Chapter 41
Chapter 41
Staring out the window, the lights lining the small side streets of late night London whisking by slowly and his fingers drumming nervously atop his jumping knee. His nerves were getting the best of him.
The thought of walking down the red carpet was never one of his top five favorite pastimes. He loathed the expectations that accompanied the whole shindig, the what to dos and what not to dos that followed behind him chained to his ankle as he trudged down the carpet. But today was different. Today he had her with him. And while he was happy he would have her there to stand beside him and lighten that load he felt each step of the carpet, he knew this was to be a circus unto its own. The parazzos would make sure of that, the probing eye of the media would not just shrug this off as the last little tidbit that lines the bottom of the gossip page.
Shifting for the fifth time, he felt a hand clasp over his own, quieting the drumming and silencing the butterflies. Without looking, he smiled to himself, accepting the hand into his and squeezing it softly. He looked over at her, feeling his gesture returned and seeing her soft stare and gentle smile. Her look calmed him as he took it in, his hand reaching out to her and pulling her closer to him in the shared backseat. Brushing his fingers across her cheek, he felt the silent sigh leave her as she unconsciously licked her lips. Watching her, he lowered his stare, taking in the black cocktail dress she had chosen for the night. She looked beautiful, radiant even. The bodice hugging her body, her breasts sitting high and coming together to form the most tantalizing cleft between the two mounds while the hem of skirt, which seemed to have continuously risen higher and higher throughout their little drive, sat mid thigh.
Clearing his throat, his gaze returned to her small face, a smirk playing at her lips at having read his secret thoughts. Without hesitation she took the hand still cradling her face and slowly led it down the front of her dress placing it against her right breast as she leaned into him. Her lips only inches from his, he closed the gap, taking her mouth captive beneath his. He worked slowly working up to the momentum that could feed the hunger that had persisted. It sat gnawing at the pit of stomach, demanding to be fed waiting and torturing him until their reunion. His hand abandoned his knee for hers, her soft skin greeting his probing touch as it worked its way up her thigh meeting the devious hem that had tempted him so.
He heard her slow intake of breath and he grabbed onto the waiting thigh. He wanted her now. Had to have her. Needed to take her. Right here. In the backseat of this car. To push the infuriating skirt up as she laid back for him her form welcoming him to settle in. To lay against her, her pulse raising beneath his touch, her breath dancing along his neck and her body grasping onto him. Yes, right here. Right now.
A knock against the small partition, woke him from his dream and he laid his head against hers. Their noses touching, he closed his eyes damning the timing and quieting the awakened desire burning through him.
“Do we have to go?”
He whispered opening his eyes enough to watch her take a small breath before nodding.
“Yes.”
Nodding back, he looked down on her, her eyes still closed as he leaned in once more for two small pecks before retreating from her form. He sat collecting himself and thanking God he had chosen the loose linen trousers and long wool coat for the night. There should be no surprises for him or the shutterbugs waiting outside.
Here it is. The time had come. Their secret affair was over. No more hiding. No privacy. No more cocoon of public ignorance. Magazine articles, long range lenses and a media following; welcome to the public eye.
Opening the door, he stepped from the car a rise in the chatter outside following as he reached back in letting their secret out.
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Stepping through the door, I made my way upstairs, pulling my heels off in intervals before slinging them over my shoulder and heading towards the bedroom. Setting the discarded shoes at the doorway of the bathroom, I heard Johnny set the alarm downstairs before barreling his way up the steps, most likely taking two steps at a time. I smirked walking into the bathroom. He was ready. Had been all the night, from the start of the night, from the start the day.
Sitting next to him at the ceremony, I felt his hand on more than one occasion find its way under the table to sit on my thigh. I shrugged it off remembering the interruption earlier in the car. He needed the affection, hell I needed it. My body still felt aflame as we made our way down the carpet. The flashes of the cameras blinding and the gasping of all more than a little subtle. We hustled our way across the carpet, trying our best at avoiding the media front and their barrage of questions. Smiling and posing only once or twice, we made it through the doors of the dining hall both breathing a sigh of relief. We had accomplished task number one, making it through the feeding frenzy unscathed. We had decided to come out of the closet so to speak but that in no way meant we would be flaunting our relationship and giving every newsmagazine their story for the week.
