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I kicked off my shoes, walking into my house first. In one moment I heard Johnny shut the door close, and in the next he has already turned me around and smashed his lips onto mine.

I grinned, helping him take off his jacket. For some reason, even if it was hot outside, he still wore something over the t-shirt or shirt he had on. I don't think I'll ever understand this man, but I was more than glad to take it off.

My back hit the wall as our make out session started heating up. Like, really heating up. With every kiss I wanted the next one even more, and I think Johnny did, too. It concluded into a messy and fast kissing, and I don't think anything has turned me on more in my entire life. I guess it was so intense that my body arched to his on its own.

His right hand rested on my lower back for the whole time, pressing me even closer to him, if that's possible. His other hand, however, lifted my thigh up. I grinned, locking my arms around his neck. I knew that if he decides to carry me around, my skirt won't cover up much, and that's when the anxiety kicked in.

I mean, I wasn't, like, going to stop everything just because of my stupid insecurities, but I was definitely nervous. I was very nervous actually, and my brain began thinking about everything, starting from what if Johnny won't like some parts of my body to he definitely doesn't wanna do it with me, it's just a make out.

I told my mind to, respectfully, shut the fuck up, and focused on kissing Johnny, because it made me think the exact opposite of what my brain told me. He was so needy yet so gentle.

Alright, now going back to the fun stuff.

He lifted me off the ground and I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly. I was afraid I'd be too heavy, but he made it seem like I'm light as a feather, holding me with his hands on the underside of my thighs. We both broke the kiss to get some air.

"Where?" he panted.

"Bedroom."

He carried me there and we started kissing again along the way. The dampness in my panties was getting a little annoying now, and maybe it was the heat of the moment, but I really expected Johnny to do something with it.

He gently laid me in the middle of my bed, soon hovering over me. I ran a hand through his messy hair to organize it a little, like it wasn't my fault, and his hand wandered down to my hip and thigh, squeezing it.

He smiled at me to which I smiled back, pulling him into a kiss again. My senses went crazy when my bare inner thighs accidentally rubbed against his jeans, and I tugged at his t-shirt, signalizing that I need him to take it off. He sat up quickly, pulling it over his head and allowing me to see his toned torso and tattooed arms.

Oh, fuck.

My heart immediately started beating faster as he leaned down again to capture my lips. I could feel how swollen they were by now, from all the kissing. My hands, apparently driven by lust, wandered down, to where his belt fastened. My fingers started working on getting rid of those annoying interruptions (clothes), when Johnny suddenly broke the kiss and looked at me with his furrowed brows.

"Wait," he started. "Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of something in my entire life," I replied, staring up at him. The frown didn't disappear. "Is everything ok?"

"Yes, it's just, I don't wanna hurt you and-"

"You won't hurt me," I reassured.

I placed both of my hands on his chest and lifted my lips up to his ear, just enough to tickle it as I said, "I need you, Johnny. I really need you. Don't make me wait any longer, please."

I then dragged my nails down his torso lightly, feeling his muscles tense. He breathed out a curse and I laid back down with a grin on my lips, biting my lower one to hide the fact that I was having great fun doing him like that.

Our eyes met for a slight moment before he kissed the corner of my mouth, then my jaw and finally my neck. I leaned my head back in pleasure but also to give him more access and I moaned quietly, feeling the open-mouthed kisses and sucking here and there.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he started unbuttoning the sorta cropped button-up shirt I wore today, kissing me on the now uncovered skin. He probably left a few hickeys, but I couldn't care less right now.

We managed to take it off, now leaving me only in a bra and skirt. I think we both started getting a little impatient as I helped Johnny get out of his jeans, but the kissing we continued after seemed to make up for it. He then planted butterfly kisses from my chest down to my abdominal, stopping right above the waistband of my white skirt. His fingers teased, pulling it slightly, but then letting it fall back into its place.

"Johnny," I whined, tangling my hands into his hair and trying to guide him lower.

"Yes?"

Bastard.

"Please, could you just- get rid of it?"

I looked him in the eyes.

"Of course, my love. I'll do anything you want me to." he replied in a somewhat low voice, keeping eye-contact the whole time.

Let's not dig deeper into the fact that I probably blushed like a slut right now, and focus on the other fact, which is that Johnny finally took off my skirt. He then moved up, his hands sliding up my waist and to my upper back. I breathed in deeply as he undid and removed my bra. My heartbeat got super fast all of a sudden.

He kissed me, his hands automatically cupping my bare breasts. You can say what you want, but that was the most pleasant thing I've ever experienced. Literally. I moaned as his thumbs grazed over my nipples, making me have goosebumps everywhere.

