Find Her

Johnny frowned and made a sympathetic noise, reaching up to cup her cheek. “Baby.”

“It’s okay.” She leaned into his touch with a smile. “I appreciate what I have now so much more because of that experience.” She rolled onto her back and took a deep inhale. “Look at this place. We’re so lucky to be here. We can do and say and think whatever we want and this tree will still be standing here. It makes your problems seem a million miles away.”

“Yeah,” Johnny breathed. “It does.”

Hope turned her head to find his eyes riveted on her face. “What are you going to do with the silence in your head, Johnny?”

“Right now, I just want to fill it with you.” Johnny bent over Hope, his attention fastening to her mouth, and her blood rushed, pounding out a fast tempo in her ears. His hand cupped one of her bare knees and massaged firmly, before slowly pushing it wide on the blanket. “Ah, baby. I need to know how your pussy tastes. Can you let me find out?” His mouth dipped to her cleavage, his tongue skating over the swells pressing to her neckline. And that talented hand of his trailed down her belly to grip her sex through her underwear. “I won’t go any further until you’re ready, but I’m dying to give this a good, hard lick.”

“Yes.” The word burst out of her, because it felt right. Because her body demanded she embrace the electric connection between them before she exploded into fragments. With the gentle breeze caressing her skin, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Johnny’s eyes flared and his mouth suctioned to her nipple through the bodice of her dress, just momentarily, and the gasp was still lingering in her throat when he got down on his stomach between her thighs. His facial scruff chafed the sensitive skin of her legs, his thumb coming to a gentle, teasing rest over her clit, fondling the nub through her panties. “Oh my God,” she moaned, her back arching off the ground. “I l-like that.”

“Yeah.” His warm breath huffed across her mound. “I’m going to need you to love it.” The pressure increased, along with the pace of his rubbing and a scream kindled in her throat, her hips twisting. “Well?”

“Love it. I love it.” With a coarse groan, Johnny ripped the panties down her legs and cast them aside. His angular face was shadowed and highlighted by the moon, gorgeous, so gorgeous, as he positioned her knees over his shoulders and, watching her closely, ran his tongue up the divide of her female flesh, his eyelids growing heavier the farther his tongue traveled. “Tastes like good girl,” he said, licking at the corner of his mouth. “Tastes like my good girl. Is that what you are?”

“Yes,” she wailed, her fingers twisting in his hair. “Yes.” Hope had always thought of sex as some blurry movements, hands, mouths, cherishing words being exchanged. There was nothing blurry about this. Johnny’s tongue between her thighs was carnal—and she’d never used that old-fashioned word in her life. There was no other description for what he was doing, though. He looked her right in the eye, flickered his tongue against her clit and turned her into a whimpering, shameless servant to her own needs. She couldn’t take or leave his touch—she needed it. Needed it to survive one second to the next, so she pulled his face close and worked her hips, Johnny’s answering growl vibrating through her thighs.

His thumb took the place of his tongue, worrying that sensitive pearl of flesh side to side, up and down, going faster and faster the louder she moaned. “Am I the first man to give you an orgasm, Hope?”

She nodded vigorously, pressure unlike she’d ever known building in her lower body, the stars above seemed to expand and wink down at her and oh God, oh God her legs wouldn’t stay still. She couldn’t breathe.

“Would you like me to be the only man who ever does, baby?”

What was he asking? She didn’t know. And she couldn’t reason out his meaning when the flat of his tongue met her clit again and enveloped her in great, long licks, interspersed with maddening little flickers. “Yes!” she screamed, her heart releasing some undeniable truth her head hadn’t caught up with yet. “Yes, I want that.”

“Done.” He reached up and gripped her hand, squeezing. “You’re mine now, Hope.”

Her heart rejoiced at the same time as her body and it was an implosion of feeling, the full, aching sensation between her legs coming to a head and loosening with a great wave of relief. Hope’s throat started to burn and she realized she was calling Johnny’s name hoarsely up at the night sky, her body trembling from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. In the open expanse of field, she felt almost untethered to earth, a woman floating in the atmosphere, never to return to such a normal, mundane planet—and her heart told her there was some truth to that. She’d never be the same.