He carefully twists his key in the doorknob, but the click of the mechanism, despite his attempts to stay quiet, seems to reverberates in the air so loudly that it leaves his ears tingling disturbingly. Although he's almost sure that he's woken her up, he pushes the thought aside, stepping inside the cozy apartment, closing the door afterwards, and sets his suitcase aside, deciding that he will take care of it tomorrow morning.
He slips out of the shoes, before he walks through the corridor, making his way to the bedroom, slowly, in order to avoid any extra noises, and as soon as he reaches the room, his eyes widen, when he catches the sight of his girl lying on the mattress.
He's almost forgotten that she always sleeps naked; well, so does he... but oh my God, he missed her so much, her and her beauty...
He takes his sweet time watching her lying on the side so that she's facing the window, not him, but still... he's able to see her exposed back all the way down to the perfect curve of her ass because the covers are pulled up only to her mid-thigh, since she tends to toss and turn in the sleep, especially when he's away. Her hair are scattered over the pillow, pale skin glinting in the moonlight, and in her hands she clutches his pillow since it probably helps her to fall asleep when he's away, at least according to what he assumes.
He smiles lovingly as he grazes down at her for a few more seconds, before he begins to remove his clothes; first comes the shirt, then the belt along with his jeans, the soft click of the metal buckle makes him flinch involuntary, underwear following, and thus he finally lays on the plush mattress, sheets cool against his bare skin, making a pleasant contrast to the warm summer air.
He scoots closer to her, carefully taking away the pillow that she's been clasping in her hands, laying it underneath his head for support as he gets comfortable beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist and nuzzling his face into her hair, breathing in the smell of her lavender scented shampoo - oh my God, he missed her so much...
Suddenly she squirms in his grip slightly, her eyes fluttering open, but before her sight can fully proceed what's going on, she feels something warm pressed to her back and something heavy draped over her waist, and as she glares down, she sees an arm covered in a generous amount of ink lying there, fingers laced with her in a protective manner.
"Johnny," she beams happily, although she's just woken up, but the joy of knowing he's with her again a few days earlier than he informed, is the best thing that happened to her in past few weeks after his departure.
"Hi baby," he smiles against her hair, kissing the place afterwards, making her blush involuntary - she's almost forgotten about the affect he's been holding on her since their first met on her friend's party; she still remembers the way he looked at her that day, as if she was the most precious thing in the world which haven't changed for the slightest bit since then...
"I missed you so much," she practically sobs, a way too close to actually crying in front of him, but God, she's been holding these strong emotions since he left for filming, and she just can't help herself as a few tears stream down her cheeks, giving her that particular odd notion of burning her skin.
"I know sweetie, I missed you too," he replies, tone mild and appealing, as if he could sense her current emotional state, and all he wants to do is to ease her, to make her feel safe again, to soothe her brittle soul.
She turns on the other side to face him and as soon as their eyes meet, their lips collide with fierce and passion, all of the restrained emotions poured into the kiss - longing, relief, but most of all - love, thus neither of them feels the need to speak since words can't even express it properly.
"Leah," he whispers, his lips brushing hers softly because of the closeness of the lovers, and it doesn't take long for her to discover that she missed the way he speaks her name.
"Johnny," she mimicks his tone, smiling slightly as she takes her time to study his features, starting with dark eyes that are glinting in the moonlight, then moving on to his perfectly sculptured cheekbones, stopping once her sight lands on his plump lips, the particular part of his body that has been taunting her for quite some time now, and the fact that she's just got to taste them, only fuels her fantasies.
"How has my girl been?" His voice snaps her out of the trance, leaving her confused for a brief moment, before she regains her composure and pushes the lustful thoughts aside.
"Lonely," she pouts, hoping that he would get the innuendo, but he doesn't seem to as his hand stays on her waist, no roaming, no flirty touches, even no teasing, which she finds somehow frustrating. "I'm glad you're back earlier."
"Well, so do I," he smiles warmly as he stares right into her eyes through the thick eyelashes.
"I missed you so, so much," she purrs quietly as she swings her leg over his waist, catching him by surprise this time.
"I know baby, you've already said it once," he chuckles, the sound that soon turns into a content sigh as her hand slides into his hair, massaging his scalp gently, knowing how much he loves it.
