Page 75 of Johnathan
“Jesus, baby. You need to stop doing that or I’m going to embarrass myself. Five years is a long time to go with the only touch coming from my own hand.”
She giggled, her hand changing pressure with each slow stroke of his cock. “Didn’t we reset the clock last night?”
He grabbed her wrist. “I don’t want to come in your hand, baby.”
“Then take me to the bedroom and fuck me in front of the mirror.”
She released him, jumping into his open arms. His hands grabbed her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He stumbled into the bedroom, pressing Abby against the wall where she could still have the best view of them in the mirror. Fuck, that was such a hot request.
“You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”
“Says the man with permanent jewelry that nearly gave me a heart attack last night.”
He laughed as his fingers found her swollen, sensitive bud. He gave it a few swipes until her hips were rolling with need.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned as he pressed into her.
“You okay?” His voice strained as he asked. John wanted to smile, but everything felt melted and far away. The only tangible thing was Abby and the pleasure he was pushing into her body.
“I remember why I love that piercing now. Holy fu—” His cock bottomed out in her, thrust after thrust, as his thumb worked her swollen clit.
“John…” His vision was starting to haze as she panted wildly, squeezing her walls around him.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Squeezing me like that. I mean… fuck. You feel amazing, Abby.”
She screamed as the first wave of her orgasm slammed into her. Darkness edged into the corners of his vision and his lungs burned for air as he spilled into her, roaring out her name.
John reached down and pulled his shirt over his head. He wanted to laugh at the way Abby immediately dropped her gaze to his chest, but he couldn’t lose focus. They’d been sparring through a self-defense lesson for over an hour, but he wanted her to have the skill set, to truly understand the moves she could use to get out of a dangerous situation.
“Stop looking at me like I’m your next meal, kitten.”
“But you are. You and that monstrous coc?—”
John sprang into action, lunging for Abby while watching her feet slide into the ready position to attack. Her knee promptly popped up, meeting him in his stomach. Damn. She was definitely getting more confident with the moves.
His back hit the cold ground and he heard Abby squeak out a surprised gasp.
“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, John. Are you okay?” She rushed to his side and landed on her knees beside him. Perfect.
His arm snaked out and caught her, pulling her down on top of his chest where he had perfect access to digging into her sides. Abby let out a scream and laughed between her gasps and wiggles to get free.
“You win, you win!” she yelled.
He finally released her, pressing a kiss to her head before she was able to get up. Except, she didn’t make any move to get away. Instead, she cuddled up next to his side, right on the ground with him.
“Is there any meaning behind these?” Her voice was soft, and her light touch as she traced the designs on his chest made his skin pebble.
“On the right side, no. I liked the designs and a few buddies and I got drunk and dared each other to get tattooed.”
“This is starting to be a theme, John. Maybe you shouldn’t do dares.”
He laughed. “Trust me. Having to get pierced made me never want to make a bet again.”
“I don’t know, it’s pretty fantastic.”
He tipped his head down and captured her lips.