Page 28 of Cut to the Heart of It
“You smell like happiness. Can I come in?”
I grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. “Welcome to my teeny tiny plain apartment.” I took the flowers from him and went to the kitchen. “How was the drive?”
“Not bad. Where do you want me to put this?” He was holding up his bag.
“Oh, in here.” I grabbed his arm and pulled him to my bedroom. “This is my room.”
He pulled his jacket off and laid it over the bag in the chair in the corner. “I missed you, CJ.” He grabbed my waist and pulled me close. Using one hand, he tipped my chin up and lightly brushed his lips over mine. “I missed these lips.” He then pressed his firmly to mine and plundered my mouth with his tongue.
“Did you pack plenty of clothes?” I asked.
“I have plenty of button up shirts,” he said in a low timber.
I cocked an eyebrow then grabbed the middle of the shirt and pulled it apart, buttons flying all over. He let out a growl before he grabbed me and tossed to the bed.
I giggled as I landed then started pulling my clothes off as he wrestled with his belt and pulled his torn flannel and white undershirt over his head and tossed them away.
“I can’t wait to taste every in—”
“Later, I need you inside me like yesterday.” I nodded to the nightstand as I wrangled my bra hooks. “Condoms are laying on the table.”
He quickly pushed his pants down and swiped a square foil from the nightstand before leaning his knees down on the bed between my legs. His hand grabbed my breast as his mouth met mine. We feverishly kissed and grabbed at each other, only stopping long enough for him to open the package and roll the condom on. Heat and moisture rushed to my center.
He reached a hand between us and dragged a finger through the wetness. “Mmm, you’re ready, aren’t you?”
I bucked against his hand. “I need you now,” I said breathily.
He dipped his head and took a pebbled nibble into his mouth, sending a mewl from my mouth. His fingers stroked up and down before dipping inside my slick channel. My hips undulated against him as the feel of his warmth over me.
He moved his lips slowly up my chest then to my neck, dragging his tongue over my skin as he did. His hard shaft rubbed between my folds before finding my entrance. A low rumble came from his chest as he slowly lowered himself into me.
“CJ,” he whispered into my ear, sending goosebumps over my skin. “God, you feel so good.”
“Johnny,” I whispered.
He stopped and pressed his forehead to mine.
“Are you alright?” I panted.
“Yeah, I just want to feel you around me for a minute.”
I leaned my chin up and he pressed his mouth to mine, softly, but firmly. His fingers brushed my face before gliding behind my head and grasping a handful of hair. My chest tingled and my breath caught as he slowly kissed me, deep inside me but still.
I squeezed my legs around him and he began thrusting rhythmically. My hands dug into his back, the pressure building with each pump of his hips.
“CJ, I’m so close, you feel so good.”
“Johnny, I—”
I couldn’t finish the thought before the waves of pleasure took over and my channel contracted around him, over and over as my eyelids filled with stars.
“Damn, I feel you coming, CJ.” He pumped once more then grunted as he took three more hard thrusts inside me before collapsing over me.
I squeezed my arms and legs around him tightly when he tried to roll off me. “No, don’t move.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, CJ.”
“You’re not. Just don’t move.”
