Chapter 34 Johnson
Johnson
Ipull her in close, until she’s straddling my lap. Her body’s both soft and strong as my hands glide over her, the lace underthings looking tantalizingly see-through.
Go slow, go slow.
When she said she was ready, I wasn’t overly surprised. I knew we were headed in this direction soon. I just didn’t come into today with any expectation that it would be now.
My hands settle on her ass, and I push my thumbs underneath the lace on each side, swirling circles on the taut globes.
“Your body makes me crazy,” I confess, wanting to show her how much I desire her in this moment.
With our size difference, it’s easy for her to tuck her head under my chin, and she leans to the right, sucking my neck while starting to rock against my body.
My dick hardens almost immediately. Keeping my thumbs locked on her ass, I wrap my hands more firmly around her, pushing her against me in time with her own motion.
“Feel good?”
She moans in response and sucks my neck harder.
Glancing down, I’m hit with a need for us to be naked. I slowly pull my hands off her and bring one up to the clasp of her bra.
“Is it okay if I take this off?” She nods, and I click open the clasp. The bra slips down, and she shakes it away, one arm at a time.
She leans back, still riding me. Her perfect, perky tits make an appearance, and I’m distracted. My hands reach for them, thumbs gently stroking her nipples.
As she starts wiggling from the contact, I glance down where her panties still cover her. “You soaked down there? I bet you are, aren’t you?”
She moans again. “I want more, Johnson. More of you.”
I calculate my options and then, lifting her off me, I pivot us so she’s sitting against the pillows. She whines a little at the loss of pressure on her pussy, so I move quickly, eager to keep her happy.
I fling off my t-shirt with one hand and reach down to her panties with the other.
“Goldie, these need to go.”
Ripping them off, I get to see all of her. Glistening, pink…and mine.
“Fuck, what a sight you are.” I take off my shorts and boxers faster than I ever have. My dick is hard as a rock, and I give it one strong stroke before releasing it. You’re going to have to wait. She comes first.
“I want this, Johnson,” she says as she stares at my dick.
I’m glad she’s as interested in him as he is in her.
“Let’s get you ready.” I kneel down and lift up her hips at an angle, kissing up her thigh until I reach her pussy. Knowing more of what she likes now, I brush my beard against her gently, teasing. And as she wriggles, I find her clit and suck.
She reacts instantly, and beyond the lightning bolt it sends to my own dick, it’s an incredible sensation to have her pleasure in my hands. To know I’m the only one who has done this right for her.
She deserves to be worshiped. And I’m sure as hell happy it’s me that gets to do it.
I keep going, not worried about time, speed, or my own needs.
All of a sudden, the lights flicker, but Grace is oblivious. “I’m going to come,” she announces with a whisper.
I hum in acknowledgment and keep at what I’m doing.
A few more sucks on her clit and her body begins shaking as she goes over the edge.
Feeling her come with my head between her thighs is my own slice of heaven.
As she settles back from her climax, I bring myself to her side, so we’re laying next to each other. She leans into my body and then looks up at me.
“I still want to…”
I lean down and capture her lips, kissing her until we’re both lost to only the feel of our mouths, the connection, the electricity. The promise of where this is headed. My vow to myself to make it perfect for her.
I slowly move my hands to her hips and then, realizing how this probably should begin—at her pace—I pull her on top of my body, straddling me again.
Breaking the kiss, I create space to speak and reach towards where my wallet has fallen out of my shorts. “You decide how fast we go to start. When you’re ready. I’m just going to put on a condom really quick.”
She nods, and I try to pick up on how she’s feeling at the moment. I don’t sense nerves, just anticipation. Excitement.
Okay, good.
Once the condom is on, looking with purpose at my now heavy erection, she lifts her body up higher and begins to sink down.
As soon as my tip slides in her, just over an inch, we both let out an “oh” and look at each other.
For me, it’s because she’s so tight and warm, and I’m fighting the need to come. Shit.
For her, I’m not sure why, and I want to make sure she’s okay.
