Knock on Wood

by Jenika Snow

  “I’ve been dreaming of this moment seemingly my entire life, Flora.” His expression looked heavy, pleasure-filled.

  I felt my heart jackknife in my chest.

  The scent of him filled my head, making me dizzy with pleasure. I found myself reaching out and moving his hand away from his erection. We both panted as I stared up at him, his cock so close to my mouth. I was the one hungry for him, needing this like I needed to breathe. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment too.” I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock. He was huge, thick and long, the head slightly bigger than the shaft, the slit at the tip covered in pre-come. My mouth watered for a taste.

  “Flora, baby.” His voice was guttural.

  I started stroking him, up and down, steady and slow, trying to make this feel good for him. Truth was I’d never done anything like this with a man. Not only was I a virgin in the most technical of ways, I was also inexperienced in anything aside from some making out and heavy petting.

  I wanted this to be good for him, to make him feel as good as I knew he’d make me feel.

  We were staring at each other as I stroked him, his massive chest rising and falling, his abdominal muscles clenching and showing washboard definition. “You look so fucking incredible in this position.” His voice was thick, his focus on me. His eyes were hooded, his expression primal.

  I started rubbing my palm up and down his length faster, tightening my grip, making him groan with each stroke.

  “That is so fucking it.” His big body was tense.

  But then he gently pushed me away. “I want you to keep going, baby, but if I don’t stop you, I’ll come in your hand. I want to be deep inside of you when that happens.”

  Everything in me froze, and I removed my hand. I was really going to do this, give myself to Johnny. So many things passed through my head, through my body. And I embraced them all.

  No turning back now.

  Chapter Six

  Johnny

  I was going to come if I didn’t stop her. And I wanted this to last, wanted her to get off first. We stared at each other for long moments. Flora was so beautiful, so fucking perfect. She was soft and sweet where I was hard and rough.

  “I’ve been ready for this, for you, my entire life.”

  My cock jerked at her words. I knew once I was in her, finally had her as mine, I wouldn’t last.

  I wouldn’t be able to let her go.

  She was the one who pulled me down close, so our mouths were inches apart. We breathed the same air, shared the same heat.

  I rested my forehead on hers and closed my eyes. The thought of staying like this forever filled my head, making me content, happy. When I was with Flora nothing else mattered. I was a fucking fool for letting so much time pass between us, for fighting how I felt about her.

  I’d fall to my knees and worship her, give Flora the world if that’s what she wanted. I’d do anything to make sure she was happy. And I’d spend the rest of my life proving to her that I was worthy of her affection, of her love.

  My cock was so damn hard, and pre-come was a constant at the tip of my shaft. I stared at the only woman I’d ever loved. Her mouth was red and swollen from my kisses. I wanted them like that always...because of me.

  I reached down and placed my hand on her pussy, my fingers touching her clit and lips, her gasp filling my ears. I should have been sweet, gentle. Hell, it was the first time for both of us, but I had been imagining this moment my whole fucking life, it seemed.

  “This is mine, isn’t it?” I spanned my hand over her pussy, her heat and wetness making my cock jerk, making me harder than I’d ever been in my whole fucking life.

  “Yes,” she whispered softly, heatedly.

  “Say it again,” I demanded. “One more time for me, baby.”

  “I’m yours, Johnny. I’ve always been yours.” She looked right into my eyes as she said the words.

  “That’s fucking right. No one else will have you but me.” I growled low, like some kind of animal. I started teasing her clit, rubbing that bundle back and forth, watching the pleasure move across her face. “No one else will ever know what you feel like. No one will ever have you but me.”

  “Only you.”

  While I rubbed her clit, I moved my thumb down to her pussy, teasing the entrance, gently dipping the digit in. I wanted her to feel me everywhere.

  “How good does that feel, Flora baby?”

  She was breathing so hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “So good.”

