And that’s all the reassurance I need before scooping her up, her legs wrapping instantly around my waist as I stride down the hallway, not even managing to make it into a bedroom before lowering her to the floor.
“Do me a favor?” She splays her hair out on the floor around her and bites her bottom lip, looking up at me with hooded eyes, chest rising and falling in quick succession.
“Anything,” I rasp, rubbing my hands up and down her thighs clenched at my waist.
“Don’t be gentle with me. I’m not broken anymore, I can’t break.”
Holy shit.My pulse hammers in my ears.
“Johnnie. Fuck, you can’t say things like that.”
She smiles bigger than I’ve seen in so long as she raises up just enough to grasp the hem of her shirt, whipping it up and over her head. There she lies with a pink lace bra and jeans. Jeans I can’t wait another second to get off her. Bending down and unbuttoning them, I move the zipper down so fast I’m surprised it doesn’t break. She doesn’t give me the chance to make another move before she’s hooking her thumbs in the waist and yanking them down, then kicking them the rest of the way off.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. My beautiful girl.”
“I like it when you call me that.”
“Good, because I’m never going to stop. You’re a woman now, but you’ll always be my beautiful girl.”
She reaches up, grasping my shirt and urging me to take it off, I happily toss it to the side and her eyes go to my chest, lust fills those deep blue irises, and I can’t wait another second before I’m palming hers.
She arches up into my touch, closing her eyes, and letting out the softest moan that shoots straight to my core, making me painfully hard. I stand up and lower my pants to the floor, kicking them off somewhere across the room. I stare down at her, and her eyes go right to the front of my boxers. She sits up slowly and brings a hand up, rubbing over the silky material, and I completely unravel at her touch. Wrapping my hands aroundher head and threading fingers through her hair, I squat down and bring my mouth to hers. She nips at my bottom lip just before I thrust my tongue, hers meeting mine with equal fervor.
We fall back to the floor on gasps and moans.
Something in me snaps and her words echo in my head, bouncing around relentlessly.Don’t be gentle.
Climbing up her body, I stop with my hips at her head. She pulls me free from my boxers, pumping me with urgency. I grab her hands, stopping her, pinning them above her head as I make quick work of thrusting toward her open, waiting mouth.
She doesn’t flinch, completely sure of herself she swallows me down. The sight of it alone spurs me on. God, it’s so damn sexy.
A tear slips down her cheek as she gags slightly, and it snaps me back to myself.
I pull away, retreating, lowering back down until we’re face to face again. My thumb brushes over her bottom lip, and she parts for me, mimicking what she’d just done moments before.
“Holy hell, Johnnie,” I murmur, voice rough. “You’re going to make me come undone too soon…like a damn teenager.”
I ease my thumb from her mouth and cup her chin, kissing her like my life depends on it. She moans against my lips, the vibration tearing through what little control I have left.
My hand drifts down, sliding her underwear aside just enough to slip my fingers between her thighs, finding her warmth. Taking my knees, I nudge hers apart, guiding her open for me.
I don’t even bother fully removing my boxers, just shove them down far enough. Then I’m pressing forward, driving into her.
Clothes be damned.
I need her.Now.
The moment we connect, she gasps, hands gripping my shoulders as she pulls me down into her. I move fast, relentlessly, each thrust threatening to undo me completely. Somehow, I manage to drag myself back, pulling out slowly.
The loss of contact, unsettling.
I push up just long enough to tear my boxers the rest of the way off before dropping back down, pulling Johnnie with me so she’s straddling my hips.
My hands find her underwear, gripping and tearing until they give way, fabric falling uselessly from her body.
“You’re pretty good at destroying my underwear.” She laughs softly, reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra.
The second she slips free of the lace, my head lifts, mouth closing around her nipple. She presses her hands to my shoulders, guiding me back as she shifts above me.