"You're tensed," she states, and he just nods, nuzzling further into her hand. "Want me to give you a massage?" Another nod.
She rolls over onto her back, inviting him to lay between her legs, which he gladly accepts, settling carefully in the spot with his head rested on her breasts. She wraps her legs around his waist, crossing them at the ankles for a better leverage, shivering, when she feels his hair tickling her cleavage. She places her hands on each of his shoulders, caressing the skin with a brief strokes of her fingertips, before she starts kneading the flesh, slowly but sensually, making him groan in relief as she applies a little bit of pressure to his sore muscles.
"Remember when we met for the first time?" She asks abruptly, out of nowhere, catching him out of the guard for a tiny moment that he needs to recover from his dreamy state just a little bit, so that he will be able to talk to her.
"How could I forget?" He replies with yet another question, smiling slightly to himself as the memory from one summer night passes through his head.
It was so hot that day and thus he could barely breathe, since the air-conditioning had been broken for quite a while, so the only thing he felt like doing was lying in his bed surrounded by the cool sheets, but suddenly one of his friends called him, telling that he was throwing a party and had been wondering whether he would like to come. He agreed, much to his surprise, considering the fact that maybe he had a working air-conditioning at home, and so he left, heading straight to the meeting place.
As he got there, he found a comfortable, secluded spot in the back yard, since he didn't want to deal with drunk people and had a headache because of the heat, so he was planning on spending the whole party there, already regretting that he had even agreed to come here at the first place. But that was the moment when he spotted her walking out of the crowd of dancing people to the nice evening garden where air finally seemed to cool down, and fuck - she was so pretty, her body adorned in a simple, black, satin spaghetti strapped dress with a tiny bit of lace at the cleavage, but her eyes were puffy, hands shaking, hair tangled slightly, which was enough for him to figure out that something definitely went wrong.
She asked him whether the spot beside him is free and he would have been a fool, if he hadn't agreed, so as he nodded his head slightly, she took a sit on the stairs, scooting closer to him than she actually should, but she couldn't care less - she needed someone to talk to.
And so she kept talking for the whole evening, grizzling about her ex-boyfriend who had just broken up with her, right there, on the party, leaving her like that - confused and alone.
He assured her that he had to be either a jerk or completely blind to let such a sweet girl go, and she just laughed at his words, catching him out of the guard, then making him actually choke on the air, when she said that he could ask her if he wanted to have sex, without putting on a show for her, but before he got a chance to deny, she admitted that she doesn't mind though and they could have fucked, if he had wanted to, and God - she had no idea how much he wanted to...
"Johnny!" She snaps all of sudden, bringing him back to the reality. "Are you listening to me?"
"What?" He asks, sounding almost like a lost puppy. "No, sorry. What did you say?"
"Oh God," she huffs in annoyance. "I- uh, nevermind."
He just lets it pass by in order to bring up another subject that has been bothering him for quite a while. "Baby, I was wondering..." he starts, as his hand caresses her bare calf with brief strokes of his fingertips. "Like you know, we've been apart for a few weeks, and I missed you, so maybe we could-"
"Yes, please," she interrupts him a little but too eagerly, but she can't care less since it has been all she wanted to hear him saying after all those sleepless nights when she could barely handle herself, as if she was some kind of a hormonal teenager or so.
She slowly unwraps her legs from their previous place around his waist, waiting for him to switch the position, so that he lays on top of her figure, supporting the weight on his forearms. He stares into her eyes for a split second, the lust and wanting hidden behind her gaze, before he closes the small gap between their mouths, as he flicks his tongue over her plump pout, savoring the taste of her lips. She lets out one of the sexiest little whimpers when he pushes his tongue inside her hot, eager mouth that moves almost furiously with his, pouring all of the hunger, desire that has been burning her from the inside, that kept her awake at night, into the simple yet wonderful kiss.
She's trembling by now, hands tangling in his soft brown hair, as he lowers his head, leaving a trace of lingering kisses behind, stopping once he reaches that one particular spot that he knows drives her crazy; and he's not mistaken at all, the way she moans his name proves it well enough.
Once the purplish bruise raises upon her flawless skin, he moves a few inches down to her breast, nibbling at the flesh there, deftly avoiding her erect nipple that seems to beg for some sort of attention and so does she as she squirms uncomfortably underneath his body. To speed up the process, she begins to grind her already wet pussy against his already hard dick, whimpering at the contact, but before she's able to get more worked up, he pins her to the mattress by pressing a hand flatly to her lower abdomen, making her squeak both due to the slight pain and loss of friction.
