Johnny Depp One Shots PART 2

Gentle

"How's that feel, sweetheart? Good?"

His voice was deep and gentle in your ear, his lips pressed to your throat with a kiss when you nodded. You were almost too rapturous to speak, the only sounds falling from your mouth were a melody of low whimpers and high moans as Johnny rocked his hips in you in harmony to create the song he loved for you to sing in his ear.

He learned your rhythm quite quickly being it was your first time together—your first time, period—as he had a keen ear for how you sang his praises, and he had a gentle flow for how your body danced beneath him.

Your cries rang out when his strokes were impossibly long...stretching and dragging along your soaked, soft walls and waking up spots you had no clue existed...your pussy pulling him back in when he dared to slide too far out, the tip of his thick dick nudging on your sweetest spot. He watched how that made you shudder, and kissed your lips with a smirk on his when your pussy clenched him, not wanting to let him go.

But then his hips would sensually stutter with wild, thrumming thrusts your moans reaching the ceiling as he met the back of your pussy easily, met it over and over with rapid taps that only lasted a second...only lasted long enough to make him bite his lip to see how he made you tremble and cling to him.

Maybe you were crazy to choose Johnny as the man to give your virginity to, but you would have felt crazier to deny him when he made your heart skip a beat with just his alluring, deep dark eyes on you...when he made you wet with just his soft kisses...and when he made you feel so precious with how he made tonight special for you.

The candle lighting of his bedroom was soft, the music softer, a lovely touch that put you at ease as you sat down next to him on his bed. Yet Johnny was a natural at calming your nerves and thankfully you didn't have many as everything about him felt right...especially his gentle hands on you as he massaged you, undressed you, and loved on you like his only goal tonight was your pleasure.

And that's because it was.

Once he finished on your tender clit, he crawled up your body and held you close as his hair fell around near your face, his lips on your face, too, as he kissed on you and whispered, "You ready, sweetheart? Don't worry, I'll be gentle..."

He was oh so gentle, dedicating his every touch to your comfort. Listening to your moans when he pushed here, studying how your eyelids fluttered when he lingered his thrusts there, and pausing altogether when it looked like you were about to pass out.

"You good, baby? Want me to stop?" Johnny purred in your ear.

"No. I can take it," you purred back and made him grin.

Now he had your wrists gathered in his big hands that he pinned to the bed as your bodies moved in sync, but he let you wrap your arms around his neck when your hips started to move on their own, winding, grinding, feeling everything, all of him, and seeking more.

It was that warmth spreading within you, that delicious friction from his slow thrusts on your spot that was now blossoming over all of you. You were untouched before you stepped into his bedroom, but you'd explored your own body before. You knew what felt good, what felt great, and Roman made you feel beyond that, somewhere between fucking amazing and euphoric.

"I'm close..." you hummed to him in a voice you weren't sure was your own. You felt like your pleasure lifted you from your body, your only tie to this realm was his heavy, luscious heat that surrounded you...and his even heavier, heady thrusts that anchored you and fastened you to the bed with pounding strokes. "Unhhhh, just like that...mmmn, I'm gonna cum," your hum rolled into a desperate sob.

"Give it to me...let me feel it," Johnny moaned to you, his sweet tone in your ears caressing you nearly the same way his strokes did as you ascended into something even sweeter. Your everything throbbed with bliss as you held him, trembled on him, whined for him, but savored every last drop of your pleasure for you.

You became selfish, riding out those warm, sweet waves until your soul returned to your body that Johnny gripped in his hands, your eyes refocusing on his as he patiently indulged you.

"You're so beautiful when you cum," he grunted softly before his mouth covered yours for a hot kiss, his body hotter than before as you kissed him back with heated greed. He gave you everything you wanted tonight and yet you wanted more...you wanted him.

"Cum for me, Johnny...cum." No sooner than his name on your lips touched his as you kissed him, he gave it you. Now it was him singing your praises as he fell into that sweet, sweet bliss that made him shake in your arms.

When he finally pulled himself from your grip, your hushed breaths were in rhythm as both your chests heaved. Johnny slowly reached for you and your head as you rested on him, feeling his heartbeat and your satisfied exhaustion as your eyelids fell shut.

Yet when he planted kisses on your face...then your chest...and finally your inner thighs, your eyes sprang open as you watched him gaze at your honey-coated lips with his tongue flicking across his.

"Mmnnn, Johnny, please," you whimpered to him when the flicks of his tongue met your soft, sweet folds as he gently licked up your nectar, his hands delicately grasping your hips.

"I thought you said you could take it, sweetheart," he said with a husky moan from the taste of you on his tongue. And with another lick, he added, "I told you I'd be gentle...but I ain't tell you when I'd be done."

Your back arched up from the bed to meet his mouth and your hands shot down to meet his head, yanking at his hair with no real effort to remove him because he made it so good...he felt so good.

And you wanted to savor every moment of it as you knew tonight was one you'd never forget.