“Honey, talk to me.”
“I want to taste you,” he said in a rush. I smiled when I realised what he meant. I adored cocky Johan, mischievous Johan was a turn-on, shy, unsure Johan grabbed my heart and held on for dear life.
I didn't say anything; I kissed the side of his jaw and leaned back against the pillows. I lifted my knees and opened myself for him. I had never done this before, never been this open. I had tiny stretch marks on my pregnant belly, my thighs had cellulite, and I seriously needed a good waxing, but it seemed inconsequential when Johan had bared his scars to me. He shared secrets, opened himself to me and exposed a broken inside. I was here to bring those shattered pieces back together.
“Fuck me, you’re beautiful. All open and waiting for me.” He admired my naked body as if I were his last meal to be devoured. “You are perfect, Lou, absolutely perfect.” He ran his index finger down the centre of my breasts to my navel; he leaned forward and placed an open mouthed kiss there. He pulled back to look down at my exposed core, I resisted the urge to close my legs and hide. I felt a blush creeping up my neck to my cheeks. He looked up at me through those ridiculously long thick lashed of his and his dimples appeared. My body quivered in response, the effect of those perfect dimples was lethal.
“I was right,” he said, smiling. I frowned at him. “When you blush, the pink in your cheeks matches your perfect nipples.”
My mouth dropped open in shock before I giggled. “You imagined what the colour of my boobies would be?”
“Every man who has ever met you has imagined you naked, Lou, I have a dick so clearly I pay attention to detail.”
I laughed again. “What else did you imagine?” I smiled down at him as his chin rested ever so gently against the swell of my stomach. He lifted his head and looked between my thighs.
“What your pussy would taste like.”
I threw my head against the pillow, emitting a loud moan as his tongue sought its first taste.
“I said you would be my elixir, this right here sunbeam, is pure fucking ecstasy.”
I wanted to make a witty remark, continue our banter, but all coherent thought flew out of the window when he sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked at it with his tongue. I was lost and Johan was the only one who had the capacity to find me.
Soon, I laid breathless and incredibly satiated in the crook of Johan’s arm. He had one of his strong arms around me and one thrown over his eyes. I kissed his slightly perspired chest and watched his skin pebble with goose bumps, he made a low moaning sound in his throat and looked up at him.
“Give a guy time to recoup, woman.”
I smiled and rested my chin against his soft skin to watch his beautiful face, the strong line of his jaw, the dark shadow of stubble. His lips were red and swollen, I wanted to take his bottom lip between my teeth and taste the plump flesh.
“I thought you had the stamina of a man half your age?”
“That was before I met the woman with the libido of a nympho.” He grumbled.
I gasped and slapped the centre of his chest. He laughed and curled his arms around me, bringing me onto his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to my nose and smiled.
“You’re okay though? I’ve...it’s been okay...with me?” he said nervously.
I pressed another kiss to his chest and smiled brightly. “More than okay, you’re a nympho’s dream catch.”
He threw his head back against the pillows and laughed loudly. The roar of his laughter and the bright smile on his face warmed me immensely.
“I’ve not...” His face sobered and his blue eyes lost their sparkle. “I haven’t hurt you or anything?”
“I’m sore, my muscles ache, I may not walk for a week but I’d say that’s the sign of a woman well fu—”
“I get the idea.” He laughed, covering my mouth with his hand. I poked my tongue out and licked his palm and watched the clear blue of his eyes cloud with lust.
“You’re going to be the death of me, sunbeam.”
“I repeat, what a way to go.” I covered his mouth with mine and felt his arousal against my thigh.
He groaned when my phone started ringing. I laughed and turned away from him to grab my mobile from the nightstand.
“Hello?”
“Hey sweetheart, it’s Mum.” It always made me smile when she felt the need to clarify who she was.
“Hiya.”
“I have a favour to ask?”
“Yeah?” I said breathlessly when Johan pressed warm kisses along my jaw.