However as the second hour of the event rolled around, both of us were feeling the effects of a need unfed. Our homecoming was awaiting and the temptation of it was unbearable. We allowed each other little stares over glasses of wine, a wink here and there before returning to the chatter of the table. We must protect our relationship, privacy was key and secrecy was its helping hand.
By the time the presentation began our seats were saddled next to each other, his leg brushing against mine and his fingers massaging through the fabric of my skirt. Every few seconds, I had to swallow focusing on the head surgeon of the hospital across the table. He had become my horizon, keeping me afloat as Johnny’s hand continued to roam. He gave my knee a final squeeze before making his way to the stage.
I smirked at the clicking of the bathroom door behind me, as I bent over the sink rinsing the makeup of the night from my face. A set of hands grabbed at my waist, pulling me from my bent position. I went to smile when the brush of his breath drifted across my neck. Walking backwards out of the bathroom, he continued to hold onto me his body barely touching mine. Teasing me with his distance and tempting me with his secretiveness. Finally, my body seemed to scream, a rush of blood filling my every limb and all the little hairs on my body standing up in anticipation.
Stopping at the edge of the bed, his lips meeting the nape of my neck, kissing just behind my ear before sucking slightly on the lobe, I bite my lip waiting for his next move. His hands left my waist drawing around to my back where they pulled at the zipper of the dress. Leaning forward, I let his fingers go to work, the threads of the zipper separating and revealing my bare back to him. Reaching the end, he stepped into me placing a kiss on my neck, a reminder of what was to come before letting the dress drop from me. The black fabric pooled around my feet and I stood only in lace panties my breasts completely exposed to him as the nipples reacted to the cool of the room. Taking my hand he guided me from the puddle of satin, bringing me closer to our combined destination. Wanting to see him, to look into those dark eyes that had penetrated me from the podium of the stage earlier tonight, I started to turn only to have him hold me firmly forward. I sighed, the whisper of his words next to my ear, “Not yet.”
Leading me the final steps to the bed, he wrapped his arms around me, his hands reaching up taking each breast and kneading the sensitive flesh slowly. I sighed my head lolling back as his lips ran the course of my shoulder and neck. Biting down softly on my shoulder blade, he rolled both nipples between his fingers and I felt my body lurch slightly at the touch. He smiled, pulling each nipple gently, loving the shuddering effect of my body.
Oh please. My mind was joining in the fight my body was already battling and loosing willingly and hopelessly. I needed him to finish, to put a stop his teasing tactics and to take care of this heat that was boiling within me.
Licking softly at the mark his teeth had left, he brushed into me pushing forward as my knees met the edge of the bed. Turning me swiftly he sat me down allowing me the look I craved for earlier. There he stood, in front me nothing but boxers. The suit, the tie, the shirt gone. His boxers only remained the front straining in a oh so delicious tenting fashion. I watched, staring and taking him in with his front lined so nicely in front of me. Every molecule of my body urged me to reach forward.
Licking my lips, I looked up at him, his hair falling around his face as he leaned down taking to my lips. He worked fast and eagerly, a starving man in need. He bit, his tongue probing and his lips pressing firmly against me. I moaned into each kiss, taking short breaths as his head moved from each side, taking me from a new angle each time. Pushing me back, he lay over me, his hands bracing him while his knee sat between my open legs.
I whimpered his lips leaving mine as he stood in front me, I stared at him my eyes pleading for him to return to me. He stood, looking down at me, his body flushing and his breathing more visible as his chest rose and fell. Looking down, I watched as his hands fell to his boxers, pulling at them and stripping them completely from his body. I moaned seeing him pop free, the head pointing towards me shining with the liquid he had already begun to leak. He caught me staring, smirking at my intense focus before stepping back towards me and the bed.
He lay over me, his body finally touching mine completely; he took full advantage rubbing his body enticingly over mine my skin popping out in goosebumps all over. Running his hands down my side, his mouth never leaving mine as his fingers came to a stop at the edge of my underwear. He stopped gazing at me, my eyes half mast and my mouth still open waiting for the return of his lips, his tongue. Opening my eyes completely I looked back, his eyes intense and that lust that I had missed over the last few months staring back at me. Reaching up for him, he moaned as my fingers traced down his neck, his chest and stopping just short of the trail of hair marking the top of his pelvis. My hand rested nimbly along his lower abs, feeling his muscles contract beneath my touch.
