Johnny #2
She started to move it—slow pulls and slower pushes, her hips rolling to meet it, and I watched every single thing. The way her body took it. The sounds she made at different depths. The way her thighs trembled slightly when she found something that worked and stayed there.
I was so hard it was its own particular exercise in patience.
I reached up to touch her tits again.
Her eyelashes fluttered, but she kept watching me. Fucked herself with the toy, increased the vibration—
“Johnny—” she gasped.
“I know, baby,” I soothed, playing with her, watching her, engraving every moment of this to memory. “Show me what gets you off. Come on.”
She whimpered and her hips rolled harder, chasing the angle, and I watched her find it.
I kept my hands on her breasts, learned the pressure she responded to, the roll of my thumb across her nipple that made her stomach tighten.
She was getting close — I could see it in the flush spreading down her chest, the way her thighs trembled, the sounds she was making going higher and more desperate—
I leaned forward and put my mouth on her throat.
She cried out.
"Don't come yet," I said against her skin.
"Johnny—"
"Not yet." I kissed her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. "I want to feel it. The first time you come tonight I want it to be around my cock.”
She made a sound that was pure frustration and pure wanting in equal measure and her hand slowed, reluctant, working herself down from the edge with visible effort. Her chest was heaving. Her inner thighs were wet.
I took the toy from her gently. Set it aside.
Stood up and took my shirt off in a hurry…and found Poppy already working at my belt, getting it open, moving onto my jeans.
I let her touch me. Let her look.
Stepped out of my jeans and my boxers when she got them free, cock jutting out toward her.
“Oh…” she breathed.
She reached out and touched it…wrapped her fingers around me.
“Fuck,” I groaned, hand shooting out to tangle in her hair.
She worked her hand over me slowly, watching my face the way I'd been watching hers—learning me, the same way I'd been learning her. Her thumb swept over the head and I felt my grip tighten in her hair involuntarily.
Then I pulled back.
Poppy frowned. “Do you not—”
“I’m gonna come all over your pretty face if you keep doing that,” I said, leaning down. “Need to be inside you right fucking now.”
She shuddered, but I was already in motion—grabbing the condom, rolling it on and walking around the other side, sitting in the bed with my back against the headboard. She looked confused for a second, looking over her shoulder.
I patted my thigh.
“Come here,” I said.
She obeyed—twisting around, crawling those few inches toward me…straddling me.
Hovering over my cock.
“Take me at your own pace,” I murmured. “If I fuck you like I want, I’m gonna lose my mind and I’m not gonna last long enough to get you off.”
She looked down at me with dark eyes and swollen lips and her red hair falling around her shoulders, and I put my hands on her hips and let her feel the weight of them—steadying, not directing.
Her choice. Her pace.
She reached down and positioned me and I felt the first contact and had to close my eyes for exactly one second.
Then I opened them, because I wasn't missing this.
She lowered herself slowly—an inch, then a pause, her breath catching, her hands braced on my chest. I kept my hands on her hips, loose, just there.
"Okay?" I said.
"You're—" She exhaled. "You're a lot."
"Take your time."
She took her time.
Another inch, slow, her head dropping forward slightly, her hair falling around us. I watched her face—the concentration, the pleasure fighting through it, the way her lip caught between her teeth when she found an angle that worked.
"There?" I said quietly.
"There," she breathed.
"Good." I smoothed one hand up her spine. "Keep going."
She kept going—gradual, working herself down onto me, her hips making small adjusting movements until she'd taken all of me and her exhale came out shaky and long and her forehead dropped to mine.
We stayed there for a moment. Just breathing.
I could feel her heartbeat.
Her pussy clenching every so often as she got used to me.
I wrapped my arms around her and said, “I’m gonna fall in love with you. Think I already did.”
Her words were labored, disjointed.
But she said: “I’ve loved you for a while.”
I wrapped my arms around her…wanted her to stay deep, just hitting every spot she liked. Buried my face against her throat, kissed her soft. “Fuck…Poppy…”
She moved slow at first—deep rolls of her hips, finding the rhythm, her hands braced on my shoulders. I kept my arms around her and let her set it, let her use me the way she needed, my face against her throat feeling her pulse.
She smelled like herself. That warm sweet thing. I was going to smell it on my skin tomorrow and I was going to think about exactly this.
"Johnny—" Breathless.
"I've got you," I said against her throat. "Just like that. Don't stop."
She didn't stop.
She found her pace and stayed there—steady, deep, every movement deliberate, her hips rolling forward and back in a rhythm that was building something slow and inevitable.
I could feel it in the way she tightened around me, the way her breathing changed, the small sounds she made each time she came down fully.
I moved one hand up her spine, into her hair, pulled her head back gently so I could see her face.
She was watching me.
Even now, even like this—those green eyes on mine, open, nothing hidden. Like she'd decided a long time ago that she wasn't going to look away from me and she was sticking to it.
I brought her mouth to mine and kissed her slow while she moved over me, felt her exhale into it, felt her hips stutter and then find the rhythm again.
She pressed herself down harder, chasing it, her hips angled slightly.
I only did enough to help her along, my hands gliding up and down her spine, soothing her as she took what she needed.
Her pussy clamped around me. I waited for that golden moment, waited to tumble over the edge with her.
“Take it, baby,” I murmured against her lips. “Take what you want from me.”
“I want everything,” she gasped.
“Then that’s what I’m gonna give you.”
She started moving faster. I held her close, her whole body pressed against mine, the friction unbearable.
Her big breasts between us, her thighs on either side of me, her curves bouncing in that curtain of red curls.
Yeah. I fucking loved her. Maybe I’d loved her for two years and just hadn’t known it.
“I’m close,” I gritted out. “Want you to come on my cock, Poppy.”
“I love you,” she replied. “I love you, John—”
“Love you too—oh fuck—fuck—”
I couldn’t stop it.
I felt her release, shuddering and shaking against me, clenching so tight around me, and I was coming too—clutching her to me, breathing her scent, undone. I jolted and filled the condom, gasping, moaning. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders. Her thighs squeezed my hips.
Finally, I relaxed just enough to lean against the headboard, Poppy slumping against me with her head on my shoulder.
The apartment was quiet.
My thoughts were loud.
Twelve years since I’d gotten out of prison and started over. Two years since I went to Bloom and saw this woman for the first time and knew they couldn’t find me a better match, even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself.
Three days since she’d shown up to a coffee shop with that compatibility report, and I was done for.
I had no idea what I wanted to say to her. Everything?
But Poppy was pulling back from me, this soft, hazy smile on her face. She reached up and dragged her fingers through my hair, and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her again—slow, lazy, exhausted.
She hummed, still combing her fingers through my hair.
“What color was it?” she asked. “Before.”
I glanced at her curls. “Red. Not like yours.”
Her smile got bigger. “But that means our babies will probably have red hair too.”
Pulled her in for another kiss. I wanted to kiss her all night and talk to her all night. It was going to be hard to do both when I already wanted to fuck her again.
“How many do you want?” I asked.
She thought about it. “Hm…three sound okay?”
I nodded. “Three sounds great.”
Then I took her in my arms and rolled her to her back.
Got a new condom out of the drawer.
Fucked her all over again and knew she wasn’t going anywhere.