“Grace, you alright?” I squeeze out, already trying to keep my dick under control.
“Yes, it—it’s just so different. So full.”
I try to breathe through the intensity of it. “Take your time, but it might feel good if you move.”
She nods, looking at me like she’s grateful for direction. “Okay.”
She pulls up and slides back down on me, going a little deeper this time. She feels insanely good, and I worry I’m not keeping it together.
This time she keeps moving, up and down, a slow yet steady rhythm. Her look of concentration is fucking cute, but I also want to make sure she’s not uncomfortable.
“You okay? You’re doing so well.”
“It feels…interesting.” She glances at me. “I’m trying to get you all in.”
I swing my hands to her hips. “Grace, it’s not a test, not a race. Let me help make you feel good.”
I shift one of my hands to her front and start rubbing her clit. She leans into the sensation, and I feel her soften, opening up for me. Soon she’s taking me half-way and I feel another barrier.
“I’m going to change our position now, Goldie. So I can help more.” She nods.
Bracing her with my hands, I ease her backwards so she’s lying down, her head on one of the pillows.
“You good?” I ask.
“Yeah,” her voice is breathless.
I tuck my hand in between us so I can touch her through this last part. “I’m going to start to move again. Tell me if you need me to stop, Goldie.”
“Okay,” she says, a smile flashing across her face. I’m relieved she’s relaxed enough for that.
I slowly begin to rock my hips back and forth, trying to watch for any signs she’s uncomfortable. Her moans are of surprise and pleasure though, not pain.
“You okay?” I ask again.
“Uh huh,” she murmurs.
One more roll of my hips and I’m almost all the way inside her. I pause my hips but not my hand. “Grace, you alright?”
She breathes for a couple of beats, then relaxes her body some. “Yes, it’s more achy than anything…and I’m so full. It feels really good where you’re touching me.”
Not that I was going to stop, but I keep smoothing my thumb over her clit with intent.
“Let’s try to move again.” She rolls her own hips slightly. “Oh yes, that feels better.” She starts to repeat the motion a little more rapidly, and I follow suit, as slow as I possibly can.
I’m using every trick in my book not to come, but I also know it may be hard for her with her first time. Her body is adjusting.
Then finally, I slide all the way in.
“Oh fuck,” I can’t help but saying.
“Johnson, you’re so deep.” Her eyes are as big as saucers.
“This is a lot, are you sure you’re good?” I choke out.
“Yes, just don’t stop touching me.”
She begins to move again, and with my free hand. I grab a random pillow, positioning it under her, which now helps guide her hips gently to a new angle. My own hips also tilt up a bit more now that I know we’re past the hardest part.
“Wow,” she says as new feelings seem to overtake her. “You’re hitting…something is different with what you just did.”
Noted.
“I’ve read about that in my books. This—” She stops talking and closes her eyes, unable to articulate further.
“Come again, Goldie. If you are close. Take it.”
Completely oblivious to the storm outside, five minutes later there’s a tornado of my own when she has her second orgasm of the night and I finally let myself go.
I grunt heavily, and I swear, I fill the condom to the brim. I make small jerks—one, two, three times, even after I think I’m done.
“Sorry, Grace, everything built up,” I apologize. But she’s lost in her own sensations, I can tell—she doesn’t respond and looks in a haze.
“Does it hurt?” I’m still inside her. I don’t want to move if it’s going to cause her pain.
She looks at me and after about half a second, a light clicks on like she’s out of her head and is now back here with me.
“I’m a little achy still…but also…I liked it,” she says softly to me, a big grin emerging on her face.
Phew. “Good,” I murmur, brushing my hand down her arm. “Why don’t you come over here to rest, and I’ll clean up the condom before I start making a mess everywhere. I’ll get a warm towel too.”
We both watch her separate from my body, and not surprisingly, there’s a little blood on both of us.
I don’t want her to feel self-conscious about it at all. I reach up where she’s paused and touch her arm again.
“An honor, Goldie. Truly.”