"Um..." I started, a little too stunned to say more because, really, how do you respond to something like that? How do you say thank you to someone for making a lifetime of insecurity vanish in a minute? "Thank..."
"Thank me by getting that sweet ass on this table already," he said, reaching for a napkin as I moved to do so, feeling awkward about having my bare butt on the table where we had just been eating a nice dinner. And then I looked to see what he was doing and he was tucking the napkin into the collar of his shirt.
"Oh my god... what are you..." I started, feeling my cheeks heat up as a strange, strangled laugh got caught at the back of my throat.
"Manners, baby," he declared with a wicked little wink.
"Oh my god stop. Seriously," I said, hands going up to cover my flaming cheeks.
In that position, I didn't see him lower himself to the floor beside my dangling feet. I did, however, feel him force my legs wide a split second before his tongue traced up my slick cleft. A shocked gasp exploded from my mouth as my hands dropped to the table, grabbing the edge almost painfully. His face tipped upward, looking devilish. "Got a problem with my dinner etiquette, honey?" he asked.
"N... no," I said, shakily.
"Good. Then lay back and wrap those thighs 'round me, baby," he demanded and I immediately moved to comply. After that, there was no more joking, no teasing. There was nothing but his tongue moving against me with such exquisite precision that I felt the pressure deep in my lower stomach get heavier, my thighs tighten around him. His tongue ring flicked over my clit and I moaned loudly, my hand swinging out and knocking something to the floor. Johnnie didn't so much as flinch he was so focused and I felt his hand snake up the inside of my thigh, pressing through my wet folds and pausing at the entrance to my body. I felt myself tense, but his finger just stayed there for a moment, pulsing against the opening but not pressing inside until I felt the uncertainty slip away, replaced with a primal sort of knowledge that I needed to feel him inside. Then I didn't have to need it, because he was giving it to me. His finger slipped inside to the hilt, pausing for a moment as he sucked hard on my clit, before starting to thrust in and out of me, creating a friction that threatened to make me dumb.
"Johnnie..." I groaned, my hands going into his hair and holding on.
Inside me, his finger turned, crooking upward and stroking over the top wall, seeking the spot and finding it way too quickly, making my entire body spasm as I tightened around him. Against my flesh, he made some sort of humming growl that I swear vibrated all through my system. His tongue ring made another sweep as his finger dug into the spot a little harder and I just... shattered.
My entire body tensed as the orgasm broke through my system, drawing out a strangled cry as I rocked up into him, the pulsations strong and insistent as Johnnie kept stroking, kept licking, kept drawing it out.
My back flattened back against the table as I gasped for breath, my thighs shaking slightly as I forced my hands to untwist from his hair, one resting on the back of his neck, the other falling with a thump to the table beside me. Johnnie's finger slid out from me and his hands moved up to spread my thighs against the table as his mouth shifted to kiss down my thigh then up the other, sealing his approval deep into the marrow, making me realize I would never look at them with the same kind of derision that I used to.
Finally, one of his fists planted beside my hip and he pushed himself up, waiting for me to open my eyes. When I did, he pulled off the napkin and made a show of folding it and dabbing daintily at the corners of his mouth. "That was delicious. Time for the next course."
I choked on a laugh, shaking my head. "I hate you," I declared with a smile.
He chuckled, grabbing my arms and pulling me upward until I was sitting at the edge of the table again. His hands moved to cup my face, his thumb stroking over my lips before his head tilted down and touched his to mine, soft, sweet, until everything inside me felt melty and warm, until I felt him invade every part of me. As he moved away and I reached for my pants and panties, I had the blinding realization of how much it was going to hurt when he got ripped away again. And, make no mistake, that was exactly what was going to happen. Maybe not that day or the next or even the next week. But it was going to happen eventually.
He was going to walk away and there would be a Johnnie-sized hole inside me; a space I knew I would never be able to fill up. I knew this because I knew the feeling of watching a man you cared for walk away. I knew that kind of hurt deep. I knew that hurt from the seven year old perspective, watching the first man I cared about leave me. I heard that slamming door down to my soul and I swore I would never let myself feel that way again. I promised myself that I would never let another man leave an empty space inside me. But there I was, buttoning my pants and moving to sit across a table from a man who seemed oblivious to, or unconcerned by, the inevitable hollowness.
But, I guessed as I picked up my fork and ate food that settled like poison in my stomach, that was how it worked. The men walked away, moving on and creating more voids that the women would be left trying to fill... all the while knowing they never could.