A Hero in the Dark: 2nd Edition

Chapter 99: A Perfect Birthday

John wakes me with a gentle kiss to my cheek, then I feel the bed shift. He's getting up. I don't want him to get up, so feeling an overwhelming edge of isolation, I hurry and reach for him, pulling him by the waist from behind until he falls back to my side. I kiss him senselessly, his head between both of my hands. "Stay with me," I beg. "I don't want to start the day yet."

With a surprised outbreath, I think he agrees because he returns my remark with a soft and tender—harder—kiss. His breath is hot and lucid, but his tongue is wet and cool; it glides over my front teeth. I moan. "I'll stay with you," he says, "but only if I can make love to you, baby."

"Yes," I breathe, inches from his face. He drags his tongue over my lips, chin, and across my neck to my bust. He palms my breasts delicately—one then the other—in slow-moving circles. I let out a soft sigh as he pulls on my nipples; he pulls on them hard, elongating them. "Ah, John!"

"You're so soft, baby," he chirps. "So soft in the mornings."

He nuzzles his nose in my chest, lips smacking against my skin. He's sensual, and erotic. I can't believe I never thought to come back to him sooner. His fingers trace downward while he continues the tickling stream of torment of his tongue, following down my belly and to my hips.

I'm naked, and only when I feel him graze the sensitive flesh of my sex does that seem to fill me with perfect certitude. He thumbs against my clitoris in a gentle loving gesture while his tongue swirls in and round my belly button. "You taste like a dream, Em," he groans, but all I can get out is another heartfelt moan of approval. "I want to take you now, if that's ok."

"More than ok," I murmur, "just hurry."

He chuckles lightly and reaches towards the nightstand. I hear him rummage blindly for something—I can't tell what—'till he comes back and adjusts a leg around me, trapping me. He tears open the packet with his teeth and wraps the rubbery latex around his growing erection. My chest builds with anticipation and my breathing intensifies; I have no doubt John can hear it.

"I'm going to go in fast," he says. "Is that ok?"

"Ok." Fast! he says.

"Don't move," he asks and puts the tip of his length against my sex, and already my mouth falls open slightly, then he's in me—deep, deeper than ever. He takes my breath away, leaving me panting recklessly in dismay. "Ah!"

"John!"

"Yes, baby." I can't tell if it's a question or not.

"Right... there!"

"I know, baby. I know." John makes good on his promise; he does move fast. He slams into me hard, thrust after thrust. I pitch and squeal and squirm; despite all of John's attempts and asks to keep me still, I just can't. He feels too good inside me, pounding in and out. He feels divine, like heaven and earth combined. "Hold still or I'll tie you up, Em."

"You wouldn't," I say, only half-teasing.

"Is that a challenge?" he asks, freezing deep inside me. My breath goes held until I release it.

"Partially," I cry, but before he can take me up on that, with one swift motion, I put all my weight into my abdomen and twist so that he falls beside me. I roll over him and keep his arms pinned beside his head. "But you're not going to get to try."

"Oh really?" He smiles. It's obvious this is amusing for him; it's amusing for me too.

"First of all, it annoys me that I'm the only one without any clothes on, John," I tell him. "Let's fix that." Like that, I release him but don't let up. I unbutton his shirt and pull it off. He lets me. By the time I'm through working him out of his boxers, he props himself up on his elbows.