest heaving, hand gripping his length tighter.

“I want to taste you, I want to watch you lose all control.”

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