Finally, and much to her relief, he closes his lips around the hardened nub, sucking harshly enough to actually make her shiver, then whine when he bites it, pinching it with a little bit too much force, flicking his tongue over it afterwards to soothe the squeaking girl. She ravishes the feeling of his lips upon her breast, gasping as he alternates between teeth and tongue, knowing exactly what pleases her the most which he finds even more satisfying, not just for her but for himself too, since well, the fact that has her body memorized like the back of his hand certainly makes a huge difference.
As the time passes, she slowly gets wetter and wetter, to the point that it starts to hurt a little, and despite knowing perfectly that she's aching, he pushes her thighs open as soon as she tries to rub them together to ease the burning between her legs, and before she knows it, she finds herself begging for some sort of relief.
"Johnny, Johnny please," she whines, already pulling him down by his hair, the action that is followed by the playful bite on the flesh of her right breast, the one that cause her to whimper in frustration. "I- I can't, please," she stutters over her poor words, but the truth is that she indeed can't wait any longer, she just can't, it hurts too much.
"Oh sugar, why is that?" He pouts, voice laced with hint of mock innocence, while looking at her with hazy, brown eyes.
"It's been so long since I've received any kind of pleasure, and- and it hurts so much," she wails urgently, her words gaining more attention from him than usually as his head perks up, eyebrows raised in astonishment.
"So you weren't-" he starts, soon to be interrupted by the bashful head-shake of the equally embarrassed girl, and he actually feels sorry of her this time, so without any further teasing, much to her relief too, he descents down until he reaches her pussy, practically drooling at the sight of her glistening folds and arousal dripping on the sheets below them - oh my God, she has no idea how much he wants to taste her right now. To be honest he's been longing for it for quite some time, maybe even more than the actual sex or maybe he's just prejudging because of how long he's been waiting, but either way he will surely enjoy it, of course not as much as she but still...
She mewls when he licks a wide stripe on her dampened thighs, so close to where she needs him the most yet barely touching her which leaves her clenching uncomfortably around nothing. She hasn't been touched by anyone or even by herself since well... since he was gone, forasmuch masturbation isn't what she fancies, so the first touch of his tongue upon her heated pussy sends a burning wave of pure bliss through her petite body, causing the girl to let out such a sinful moan that it surprises even him.
"Enjoying yourself, sugar?" He mumbles, lips brushing her clit as he speaks, so gently that she swears she might actually pass out, and so she nods, but this is not the reaction he's intended to gain from her. "Then tell me. How does it feel?"
"Amazing," she barely whispers, still loud enough for him to hear her, although he's also barely started, even that small amount of time is enough to make her practically soak on his tongue.
She closes her eyes, laying her head back on the pillow, pushing her hips up involuntary as he sucks on her clit, sticking his tongue to flick it over the hardened nub, watching how she shivers due to the act.
She slowly, maybe even hesitantly, throws her legs over his shoulders, giving him a better angle to eat her out, the one that almost causes her to cry out when he closes his lips around her folds, sucking until he gets them nice and swollen, having a girl underneath him gasping and cursing.
From time to time, he moves down to her entrance to catch the drops of wetness, before it leaks on the white sheets, dipping just the tip of his tongue inside, teasing her until she begs him to stop.
His gaze travels up her body, gasping at the sight of her hand squeezing her breast, fingers rolling over her nipple, and he watches her for a few more seconds, before he lays his hand atop hers, gently pushing it away, which doesn't slip past her attention. She blushes when he catches her pleasuring herself, bashfully avoiding his sight, but instead of teasing her, he just replaces her hand with his own, squeezing it tenderly until he has her squeaking and writhing beneath him.
He takes his sweet time savoring the taste of her sweet little pussy upon his tongue, his hardness rubbing uncomfortably against the sheets, causing him to groan in frustration as the affects of not being touched properly for those few minutes begin to amplify, but instead of stopping to finally please himself, he tries to push the thought to the back of his head, focusing only on her, even though it also has been quite a long while since he received any kind of physical pleasure, because he always feels guilty about touching himself, it's as if he was betraying Leah at some point.