  I leaned down again, taking her lips in another hard, deep kiss. She opened her mouth wider for me, and I plunged my tongue inside. I needed to take her virginity, to give her mine. I needed her to take mine.

  This needed to be good for her, slow for her. This needed to be a moment she’d never forget, so that she’d know, without a doubt, how much I cared for her.

  How much I loved her.

  I reached between us once more to grab my cock, rubbing the tip up and down her pussy. I pressed my hips tighter against hers. Because of Flora I was losing my fucking mind, but God, I wanted to go fucking crazy for her, just wanted the oblivious pleasure that only she could bring.

  “Are you ready for me, baby?”

  She nodded. “I am so wet for you,” she moaned.

  I closed my eyes. “Just hearing that could make me come right now, Flora.” I thrust all my inches into her, and then retreated back. I did this over and over again, back and forth, slow and easy. She was so hot, so wet and primed for me.

  She had her nails on my skin, the pain she gave me increasing my pleasure.

  She looked up at me, her eyes wide, her mouth parted. Her lips were this gorgeous shade of pink, slightly glossy and swollen from my kisses. I slammed into her maybe a little too hard, and she gasped.

  I stilled, instantly regretting not controlling myself better.

  “Too much, baby?” I leaned down, kissed her, and wished I could make this perfect for her, wished I could make it so it wasn’t uncomfortable.

  “I’m okay.” She smiled at me. “Don’t stop, Johnny.”

  I started moving in and out of her slowly, gently, trying to be as easy as I could. This was my first time too, though I only felt pleasure. The thought that I was hurting her fucking gutted me.

  I had my hands on the bed beside her head. My biceps and forearms were clenched tight, my upper body braced, holding myself up over her. I thrust in and out, my balls slapping the soft skin of her ass every time I pushed inside.

  I wanted her as my wife, as the mother of my children. That thought nearly knocked me on my ass. It was so powerful, so real, that all I wanted to do was just that.

  But I didn’t want to rush her, didn’t want her to feel trapped, even though I knew she cared for me and I’d fallen hard for her. The last thing I wanted was to ruin anything with Flora. I knew I wanted her in my life, as my wife, the mother of my children. That was so real inside of me, so powerful, that I couldn’t even think straight, rationally.

  I’d do right by her, make this as real for her as it was for me.

  But the male side of me, this primitive, instinctual side, needed to fill her with my seed. I wanted—needed—her take all of it. This obscene part of me wanted to lean back and watch the product of my release slip from her pussy when I pulled out. I wanted her to be marked by me in the most primal, basic ways.

  “Fuck.” The feeling of her cunt squeezing my cock and the look of pure ecstasy on her face sent me close to the edge.

  Not yet. Do not fucking come yet.

  I looked at her breasts, the large mounds shaking as I plowed in and out of her. Her nipples were red, her chest blushed from her arousal.

  “God, yes.” She breathed out those two words.

  I leaned down and licked her nipple, dragging my tongue along the stiff peak until she arched
for me, giving me more of what I wanted. She tasted so sweet, so fucking good. I pulled one hard tip into my mouth and sucked.

  There was no way I could control myself. There was no way I could stop. Flora was mine, had been even when I was denying it to everyone, including myself.

  I sat back on my knees, my cock still deep in her tight pussy, and placed my hands on her inner thighs. I spread her legs. My heart slammed hard against my ribs as I stared at where we were joined.

  Fuck, she was gorgeous. Every part of her was so damn perfect that I would fall to my knees day in and day out just to make that known.

  Mine.

  “I was an idiot for not making you mine sooner.”

  I looked at her face, hearing the low growl leaving me. Her eyes widened, her breathing increased, and I felt her nipples tighten further. Yeah, she was right there with me. Right fucking there.

  Chapter Seven

  Flora

  The pain was like nothing I could have prepared for. But knowing I was feeling this with Johnny made it not matter.

  “Tell me you’re okay, baby. Are you sure you’re okay?” He sounded so concerned.

  “I’m fine, Johnny. Don’t stop.”

