Chapter 26 Johnson
Johnson
After I soothed her worries, we make our way to the TV room and finish the movie from last night. I’m about to ask whether she wants to watch something else when she takes the reins for the evening.
“Are we doing more on the list today?” she asks, her head lying against my shoulder.
Whoa, that was a quick change of topic. But needless to say, I’m down.
“I have zero objection to that. I picked last time, though. Do you want to choose now?”
She hums, like she’s considering, and then tilts her head up so she can brush her lips along the base of my neck. One brush, two, and then, holy shit, she starts to suck me there.
It’s a jolt straight to my dick, which stands quickly to attention. For good reason, because…
“I want you to teach me how to give a blowjob.”
Fuck. When I saw that item on the list, I knew the day we tackled it was going to be a great one. Guess we’re there now.
“Okay, Goldie.” I bend down and catch her lips. “What a dream you are. Let’s go to my bedroom.” She still hasn’t seen my master, and I can’t wait to have her in my bed.
“Oh, yes.” I can tell she’s intrigued.
When we get there, it’s probably not as thrilling as she thought it would be. I had a designer pick everything out, and it’s a masculine light gray theme. There’s plenty of décor, but it’s all neutral colors.
“Your bed.” Her eyes are big.
Well, yes, okay, maybe that is a standout piece. I had it custom ordered when I first moved in. The headboard is hand-carved, and the wood stained a dark brown. It’s even larger than a California king, so there’s a ton of room to spread out.
It cost an absurd amount of money when I bought it, but yep—it was another thing I saw as a lifetime purchase when I got the house.
Grace walks over to it and sits down, testing the mattress with her hands. “You could fit like six people in this bed.”
“Something like that.” I chuckle.
Suddenly she looks up at me, worried.
“What is it?”
“Have there…been a lot of people in this bed?”
Oh. “No, nope. Just me. You’re the first woman in this room.” Her face immediately relaxes. “Well, other than my mom and the cleaners. Oh, and the decorator.”
She laughs softly. “Okay. Okay good.”
I never brought any of the women, like Kelly, that I saw casually, back to my house. We always ended up at hotels or their place.
I hate to interrupt the reason for us being in here, but maybe it’s time for Grace to know more of my history. This is the second time she’s expressed concerns about other women, and I don’t want her to worry about that at all.
I sit down on the bed next to her and put my hand on her knee.
“I’ve only had one girlfriend in my life, back in high school. Her name was Amy. She was a softball player, like my mom.”
Grace studies me, looking a little unsure where I’m going with this.
“We were friends first, and she was the only girl in town that didn’t care how good I was at football.
Maybe we would have just stayed friends otherwise, but I liked that a lot.
It made me comfortable being myself with her.
” She nods in understanding. “Anyway, the relationship ran its course, and we broke up when we left for college.”
“And then?”
A loaded question. “Then there was a period where I had…I did keep things casual…”
“Like Landon.”
“A little different than Landon. I wasn’t as quick as him to end things after one night. Eventually, a situation would fade for one reason or another. And since I’ve been with the Waves, I’ve had to be even more careful who I let into my world.”
“I get that.”
I squeeze her knee. “The point is there’s been no one else like you. No one who I could talk to for hours, who I couldn’t wait to be with when I was away, and who I wanted a wish list from.” A smile starts creeping back onto her face, and I kiss her forehead.
She puts her right hand on top of the one I have on her knee and threads her fingers into mine. “Thank you for sharing.”
“It’s just you. You’re the whole package, Goldie.”
She kisses the side of my cheek, and I tilt my head to capture her lips directly.
Just that simple kiss, and the intimacy of the moment, sparks my desire for more from her. I lift my right hand to her chin and connect our mouths again. She opens for me immediately, and twists closer to bring her hands to my sides, their warmth sending ripples across my lower body.
Her tongue pushes into my mouth, and I let her explore with the kiss.
She may not think of it this way, but it’s reassuring how much she’s into us when she takes control. A little physical feedback. I love it.
After a few minutes when we’re lost in the kiss, she pulls her head back.
“Don’t think I forgot what I picked tonight,” she says, a grin planted on her face.
A low chuckle escapes me. “Goldie, how could I…”
Suddenly she’s dropping to her knees, landing right in front of where I sit on the bed.
Oh fuck.
“I’m ready for you to teach me.” Her hands come up to my waistband. “Okay?”
“Yeah, definitely okay.”