"Johnny," she mewls, the tone in her voice signaling him that she's close which he's more than glad to hear. "Faster..."
And so he starts sucking harder, latching faster, nipping at the folds, since it will probably get her off faster, devouring her hungrily as if he was starving and she was his only meal, spoiling her with his skilful tongue. He lets her grind against his lips, smearing the juices over his chin, but he doesn't care though since what occupies his mind mostly is watching her face adorned in a look of pure bliss, eyes closed and lips parted as a few breathy moans slip past them.
She's close, he can tell it by the way she tugs his hair but mainly by the way she pulses against his lips, her muscles tensing to the point that they start quivering. She lets out a cracked cry when he literally bites at her clit so hard that it causes her to see the black dots in the corners of her eyes as a few hot tears stream down her cheeks. She's burning, her whole body seems to set itself on fire, when he runs his tongue up and down her slit, leaving a few open-mouthed kisses over her entrance, tender caress that pushes her over the edge, and soon he has her arching from the bed, whimpering his name, as her orgasm washes through her in hot repeatable waves, and the sight alone makes him groan since there's nothing sexier than a girl coming undone for you, especially the one you're head over heals in love with...
As she slowly calms down, her breathing starts to regulate, he moves up to the tiny aching nub, pecking it afterwards, making her coo sweetly, before he leaves the previous place, gently pushing her legs down from his shoulders so that they fall on the mattress limply.
"How was that?" He purrs into her ear as he lays on the empty spot beside her, running his left hand up and down her flat stomach, tickling her skin as he does so.
"Wonderful," she whispers, barely able to answer him with mind still dizzy and vision blurry. "But I also would like to get laid properly for a change."
Her request makes him smirk involuntary, and it's no long until he rolls over on top of her body, making her squeal as their chests press together, applying a little bit too much pressure to her breasts. He mutters a quick apologise, since he knows she's so ridiculously sensitive at this point that even the slightest touch can be painful for her.
"Can I be on the top?" She asks, dropping her sight bashfully which he finds pretty cute that even though they've been dating for quite some time now, she tends to get super shy around him when she makes a particular request or asks him to do something different for her, something she's always fancied or at least wanted to try, but sees it as a weird or kinky, although it isn't any of those things, so anytime she feels embarrassed about her own needs, he tries to show her that it's totally normal and there's nothing be ashamed of which she finds equally reassuring - he's truly a blessing...
He flips them over, grabbing her by the hips to steady the girl that is currently straddling him with her calves on the either sides of his thighs and head in the crook of his neck, gently sucking onto the tender skin there until a small mark appears.
"Leah, baby" he gasps as she flicks her tongue over the spot. "Don't tease me."
Of course she knows how hard he is, surely to the point that it starts to hurt a little, as she feels him poaking her pussy, so she starts to grind her hips slowly, rubbing herself against his hardness. He groans deeply as she presses closer to him, getting more and more frustrated herself, her pussy aching for something to fill it up, so she lines with his dick, and slides over in one swift motion, making him gasp both in shock and relief.
"Fuck, Leah," he groans her name in such a sinful way that it causes her to clench around him involuntary and moan back, her mouth falling open as she takes a few deep breaths to steady herself, before she lifts her hips, slamming back down so hard that she almost sobs at the sensation, since it's a little bit too much for her overstimulated pussy.
He frowns, mouth slightly agape in a silent moan, as he takes in the image of her body soaked in moonlight with breasts jiggling nicely each time she raises her hips, supporting the weight on his chest, digging her nails into the flesh without even realizing it. He hisses through gritted teeth as she rakes them down, leaving his skin stinging uncomfortably, yet the mixture of pain and pleasure makes him throb inside her.
She feels hot all over as if flames were tickling her insides, leaving her burning, aching for more, shivering in raw, animalistic need that has been bubbling inside her since he left for filming, waking her up at night as if it knew that she didn't have anyone to ease the pressure - what a cruel world...
As the time passes, she builds up a steady rhythm, fucking him with slow yet hard thrusts that leave both of the gasping, moaning each other's names as their greedy mouths collide in equally greedy kiss, devouring hungrily as of it was supposed to be their last night together, wanting to memorize all of the tiny details - from the way he grips her hips, digging his nails into the tender flesh, to the way her breasts press to his chest, hair falling on his face like a curtain.