“Your dad and I wanted to go see Eve tonight and wondered if you’d watch Ellie, she’s been pestering to see Johan and I thought she could come over, but if you have plans...?”
“Mum, I don’t have anything planned, she can come over. What time do you want to bring her round?”
“Is five too early?”
“I tell you what, I’ll come over and pick her up and take her for a Maccy D’s treat. Tell her we can have a girly night and to bring her dress up stuff.”
“You sure?”
“No, I just said it for the fun of it.”
“Smart mouth.” She laughed.
We said goodbye and I placed the phone back on the night stand.
“I’m babysitting tonight; Ellie is coming over while mum goes to see Eve,” I said guiltily, recalling how Darren used to get so annoyed if our plans changed at the last minute.
“Cool, can I come with you for dinner? You need to feed me, woman, I’m wasting away.”
“You don’t mind?”
He frowned at me and shook his head. “Why would I mind? I get to spend time with my favourite girls.”
A lump lodged in my throat at his sincerity. “It’s just not—”
“Sunbeam, I love your little sister, she’s pretty awesome to be with. And she has excellent taste in me.” He laughed when I poked him in the side. He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Let’s go get her now, we can take her to the park first.”
I smiled up at his handsome face. “You’re pretty bloody perfect, you know that right?”
“I knew you’d finally come to your senses.” He chuckled.
I jumped out of bed, or in reality I waddled and rolled.
***
“Jo-haaaaan, can I paint your nails?” Ellie asked sweetly. I lifted my eyebrow at him in a silent dare to turn her down.
“Erm...well, men don’t have polish put on their nails, princess.”
“Yeah they do, I saw it on MTV,” she retorted with her usual sass.
Johan looked at me with pleading eyes and I smiled and shook my head, there was no way I was giving him an easy out. I looked like a frigging circus clown with the amount of eye shadow and blush I had on.
“Well—”
“Pleeeeeease.” She pouted and I grinned, because he was a goner. He rolled his eyes, threw down the papers he was working on, and sat beside her on the floor. She squealed in happy delight. “Daddy never lets me put it on him.”
Johan’s jaw dropped when he realized he was being played.
“Sucker!” I laughed.
“You, Ellie Beaumont, are going to be a lawyer when you’re older,” he said, frowning at me.
“Nope, I’m going to be a singer.” She turned to look at her array of torture products, more commonly known as makeup.”I don’t have any boy colours.”
“Because boys don’t have their nails painted.” Johan sulked.
“Purple. I have purple, that can be a boy colour.”
“Yeah, it totally brings out the colour of my eyes.” Johan huffed dramatically.
I laughed loudly.
Ellie leaned forward and squinted at him.
“Nuhuh, you have blue eyes.”
He rolled his eyes again.
“Keep still. It looks messy if you move.”
A while later, Johan grumbled as he walked into the kitchen. “How the hell do I get into these kinds of situations?” He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and upon closing the door leaned agains
t it, taking a long drink from the bottle.
I suppressed my giggles. “Mum said you looked pretty.”
“Was that before or after she started breathing again because she was laughing so hard? It’s a good job your dad stayed in the car, I seriously would have lost man points.”
I laughed at him. When Mum had come to collect Ellie she had walked in the lounge, taken in the scene and fallen about laughing. By the time she left she was panting, and tears had messed up her mascara.
“But you do look pretty. The blue eye shadow brings out the colour in your sexy eyes.”
He snorted and had another drink. I leaned against the counter watching him.
Ellie had used her cute little pout and wobbly lip to convince Johan to let him be another of her makeup models. She painted his nails with a bright purple, then she did his hair with so much gunk I swear a hurricane wouldn’t move it. Then she said she wanted to make him look like a rock star with makeup. I think dad letting her watch punk and rock music videos was becoming an issue. At first Johan was adamant he wasn’t going to allow it, but then she used her ‘okay, it doesn’t matter’ and started the little lip tremble. As soon as she did that Johan couldn’t say no, and he stayed quiet while she painted his face. I do have to say I was pretty bloody jealous how fantastic his lashes looked with mascara.
