Broken

Carrie yells out and holds on tight to Johnathan, who chuckles as he separates himself from her, only to gaze down at her.

Johnathan takes in Carrie’s magnetizing beauty. The red dress that she had decided to wear tonight was stark against the soft, alabaster skin that lead to her cleavage. While her long hair flowed around her head, like a golden crown. Her lips, a deep rouge, were moist and puffy from Johnathan’s kiss and her chest heaved, regaining the breath that was lost during their intimacy.

Johnathan was breathing hard too, but instead of strain, his heightened breathing had to do with anticipation as the endorphins raged inside of him.

He grinned down at Carrie, while his hand came up, curving around her throat, while his lips pressed into the nape of her neck.

Carrie groaned, her pelvis already thrusting upwards, as she felt the rough stubble of her lover’s cheek against her skin.

Already feeling moisture lubricating her center, Carrie was easing her way toward Johnathan’s manhood.

She wanted him badly and her womanly aching wasn’t going to allow her to hold out for long.

Carrie longed to feel him inside of her, pulsing with long, thrusting motions eradicating any doubt of his affections for her, more with every strike.

Even now, lovemaking was the only time when Carrie felt that Johnathan was truly letting himself go.

He wasn’t one to lose control and Carrie never thought that he would be. There was always a sense of reservation and pause, hiding behind every motion that he made but when the two of them were together in this way; hearts beating as one, bodies connecting, and souls entwining, Carrie was certain that she was receiving a completely unbridled Johnathan.

Pulling him close to her, she groaned, as she felt his lips slowly inch down her neck and across her chest, heading toward her cleavage.

As his lips neared her breasts, she felt his fingers coil around the sleeves of her dress, dropping them off her shoulders.

When he drew closer to the valley of her cleavage, she felt his hands peel the form-fitting dress down, until he was able to expose her bosom.

With a prideful, almost animalistic growl, Johnathan pressed his face into the center of her breasts, before grasping one with his hand.

Carrie felt her body quake with excitement as she eased herself up, so that she was closer to him.

He grinned, almost devilishly at her, before the pad of his thumb carefully stoked the dark portion of her breast, surrounding her hardened nipple.

Carrie shuddered, moving to sit up, but Johnathan straddled her, making it clear that he was in control.

Looking up at him, Carrie simpered, while his free hand ran through her hair, before tracing her hairline and trailing down the side of her body. The light touch of his fingertips, tracing her body, brought chills, trailing behind his touch, while with each circular motion of his thumb, pressing against her breast, Carrie felt a quaking in her pelvis.

She groaned as Johnathan thrust himself against her, applying pressure in an area that caused Carrie to cry out.

Johnathan chuckled before running his thumb over her nipple.

Again, Carrie shuddered, crying out, as bolts of excitement rocketed through her body.

Johnathan then eased himself down, so that his lips were even with her breasts. Carrie closed her eyes and rocked her head back, as Johnathan took her nipple into his mouth, making the same circular motion, he had with his thumb, but now with his tongue.

Carrie’s heart was thrusting in her chest hard now, while the wetness between her legs readied her to receive him.

“Oh, my God…” Carrie moaned, feeling her heartrate palpitate harder as her eyes rolled back and her fist clasped a strong hold on the comforter.

Carrie swallowed hard, but her mouth was dry with anticipation and her body quivered with need.

After Johnathan had appropriately teased each of her breasts, his hands spread to either side of her, his large grip encasing her tiny waist.

His grip was warm and slightly calloused. Her skin yearned for his touch and as he eased himself down, he took the dress with him, until he was gently sliding it off her legs and onto the floor, leaving behind her naked body.

Carrie’s whole body felt like it was vibrating, instigated by his foreplay.

Carrie sat up slightly, propping herself on her forearms, as she watched Johnathan undress.

His solid body was revealed to her, causing her need to intensify immensely. With her eyes in an alluring, come hither glance, she eased herself closer to him; wanting to feel his heavenly body against her skin. She pressed her nakedness against him and her breasts, which were still moist from his attention, tingled with delight upon rubbing against his solid, visceral physique.