Helpless

Gorilla

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT
ONE MONTH LATER

Living on the island had been a blessing for me. I didn't have to worry about the media possibly intruding on my privacy. I was free to walk around the island. To be at sea. We had both of our family and friends visit us for periods of time. Johnny's kids had visited, and I got to know them well. I was grateful that they had accepted me into their family and had trusted me enough to share their Daddy with me.

Johnny had been completely devoted to me. He made sure I was taken care of. He made sure to keep on top of my recovery. Whether it was him, calling up doctors and flying them over for my check-ups. Making sure I ate whatever it was I wanted. He was the perfect boyfriend.

And the perfect gentleman. Every time our make-out sessions seemed to get out of hand, he would pull away. Even when I took a shower or when I would get dressed, he would step out of our bedroom. While I appreciated him being so thoughtful, I couldn't deny that I missed him. I missed being intimate with him.

I looked at myself in the mirror, I was finally able to fully open my left eye. It still had some bruising around it, but it was fading. I got my hair up in a messy ponytail and was about to walk out when I felt a pair of arms around me.

"Why do you always smell so good?" Johnny whispered in my ear.

"Because I have expensive taste in perfumes," I smiled.

He laughed and kissed my cheek. I turned around to face him and he quickly placed a soft kiss on my lips. I kissed him back. But my kiss was desperate. I wanted him and I was tired of pretending I didn't. What began with an innocent kiss, had turned into a passionate, desperate make-out session. Johnny left out a moan. He wanted me as much as I did. After a few seconds, he pulled away quickly.

"Sorry, baby," he said, touching his lip.

"Why are you sorry?" I frowned.

"Because I was too forward," he responded.

"Johnny," I sighed. "Baby, don't you want me? Don't you miss me?"

He looked at me and said nothing.

"Don't you?" I pleaded.

"Of course, I miss you," he said, running a hand through his hair. "But I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. I don't want to rush you."

I smiled. I was being selfish and thinking about my own needs. But I really did miss him. I didn't care anymore. I stepped closer to him and kissed his jaw. Then his ear.

"I miss you," I whispered. I kissed his ear before I lightly bit it. "I want you. Badly."

He quickly grabbed my hand before I continued with the teasing. He pulled me away so that I was facing him. "Don't do something we may not finish." He leaned in closer, I could feel his breath inches away from my face. "Because I have never wanted you this badly."

"That makes two of us, then," I whispered back.

Within seconds he crashed his lips with mine. He had never kissed me the way he was kissing me now. He was desperate. He was hungry. He began to walk me towards the couch as he gently pushed us back so that I was now laying on it. He was on top of me as our kisses began to lead into something else.

Just then, we heard a knock on the door.

I pulled away and looked at him. "Someone is at the door."

"No," he nodded. "Fuck them. Whoever it is. We are finishing this." He began to kiss my jaw again, but the knocking continued.