“You’re eyes are seriously sexy all hell. Makes me think naughty thoughts.” I smiled at him when his head snapped in my direction.
“You think I have sexy eyes?”
I bit my bottom lip in what I hoped was an enticing manner, and nodded.
He pushed away from the fridge and walked towards me. He placed his unfinished drink on the counter. Then he braced both hands on either side of me, trapping me.
“So the naughty thought was...?” he asked in a husky voice, sending tingles down my body.
“That I—”
Thoughts fled when he rubbed the tip of his nose up my neck, inhaling my scent.
“You?”
I whimpered and grabbed at his shirt when his mouth sucked at my pulse point.
“Talk to me sunbeam.”
“I, I—” currently had no coherent thoughts other than the exploding of shivers and pure delicious longing racing through me as his hot hard body pressed against me. The cool worktop at my back was welcomed against my flaming skin.
“I—”
His hand curled around the back of my knee and tugged, sliding it up his hip. Slowly, torturously, he slid his hand up my thigh, under my nightshirt to my knickers. His finger traced the elastic at my hip, and teasingly retreated back down to my mid-thigh. I whimpered at the loss. I wanted him to rip my knickers away.
“Talk to me,” he insisted. I couldn’t find my voice.
His stubble scraped against my neck, down my chest to the swell of my breasts. The harsh abrasion against my soft skin felt spectacular. I closed my eyes and threaded my hands in his hair, holding him to me. I closed my eyes, desperate for him to put his hands on me. My skin burned in anticipation of him taking me here in the kitchen.
“No bra?”
“No,” I gasped. His large hand cupped the full weight of my aching breast, burning through the thin cotton barrier. His thumb circled my nipple, making it pucker painfully. A groan burst from deep within my throat. My skin sizzled with heat.
“What do you want?” he rasped, sending goose bumps over my heated flesh.
“You.” Right now all I needed was his touch.
He snaked his hands into the neck of my shirt and pulled, hard. Tiny little tinkles of delicate buttons scattering across the cold tiles. Warm heat captured a beaded point and sucked hard. My body spasmed as I clutched at his hair and rose onto tiptoes struggling with the desperate need in my body.
“Oh God!” I cried out, pulling at his hair.
He cupped my bottom, lifting me with his strong arms, and placed me onto the counter. The cold wood of the counter shocked my burning flesh; I wriggled, needing to abate the aching at my core. Johan pressed between my open thighs, I cried out in relief as his hard length applied delicious pressure, exactly where I needed him. My core pulsed and throbbed and I wriggled against him; I needed him more than air right at this moment.
The kitchen filled with moans and loud breathing as our grunts of euphoric pleasure became a chorus. I cried out again when he bit my aching nipple.
The wet hot sensation of his mouth and the harsh brush of his stubble created such a conflicting sensation I balanced the precipice of orgasm. I pressed my wet heat against him, and when he sucked hard I cried out, my mind blanked, my body spasmed as joy overtook. I pulled at his hair, both wanting to pull him away and keep him against me. My body flamed; the sensation was overpowering.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said.
I lifted my gaze to look into his hooded blue eyes. They were sparkling sapphires of lust. I cupped him through his jeans and squeezed. He moaned loudly and thrust his hips into me. I pressed against his chest so he would step back. He frowned slightly until I hopped of the counter, unhooked the button on his jeans, and slowly lowered his zipper. He smiled and leaned forward for a kiss but I placed my finger against his lips and started to kneel before him. I pressed a kiss on his shirt over his heart.
“What—”
I curled my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and released his hard heavy length. The tip was red with anticipation. A drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip and I flicked my tongue out to catch it.
“Fucking hell,” he roared and lifted his hands to thread through his hair. The tiles were cold and unforgiving against my knees but I needed the contrast to stop me from bursting into flames.
“Lou.”