She undoes the snap on my shorts, and then the zipper. I stand up to make things easier, and she pulls them off.
I’m left in my gray boxers. “You match the room,” she teases.
“Haha.” I really need to get some color in here.
“Let’s take those off too.” Her eyes are right on my erection, which has grown in anticipation of what’s to come. She sweeps the boxers off me after I dip my head in agreement.
My dick is already almost fully hard, and bobs against my leg. “Sit,” she says in a focused voice.
I follow her instructions. “Have you done this before?” I ask softly. I don’t want her to feel too much pressure. Anything she does is going to be amazing.
“Uh huh, a couple of times, but not well, I don’t think.” She peers up at my face. “How should I start?”
Those beautiful hazel eyes look so intent on success here. I’m a lot less worried than she is, knowing she’s going to knock this out of the park. It’s going to be a miracle just to last when her mouth is on me.
“First, wrap your hand around me. Firmly. You won’t hurt it.”
She reaches up and grasps my dick, which in a matter of seconds goes fully hard. “Like this?”
“Damn, yes, perfect. Now you can add to what your mouth is doing by stroking me.” She tests out my words, and shit if I’m not dying to keep control already. Her hand moves up and down four times, and even without any lubrication, it feels fucking incredible.
I gently stop her hand with my own. “That’s great for now, so I can last.”
She looks pleased that her actions worked so well. “What’s next?”
“Do you want to take the tip in your mouth?” She doesn’t reply, just moves to wrap her mouth around the head of my dick. And then she sucks, on instinct.
A spike of pleasure runs through me immediately. “Shit, that feels good.”
A few more sucks are followed by a lick of my slit. And then another lick.
Fuck, my control is slipping, and she’s barely started.
“Grace, you’re a natural,” I huff out. She responds with a hum and begins to move her hand again along my shaft, while continuing to work the head with her mouth.
Another minute of that combo and I’m a goner. I wait as long as I can, but once I feel my balls tighten, I speak up. “Can we slow down a minute so I don’t end the lesson too early?”
She pauses her hand movements and lifts her head off me. “Sorry. So, it was okay?”
“More than okay. There’s literally nothing you could do wrong in this department. I was on the edge.”
She smiles in response and sits back on her knees, her hand falling off me.
“I want to put you in my mouth. Try to, anyway.”
I nod, but instead of moving her face towards me, she brings her right hand up and slides her index finger in a line down my dick. “And this vein. I want to lick it.”
My dick twitches at the thought. “Do it.”
She bends down towards me, grasping my dick again and tracing the pulsing vein leisurely with her tongue.
“Damn, that’s hot,” I gasp out.
She repeats the movement one more time, and I’m as hard as I’ve ever been, leaking pre-cum from my tip.
As she pulls up briefly, a determined expression marks her face. She sinks back down and takes me in her mouth. The sight of Grace, my Goldie, filled with me, combined with the warm, wet sensation of her mouth, is almost too overwhelming.
And then she starts to move up and down with her head, with her hand at my base stroking the inches her mouth doesn’t reach. It feels so damn good, and I gently place a hand on her head for reassurance.
“Like that, Goldie. Just like that. That warm little mouth is going to make me come.” She responds by beginning to play with her tongue as she moves. Swirling, stroking, and pushing me closer to going over the edge.
I truly meant what I said, anything she does is going to work for me. The “lesson” doesn’t involve much instruction at this point, but frankly I’d rather let her be empowered to explore what she enjoys.
Because I’m going to come no matter what. I can’t believe I’ve lasted this long. As I feel the tell-tale pull of my balls, I warn her, “I’m about to, if you want to stop it’s okay.”
She shakes her head—and I take that as permission to let go. With a moan, I shoot out my release in her mouth, and fuck me, she takes every drop.
She stays in place as I let out a few last jets, her tongue now lapping at me again.
Eventually, it gets too sensitive, and I gently guide her head away. “I just need to recover for a minute.”
She looks proud. Good.
I lie back on my bed and pat the open spot next to me, where she lies down too. She reaches over and plays with my hair while we enjoy the quiet in each other's company.
After a couple of minutes of rest, I look over at her and realize she’s still fully dressed, while I’m lying here naked.
“You’re wearing entirely too many clothes,” I say to her.
“Take them off me, then.”
Oh hell, yes I will. I start making a plan of attack.
“Do I get to taste you tonight, Goldie? Because I’m definitely going to reciprocate, and I’d prefer to do it with my mouth.”
