Chapter 24 Grace #2
I can’t believe how bold I’m being with him, but I never would’ve guessed so much about how things have evolved with Johnson.
While I’d added this item to the list because I’d fantasized about turning on an observer who can only look on, the reality is better than the fantasy. Because it’s Johnson watching me, Johnson who is looking over every inch of my body.
“Spread your legs for me more, if you’re ready. I want to see everything those greedy fingers do.”
And now I’m so wet I can’t hold back even if he wanted me to. I part my legs wider, so my right leg is dangling off the side, and he can see everything.
I reach down with my left hand and slide two fingers through my wetness before using my thumb against my clit, teasing and stroking like I like.
A moan escapes me, and I hear his breath hitch. Turning my head slightly his way without stopping my movements, I see his eyes are focused on where I’m touching myself, while he’s also now starting to stroke himself.
“Fuck. To think I might have never seen you this way, that gorgeous pussy,” he whispers as his hand begins moving with greater purpose on his cock.
The thought of him in such a state because of what I’m doing only ramps up my own arousal. My thumb is not only making my clit feel on fire, but it’s also making his need escalate.
I’m getting aroused by turning him on. Officially checking this box on my list.
After another few beats, he shifts his gaze back to my face. “You enjoying yourself, Goldie? Because it’s quite a view watching you take what you need for yourself.” His hand is relentless on his cock.
“Feels so good,” are the only words that I can form. He pants heavily as he eyes me up and down.
I can feel my own climax getting closer with each word out of his mouth, but looking at his own hand wrapped around his cock, I wish I could feel fuller.
I shift my right hand so that I can put two fingers inside me.
The feeling is better, and my eyes shut as I take in the feelings I am giving myself.
“I wish that was me,” he says with a gasp.
The visual of him doing this instead of me is enough to put me over the edge. Pleasure ripples through me as I cry out, writhing on the couch. My hands don’t stop moving until I’m far enough along that the feeling is too intense.
Through the blur of sensations, I hear his voice. “Oh shit, now me too.”
I open my eyes slowly and see him leaking from his tip, clearly on the brink. He grabs the t-shirt he was wearing and with a grunting sound comes on it.
He leans back and closes his eyes while he finishes. Coming down from my own high, I take him in.
I feel more powerful than I ever have with a guy, and we didn’t even touch each other.
“Look at the mess I’m making because of how much I want you,” he says.
Eventually, his breathing starts to regulate, and he uses the t-shirt to wipe himself fully off.
His eyes look up afterwards and meet mine. “What you imagined when making your list?”
I’m still lying on the couch, in a happy haze. I probably would have covered up quickly in previous encounters. But I don’t feel the urge now.
“It was perfect,” I assure him.
He kneels down by my head, still full naked himself, and plants a kiss on my lips. “Thank god. Because it was so fucking great for me.”
As he pulls his head away from mine, his right index finger appears from his side.
He sets it in the center of my upper sternum and draws a slow line down the center of me, between my breasts, until he meets my belly button.
He stops himself there, and then lifts his right hand again, resting it on my left hip nudged against the couch.
His vision follows his finger, taking in the path he made on my body.
“I don’t dare touch you anywhere else right now. But I’m going to learn every inch of you as we explore what you like.”
An unexpected feeling pushes through me as a result of his words. Gratitude.
I’m grateful to him for wanting to be what I need. And I’m grateful to whatever forces put us in each other’s paths.
Because I know for certain that the freedom—the confidence—to unravel this side of myself would not be possible with anyone else.
I reach up and touch the side of Johnson’s face with my right hand. Propping myself up further with my other arm, I lean forward and claim a kiss of my own. Softer than his, savoring the feel of our lips against each other.
“Mmmm.” He starts shifting to get closer, but it’s hard because we’re naked and yet not supposed to touch each other. “This is going to get dangerous for our rules.”
“After we’ve been so good, too.” I kiss him quickly one more time and then pull back again.
“I hate to bring this up,” I say reluctantly, “but I do need to go back to Landon’s to sleep tonight, if that’s okay. Grover needs another walk before bedtime.”
I also don’t think I’m ready to stay over, but I don’t say as much. If I get immersed in Johnson any quicker, I’m not sure I’ll be able to guard my heart.
Johnson’s face is completely understanding as he takes in my words, thankfully.
“Let’s get dressed then before we start kissing again while naked and get distracted.” He chuckles.
Once dressed, we snuggle on the couch and watch half a movie before I get conscious of the late hour.
“Is it okay if we stop the movie here and I head to Landon’s? Otherwise, there’s a real risk of me falling asleep here.”
He kisses the top of my head. “Of course. We can finish the movie another night.” He bends down and pecks my lips. “Because there will be another night, right?”
He’s so open with his feelings, which doesn’t leave any room for any insecurities.
A smile crosses my face. “I’d say so.”
A few minutes later, he drives me back to Landon’s, walking me right to the door.
“A great date, Goldie,” he says before giving me a searing kiss goodbye.
Grover barks through the door as he hears us, which makes us break apart laughing.
“I’ll be right there, Grover.” I turn back to Johnson. “Night.”
“Night, I’ll text you in the morning.”
As I’m walking inside the house, a thought strikes me.
If only Landon knew about how Johnson treated me, he’d probably give him a pass.
Well, maybe without the details about the orgasms and the spicy list.