“Sssh,” I whispered with my lips against the crown of his erection. He shivered violently. I ran my tongue under the ridge and over the tip. He tried to pull away but I wrapped my hands around his buttocks and held firm. I smiled and pulled my mouth away, I needed my mouth somewhere else first, a longing I could no longer deny. I lifted on my knee and snaked my tongue out against his delicious V. He shuddered as my tongue trailed down the salty ridge of his hip to the soft mass of dark hair at his groin.
“Mmm.” I hummed in the back of my throat.
“Lou...fuck!” He gasped as I opened my mouth and took him into the warm wet heat. His legs shook and he forcefully pulled away, staggering away from me to lean against the kitchen table. He placed both hands behind him, bracing himself; his clothed body and exposed cock were the sexiest sight I had ever seen. His chest heaved with deep breaths. He took his length in hand and stroked fiercely.
“I could come just by watching you with that look in your eyes and you on your knees, Lou.”
I looked down at myself kneeling on the floor, my shirt ripped open revealing my naked breasts and wet knickers.
I looked up at him through my lashes with a sly smile on my face. I slid my nightshirt over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I hooked my fingers in my knickers –
“I take those off,” he demanded. A surge of heat pooled in my core at his tone. I crawled towards him over the cold floor, then slid my hands up his denim clad thighs, harsh fabric against my palms before the silky steel of his dick.
“You don’t have to,” he said before I took the full length in my mouth. His salty musky scent aroused me so much I slid my hand between my thighs to find my aching clit.
“Hands off,” he moaned deliciously deep, “mine!” His voice sounded like a guttural growl, and I smiled around his cock, moving my hand away from my pussy.
He slid his fingers into my hair, stroking his thumb over my hollowing cheeks. I took him to the back of my throat and looked up at him through hooded eyes. He gazed down at me, his eyes misted over to a dark midnight blue. I whimpered against him with the ache between my thighs. I closed my eyes and savoured the taste and feel of him sliding in my mouth. I could feel him pulsing between my lips, the swollen tip giving me more of his salty taste. Strong hands wrapped around my ar
ms and pulled me up.
“I need my cock inside you.” The deep timbre of his voice sent shockwaves through my body.
He placed me on the table, hooked his fingers in the elastic of my knickers and pulled them down my legs, then placed a soft kiss to the arch of my foot before positioning himself between my thighs.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Lou.” He stared down at my aching centre; I was exposed but I didn't feel the need to hide. I wanted him to see me. I leaned back on my elbows and arched my back.
“Fuck me, you’re every man’s fantasy.”
“I only want to be your fantasy.”
“You had me at who’s this clown?” I giggled at his reference to our first meeting in my sister’s bedroom, but it turned into a loud moan when he thrust into me. He braced his arms on both sides of my hips and rocked inside me, shallow teasing thrusts.
“Johan!” I gasped.
“I got you, sunbeam.” He moaned when my insides clamped down on him, then surged forward filling me, owning me, and totally scattering my brain.
Chapter 14
Louise
6 Weeks Later.
I bit the tip of my thumbnail and watched as Johan sipped his coffee and read the newspaper. Tonight was the night of the formal function held by the company he worked for. It had been delayed yet again due to international scheduling of overseas companies. So the bad news was that I’d already returned one gown I bought because it no longer fit; who would have thought baby bean would’ve grown so much in so few weeks. But I had a very prominent bump now, and there was no disguising it. With encouragement, or should I say full-blown bullying from my irritating housemate turned boyfriend, I had purchased another long formal gown that elegantly hugged my bump. Johan said it made him want to devour me in the changing room, so I’m taking that as a good sign.
We’ve been going slow, respecting one another’s need to ease into this relationship. I feel like a bloody teenager again, necking and making out whenever we can, secret kisses in the kitchen when people come to visit. The thing I enjoy the most is seeing Johan free of his nightmares, watching him smile, his eyes sparkling. I love the lighter side to him, the one not bogged down by hidden demons. And the best thing is that he stopped referring to himself as a freak. That was the one thing that hurt to hear the most. Those bastards did unspeakable things to my man, but he bore the brunt and the blame and I hate them for it.
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