  Johnny wasn’t moving, clearly distressed that I was uncomfortable. But I wanted him to know that I didn’t want things to stop, that I didn’t want things to end because of this. I wanted him to go all the way, to just lose himself in this moment like I surely would.

  “I’m fine. I promise. In fact, I’m more than fine.” I smiled then.

  He made this low sound deep in his throat and started moving again, back and forth.

  His motions were slow and easy, but consuming me down to my very cells. I reached up and grabbed his shoulders, the muscles tight beneath my hands, clenching and relaxing with each thrust and retreat. I dug my nails into his skin as the discomfort started to morph into pleasure.

  He started pulling out a little faster and pushing in a little harder. Beads of sweat covered his temple, and I felt perspiration begin to dot the valley between my breasts. The only thing I focused on was the air leaving me and his deep moans. I held on, not wanting this to end. I smoothed my hands along his arms, his big body moving fluidly over mine.

  “Tell me it feels good.”

  “It feels so good.” The words were broken up as they spilled from me. My back arched on its own, my breasts brushing his chest, my nipples rock-hard.

  “Fuck, this is better than I’ve ever fantasized about.” He leaned down and kissed me until I was breathless. The feeling of his hardness to my softness, of his masculinity to my femininity, made me crazy with desire.

  “More.” I needed his mouth on mine. He kissed me hard and passionately. He was possessive, intense. He claimed me in the ways I’d always dreamed about. My inner muscles clenched around his girth, trying to take him in further.

  “So good, Flora. You’re so fucking tight, hot, and wet.” He pulled out, only the thick head of his dick at my entrance now.

  “Keep going.” I gasped those two words. I was so close to going over the edge, to just succumbing to it all.

  He thrust back into me, harder. I arched my back, thrusting my breasts out.

  “So good.” He thrust into me again, pushing me up on the mattress from the force, my back burning slightly from the friction.

  Johnny was everything I had ever wanted, had ever dreamed about. He would never know how much he really owned me, heart and soul.

  “This is how it’s supposed to be. Always.” He groaned out those words.

  I lifted up, using my elbows to brace my upper body on the mattress, and watched his cock move in and out of me. His dick was long and thick, and when he pulled almost all the way out, I saw the glossiness of my arousal coating the length. It had me panting, the sight so erotic I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long once this started.

  “You like watching this?”

  I could only nod.

  “You like seeing what you do to me?”

  Again, all I could do was nod.

  He shifted a little more, grabbed my hips, and pulled me down, using my body to thrust in deep.

  I tipped my head back, my eyes now closed, and groaned in pleasure. He ran his thumbs along my pussy lips, gently, softly, and I snapped my eyes open so I could watch him. “More,” I begged, not ashamed.

  “Watch what I do to you.”

  I looked down at where we were connected, and saw him pull my lips apart, exposing every intimate part of my pussy.

  “Does that feel good?”

  I could only nod.

  Johnny moved his thumbs lower until he had them right by the entrance.

  “Johnny.”

  He groaned right before he placed his hands on my waist, and dug his fingers into my flesh.

  “Don’t hold back,” I cried out.

  Johnny started pushing in and pulling out of me faster, harder.

  “So good” was all I could say in that moment. He pushed into me again and again and again. “Johnny,” I cried out as pleasure consumed me.

  The sound of us having sex was dirty, but in such a good way it heightened this moment. I watched in a daze as he leaned back, placed his thumb on my clit, and rubbed the bud back and forth. His actions were fluid, and so damn arousing.

  He watched me, his focus right on my face the whole time. “Let me feel your pussy clench around my cock.”

  His words were all I needed to push me over that edge.

  And I came for him right then and there, impossibly hard, totally consuming. “Don’t stop.” I had to force those words out, my pleasure threatening to make speaking impossible.

  He groaned harshly. “No fucking way will I stop. I can’t even if I try.” He thrust in deep. “We were made for each other.”