"Leah, faster," he groans, squeezing her hips to gain her attention, and so she looks at him, a sly smirk playing upon her lips as she slows down purposely. He hisses through gritted teeth, throwing his head back in frustration as she keeps her pace agonizingly slow for a couple of seconds, until he can't take it, his body burning in need, thus he just flips them over, almost falling out of the bed in process, making the girl squeal as she takes a firm grip on his arms, looking at him with wide doe eyes, her body shivering in his grasp. To comfort her, since he doesn't fail to notice that she's tensed and totally caught out of the guard because of how quickly the whole situation escalated, he pecks both of her temples since he knows it always soothes her, moving down to her lips to lay a tender kiss there, her muscles finally relaxed.
"I won't hurt you, honey. You trust me, right?" He asks, voice filled with utter concern, a deep frown forming between his eyebrows as she states into her eyes, searching for some kind of confirmation.
"Of course I trust you," she smiles, lacing their fingers delicately, and he sighs in relief. "You can take me any way you want."
He looks at her with wide lust-filled eyes, heart hammering in his chest as he tries to recover from her words. He can't even express how much he's wanted to do it since their first night together, but always worried about hurting her since she's much shorter than him, and well... the last thing he wants is seeing his little girl in pain, but since she's agreed and she will probably like it either way, he decides to give it a try and see where it will lead them.
She actually cries out when he thrusts for the first time, slamming back in so hard that it actually hurts a little bit too much, but it hurts in such a wonderful way, her loud moan proves it well enough, so he keeps the pace, fucking her roughly into the mattress, until she screams his name loudly enough to be heard from the outside.
The truth is that she was always hesitant about letting him take her this way, because she simply thought she wouldn't like it, but he's proved it otherwise. She's never experienced that kind of pleasure, the burning yet wonderful feeling between her legs increasing gradually , causing her to writhe underneath him, back arching from the mattress to the point that it starts to hurt a little bit, so he pins her to the bed by laying a hand over her stomach to stop the disturbing stirring, but suddenly something snaps him out of the trance, specifically when he feels himself buried deep inside her. It releases something within him, something ominous, but he doesn't seem to care much at this particular state of mind.
She gasps when he presses her hand to the certain place, so that she would be able to feel it too, to feel the way he fills her up so nicely, to feel him moving inside her, and as soon as she realizes what he's intended to do, her cheeks burn with shame and lust, eyes dropping to avoid his glare, which he doesn't find satisfying enough.
He bends down until he's at the level with her ear, still forcing her to keep a hand on the stomach, smirking uncontrollably when she squirms underneath him. "You feel this?" He asks, voice thick and hoarse, settled with lust, and when he doesn't receive any answer, he resumes. "Of course you do. I can feel you squeezing me. I bet you're close, aren't you? Do you want me to make you cum, sweet girl?"
"Yes, I want you to make me cum," is all she's able to say, her mind dizzy with the overwhelming pleasure, her pussy burning with a need to release, and she practically cries out when he slips a hand between their bodies, deft fingers playing with the swollen nub that seems to beg for attention.
Suddenly her orgasm hits her, it hits her like a wave crushing to a shore, it hits her so hard that it takes her breath away for a brief moment, before she moans out, loudly, almost like a pornstar, her inner walls tensing around him so much that he can barely move, causing a rather interesting string of curses to slip past his lips, as he reaches his own height, body shivering in her grasp.
This is when his muscles give up and he falls on top of her fragile body, making her squeal his name loud enough to wake him up from the trance so that he rolls over to the side instead of crushing her with his weight. And so both of them just lie like this for a little while until their breathing is back to normal, and a few words of appreciation can be shared between the lovers.
"Fuck," he mutters, still a little bit out of breath. "That was amazing."
"Of course it was," she murmurs, a slight smile playing upon her plump lips, and before he gets a chance to interrupt her, she resumes. "And sure the pleasure is yours."
"Indeed the pleasure is mine," he sighs as she snuggles close to his side, burying her head in his chest, hair falling all over the place, ticking his skin.
"How about we watch a movie?" she suggests all of sudden. "Because honestly, I don't feel like sleeping."
"Sure," he smiles, somehow glad with her request since he knows he won't be able to fall asleep after such an intense scene, thus they spend the rest of the night cuddling under the blanket, watching movies until the peaceful night changes into the bright dawn...