Lifting himself slightly from me, I waited for him to move up keeping my hand where it sat and knowing that my decision to stop short of his real want was driving him mad. I smiled, enjoying being the tease. However the smile soon left, as he instead lowered himself down my body. Watching, I swallowed as his body lightly brushed mine before resting between my spread legs. Rubbing the length of my thighs, I sighed as he worked his fingers in small circles each widening until my inner thigh felt his pleasing attention. Looking up at me, he smiled before leaning forward placing a kiss on my lace covered crotch. The touch was soft and delicate but its effect outstanding. He chuckled as my body writhed underneath him. Hooking his fingers into the sides of my underwear, he pulled them down my legs, disrobing me completely and I spread my legs once more his head resting above me, staring down at his new uncovered discovery.
Leaning in once more, he places another kiss along my bikini line. The feel of skin on skin contact heated me instantly and I jerked upwards into him. Placing his hands on my hips he steadied me, giving me two more pecks before crawling his way back up. His face lining up with mine, he kissed my nose, my chin, the crook of my neck, the top of each breast before returning to that spot right behind my ear. He kissed along my earlobe whispering between each peck.
“I love you, ma petite…I love you so much…Show me what you do…Show me what you do when I’m not here.”
I looked at him, his erratic breathing matching mine and his stare still so intense. I swallowed understanding his request. I knew that some used this as foreplay, but in all my past experiences I had never done it. I felt embarrassed wanting to blush, unsure if I could really give this to him but I could feel his cock lying against my stomach twitching with each rise of his chest.
Sensing my hesitation, he reached down taking my left hand and bringing it to his mouth, he sucked each fingertip between his two lips.
“Please…Show me how you love yourself.”
I watched as each of my fingers disappeared into his mouth, my body ready to give him what he wanted but my mind still debating it when I looked past him and spotted the still trapped member between us, the heat radiating from him, his very core making me shudder. Looking back at him, I answered his question not saying one word.
A short gasp was the only response he gave, as he inched his way back down taking my hand with him. Reaching his desired destination, he guided my hand to myself. Laying it against my core, he sat back on his knees waiting for me to begin. Taking a last breath I touched myself, testing the waters, still a little uneasy. My finger lightly trailed over my mound and a spark flew threw me. I moaned aloud, forgetting all my inhibitions as I slowly circled the tiny button. I felt lost in my own world, my eyes closing as my body fell into its regular routine. I could feel myself nearing the end, that familiar sensation coiling in the pit of my stomach.
“Oh ma petite, what you do to me.”
I looked down at him, his small whisper waking me from my small daze, and saw him with his own hand playing with himself. I stopped watching him, seeing the how he spent each night apart, what he did during each of our phone calls. I moaned, knowing that I had done this to him, my actions turning him on so. Noticing that I had stopped, he let go of himself and made his way back to me. Bypassing his usual stop between my legs, he raised himself completely kissing me hard as his hand reached under my legs bringing them up around his waist.
Plunging himself in, I only slightly grimaced as he slid so effortlessly within me. My walls accepted him so easily, hugging onto him, grabbing and pulling him in further. We both moaned, ready to begin what we had missed. He thrust hard and fast, the tip never leaving me entirely as his body rocked with mine.
I was gasping for air, my lungs feeling as if they could never really get enough. My hands roamed him, grabbing onto his shoulders, his back, his ass.
“Johnny Johnny Johnny…”
I kept repeating his name, in small whispers, each one seeming to urge him on, keep him going. I wasn’t sure I could hold on much longer, I wanted to let go so bad. Suddenly, he began to slow, each thrust taking longer, his pace gentler. I looked at him, his brow furrowed as he grunted silently, he was so concentrated. Watching him, I understood. He was waiting for me. Reaching up for him, I brought him to me, kissing him softly.
“Let go.”
I felt him erupt immediately, the warmth of him spreading through me and I felt myself let go. Each of our bodies spasm and shudder as he continues to push in and out letting the last remains of him pour out. Calming, he lays atop of me, his member still buried in me as he breathes against my chest. Playing with his hair, I watch as he leaves small kisses along my collarbone. Jesus I missed him.
“I love you, ma petite.”
“I love you too."
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So this was definitely one of more favorite chapters to write (I wonder why?).