I waited a moment before I took off my panties, too. It joined all the other clothes thrown on the floor. Johnny raised his head from my torso that he was currently kissing, and looked all over my naked body. It is indescribable how embarrassed and ashamed I felt, and I even covered my boobs with my arms.

Soon, when Johnny's eyes were on mine again, he noticed that. He pulled my arms apart, making my bare skin show again. He then kissed me tenderly on lips, and when I looked into his dark orbits again, they were shining.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered.

I smiled and took his hand that was lost somewhere on my waist, leading it down.

"You can stop being such a gentleman now." I said, leaving his hand right over my heat. Damn, I was surprised that I was able to do something like that.

He didn't have to be told twice. His fingers immediately started working on my clit, making me moan and grasp the bed sheets tightly. Oh boy, if I knew earlier that it'd feel so good, I'd make every single one of our make-out sessions end up like that.

"Oh, baby, you're soaked."

Well, yes, saying that didn't help my situation very much, Johnny.

When I couldn't feel his fingers anymore, I opened my eyes in disappointment after a moment to see- oh my god.

He has taken off his boxers and I gulped, seeing the size of him.

Oh, that's gonna be fun.

I don't know from where he got that condom, but the next moment my brain could comprehend was him on top of me, kissing me softly. In the middle of something as hot and intense as this, he still managed to kiss me like that. What a man.

"Are you sure sure?"

"Do you want it on paper or what?" I asked a little sexually frustrated by now, and he chuckled.

He looked at me one last time as if he asked for permission, and I nodded. He captured my lips into a kiss once he entered me, and we both moaned into each other's mouths. I thought nothing can get me more turned on, but apparently I was wrong.

At first I needed some time to adjust, but once he got a rhythm, I became a moaning and whimpering mess. Literally, I was repeating Johnny's name like a prayer, and hearing him let out a shaky breath or quiet grunts in response was everything I ever needed to reach my high.

"Johnny," I whined. "Please.."

"Please what? Words, baby." he dared to reply and I moaned, doubting I can form a sentence now.

"Faster.. just faster.."

My fingernails clutched on his shoulders as his thrusts did in fact get faster. I wrapped my legs around his torso so he could go deeper, and suddenly he hit that one spot that almost made me scream. I felt the knot in my lower stomach getting tighter and tighter, and Johnny attacking my nipples with kissing and sucking didn't help me last longer at all.

"Johnny, I think I'm gonna-"

"I know, baby," he breathed out. "Let it go."

He reached between our bodies and started circling my clit, and after something like 2 seconds the knot in my stomach exploded, making my back suddenly arch. I screamed his name, along with a whole litanies of curses.

As the waves of pleasure slowly started fading and I gained a little bit of consciousness, I noticed that Johnny's head fell down to the crook of my neck, and he was breathing heavily as well. I put my hand on the back of his head and played with his hair a little, trying to get my heartbeat to slow down, as for now it was rushing.

I grinned. Not because I just had probably the best sex of my life, but because it was with Johnny. I can't describe that weird sense of happiness that it was him and not anybody else.

He raised his head and kissed me once again, then got off of me and laid beside me on the bed. We were both still trying to catch our breaths.

He put his hand on my thigh, squeezing lightly. "Wow, that was.. I mean.."

"I know," I replied. "Pretty good."

"Pretty good? You mean, pretty good as in 3 and a half stars out of 5?"

"No, like, 4 and a half." I answered.

"Why?"

"Because we didn't do it sooner."

He laughed, and after a few moments of just laying down and resting, I decided to take a quick shower while Johnny will clean up the bed a little.

When I came back from the bathroom, I found Johnny laying in bed with his eyes closed. I thought that maybe he fell asleep waiting for me, so I quietly laid down, too. Though the second I turned my back to him, I felt the pair of two familiar arms entwining me like snakes. But very loving and hug-hungry snakes.

He pecked my lips softly and I smiled.

"What was it that you wanted to tell me earlier?" he asked.

I frowned. "When- Oh." I cleared my throat. "Well, do you know why I was late to the party?"

"You said you overslept."

"Soo, I didn't actually. I had a meeting." I took a deep breath. "With a publisher."

His brows furrowed a little, "Publisher as in books publisher?"

I waited a second before I nodded. I couldn't control my smile anymore. "I'll be writing a book, Johnny. I'm gonna be a writer."

His jaw dropped for a small moment and then he grinned, kissing me on the lips and all over my face. I giggled.

"I'm so proud. I bet it's gonna be a good son of a bitch book." he said.

I love him.

We ended up talking for the rest of the night. Or morning. Until we both fell asleep.

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