  I was surprised by his admission, but warmth moved through me at how good it felt hearing those words.

  He leaned back and looked at where he was between my thighs, where his body met mine. “Perfection.”

  God. I could get off just from his words alone. When he looked at me again I could see he was tense; maybe his control was slipping. He started pushing into me and pulling out, our gazes connected, the air so hot and thick I was gasping.

  “I’m—God, I’m coming again.”

  “So good, Flora.”

  As I got off, my inner muscles clamped down hard on him, drawing him in deeper, needing him that way. I cried out as my climax peaked. He started fucking me faster, his groans becoming harsher.

  “Fuck.” He pushed into me harder.

  I cried out, my orgasm slamming into me.

  “I’m coming, baby.” He tensed, getting off right along with me. His huge body went rigid above me, and this deep, guttural sound left him. His neck muscles were strained, his eyes closed, and his entire body was like stone.

  It turned me on, made my orgasm even more intense.

  It was long seconds before his body finally relaxed. Johnny rested his full weight on me, and I sank into the mattress. I loved the feel of him on me.

  He rolled off, allowing air to fill my lungs, but a sense of loss to consume me too. I didn’t care if he suffocated me with his weight. I wanted him on me always.

  He pulled me in closer, our sweaty bodies pressed together, my heart pounding hard, almost painfully. I felt his come start to slip from my body, the warmth reminding me of what we had just done, that although we were both virgins we hadn’t used a condom. Pregnancy was still very real, even if it was unlikely due to where I was on my cycle. I had to be smarter next time, even if I wanted to be with Johnny forever, to be his wife, the mother of his children.

  I shifted on the bed so I could look at him. He had this aroused, glazed-over look covering his face.

  “I’m sorry. I should have worn something, to be safe.” He closed his ey
es and groaned. “But you feel too good, so fucking perfect I couldn’t help myself.”

  “I couldn’t help myself either,” I admitted. I trusted Johnny.

  Before I knew what he was doing, he had his hand between my legs. I gasped. The sensitivity between my thighs was intense.

  “I want you to always know that this is mine.” He added a little pressure and I cried out in pleasure. “No one else will ever touch you, ever have you.”

  Good.

  A shiver worked its way through me, claiming me, controlling me. He smoothed his fingers through my folds, my wetness so pronounced I was almost embarrassed by it.

  I braced my elbow on the bed, rising up and placing my mouth on his. Being forward like I was right now wasn’t like me, but it felt good, right.

  “I may not ever have said anything to you, never admitted how I felt to anyone, but it’s only ever been you for me, Flora.” He cupped my cheek, his hand so big, so warm, with calluses from hard, manual labor covering the digits. He pulled me closer, his big body so hard, so warm. “I won’t let you go.”

  Good. I didn’t ever want him to let me go. I’d been waiting for this moment for too long.

  He loved me. God, he really loved me.

  He crushed me to him, the air leaving me, his body tense against mine. “I’ve been waiting for a long time for this, Flora. I don’t want to lose it.”

  I was the one to take control now, to spear my hands in his short, dark hair, pull him close to me, and bring my mouth to his. “I don’t want to lose it either.”

  “It’s crazy, but it’s real,” he said, and I couldn’t agree more. “I love you, Flora.” He kissed me hard, possessively. “I fucking love you and I’m keeping you as mine.”

  Chapter Eight

  Flora

  Several months later

  I was surprising Johnny at the construction site. I had a packed lunch on the passenger seat of my car, enough for both of us. I was hoping we could go somewhere quiet, maybe someplace to be alone where we could really enjoy that hour lunch of his.

  I didn’t see him with the other guys so I assumed maybe he was in the trailer off to the side. I didn’t know the details of the development that they were working on, but I knew the office buildings would bring about two hundred new jobs to Rockbridge. I was so proud of the Ash brothers and all they’d accomplished. Not only were they the suppliers of the lumber that would construct the new development, they were also building it.