Her hand strokes through my hair again but then stops in the middle of the motion and tugs.
“Yes.” She lets go of my hair.
I roll over and hover a few inches away, locking our eyes. “Did you like that? Because tug away while I get to work here.”
“Uh-huh,” she says, smiling.
I pick her up and turn her body so her head is on a pillow. Lifting her shirt up slightly, I expose her stomach, her creamy skin covering defined muscles, a sign of her hard work. Leaning down, I kiss her right above her belly button, then on it, then right below.
My hand glides to her shorts, and I unfasten them. She helps by shimmying them off and then, without waiting for me, she pulls her bikini-style panties off too.
“Eager, Goldie? I thought that was my job.”
She giggles. “Sorry, yes. I’ve never come this way. I don’t know if it’s possible.” She looks more curious than embarrassed.
“Well, for science, let me get experimenting.” She laughs again—good. Being relaxed will make this more fun for her.
Crawling down between her legs, I kneel and get in a comfortable position. Thank fuck this bed is so big.
I gently widen her legs and then look back up at her face. “This gorgeous pussy. I can’t believe I couldn’t touch it the other day.” Her hazel eyes radiate with heat. “You like when I talk like that, Grace?”
“Yes, a lot,” she says in a whisper.
“What about when I do this?” I brush my thumb over her clit, and when she wiggles in response, I do it again, settling the base of my hand over her pussy. “Oh, I think you do like that, huh?”
“Yes, that,” she murmurs, now arching her hips to meet me as I brush her clit one more time.
“Well, what about this?” Removing my hand, I lean down and lick up her pussy to meet her clit again, before pressing against it with the pad of my tongue. Her hips fly up in the air.
“Oh my god!” she yells.
I lift off of her. A little edging will only help work her up. “So the experiment is going well then. You know, for science?”
She looks like she’s ready to shove my head back in place. I wouldn’t mind it.
“More, Johnson. Please.”
“Yes ma’am,” I say. “No vanilla around here, Goldie.”
And then I lean down and go all in. Knowing my beard is a secret weapon of stimulation, I put my head in place between her thighs where it’s giving her friction everywhere, while my tongue laps back at her clit.
After just two more licks, my face is getting thoroughly soaked in her juices and fuck—the thought of being able to smell her on my beard once we’re done is disturbingly satisfying.
Now that I have a rhythm, she rocks her hips in tandem with my tongue. “This is so gooood,” she moans.
I have a feeling I could make her come this way, but I decide to escalate matters further. I sneak my right hand below my body toward her, and once it’s near her pussy, I push my index finger slowly inside her. Damn, she’s tight.
“Oh,” she says at the new sensation. I keep working her clit while I slowly push my finger in and out of her. “Don’t stop that,” she gasps.
Yeah, not stopping.
It’s less than two minutes later that she grabs my hair and holds me still while she explodes. I can feel her shakes and gushing juices even more now that she’s got me locked in place.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I groan against her.
“Ohhhh,” is all she says in response.
As she starts to come down from her climax a short while later, she tugs on my hair again. “Come up here.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I climb up to match her position in the bed, and roll on my side to face her. “Well, we proved one theory wrong.”
“I really didn’t know—I mean, it didn’t even make my list, but that…I get it now.”
“We’ll be doing it again then.” I say it like a conclusion, not a question.
She giggles. “Yes. I sure did make a mess of you, though.”
I know my facial hair is still full of her, and I don’t have any intention of washing it off yet.
“A mess I’m not complaining about.”
She shuffles closer to me, and I open my arms to hold her. I’m still naked, and she is as well from the waist down, but she seems to be wanting connection more than another round.
“Thank you for doing this with me. I’m loving these little discoveries. And feeling like I can try anything.”
I kiss the top of her head, and we lie in comfortable silence for a few minutes before she speaks again.
“I don’t want to move, but I do need to go back to Landon’s again to sleep tonight. Grover duty.”
I put my hand on her cheek and kiss her lips lightly. “Alright. Do you feel awake enough to drive your car back there?” Landon’s house is only five minutes away, but still.
“I’m okay,” she responds.
We move slowly to get dressed again, but about twenty minutes later I’m walking her outside to her car.
“Bye, Johnson,” she says as she closes her car door. “And remember, next time it’s your turn to pick off the list.”
As I watch her drive off, all I can say is:
I’m a goddamn lucky bastard.