Page 20 of Cut to the Heart of It
He slowly pumped as his mouth covered mine, his tongue slowly sweeping every part of mine. It was tender and sensual.
It wasn’t long until pressure built in my center again.
“CJ, you feel too good, I’m not gonna last much longer.”
I squeezed my legs around him and dug my fingers into his back. “I’m close, let go Johnny,” I breathed out.
He reached down and hooked his hand under my knee with one hand and held himself up with the other as he quickened his pace. He thrusted hard and deep, hitting my g-spot at just the right angle sending stars to my eyes.
“Oh CJ, I’m coming,” he moaned as my walls pulsated around him. “Oh, I feel you coming.”
“I am, don’t stop. Oh Johnny!”
After a few more pumps, we both grunted out and my body went limp, stars still filling my vision. He lay over me while I lazily rubbed his back, planting small kisses to his hard shoulder.
He nuzzled to the curve of my neck, and I ran my fingers through his hair. “That was great.”
“Yes, it was.”
“I could lay here forever.”
I laughed under him. “Wouldn’t that be great?” I asked as I rubbed his head.
He lifted his face to look at me. “It would.” I grinned then gave him a peck. “I guess I need to take care of that thing. I’ll be right back.” He pulled out and I immediately missed the connection.
He walked to the bathroom, so I rolled to watch. What a perfect ass. I heard water then he came back with all his glory on display and climbed on the bed. “Roll back over.” He instructed.
I did as he said, and he took a warm washcloth and cleaned me up. The way he stared at me while he did sent another flush to my chest and cheeks.
He tossed the rag toward the bathroom then stretched out next to me. “I could just look at you all day, woman.”
“Likewise.” He was magnificent, but my whole body was still mush so I was proud I got that one word out.
“I’m glad you enjoy it.” He pulled me close and lay his head on my breast. “Is it too forward to ask to sleep here?”
Butterflies filled my stomach causing me to giggle like an idiot. “I’d be a little put out if you didn’t now.”
“No, I’m sleeping in this room for sure, I meant here, right here,” he said as he dug his beard into the soft skin of my breast.
“Oh,” I giggled again, “I suppose if you want. But you should know I’ll turn into a furnace after a while.”
“Well, you’re already hot, so I’ll take my chances.” He squeezed his arm over me, pulling me even closer.
We lay like that a while until his stomach growled.
“I guess I need to go cook dinner.”
I rubbed his head again. “You don’t have to do that. I can do it.”
He sat up on his forearm. “Woman, you’re gonna have to get used to this.” He kissed my nose then rolled off the bed. “First, a shower, then I’ll go cook for us both. You stay there and relax.”
I watched him walk to the bathroom then pulled the blanket over me and lay there until he came out. He had on his long-johns and a t-shirt.
He leaned over me, pressing his warm lips to mine. “I’ll go start dinner. Want me to get you when I’m done?”
Was this guy for real?
I shook my head. “No, I’m going to hop in the shower then I’ll be down.”
