Page 59 of John’s Yearning

Happy about her eagerness to undress him, he helped her and tossed his shirt to the floor a moment later. Her hands were on him then, touching, caressing, exploring.

“I love the way your skin feels under my hands,” she murmured, kissing his chest. “And my lips.”

“I love your lips on my skin.” And he remembered what her lips had felt like wrapped around his cock. But tonight, he wouldn’t allow her to do that. Tonight was for her. Tonight, he had to show her that he could be gentle and selfless.

He pulled back and reached for the waistband of her jeans. Quickly, he popped the button open, then lowered the zipper. Savannah was already pushing the pants down over her hips, and John pulled them farther down, freeing her of them, pulling her shoes off at the same time.

She wore black bikini panties and reached for them. But he stopped her. “Allow me.” There was something about helping a woman out of her panties, because it gave him the feeling that she was at his mercy, because he was the one deciding when to undress her.

She lay down again, her head supported by the pillow. “Go ahead,” she whispered, a seductive glimmer in her eyes. “Do what you desire.”

The way she said it, the way she offered him carte blanche made his balls tighten and his cock jerk against the confines of his pants. His zipper cut into the hard root and made him bite back a groan.

Gently, he slid his fingers underneath the silky fabric and caressed her skin there, ran his fingers through the neatly trimmed hair at her center, and delved lower. Her hips lifted toward him, inviting him. But he withheld what she was asking for and instead took hold of her panties and pulled them down over her hips, then her legs. Then he ran his hands back up her legs until he reached her thighs. He nudged them apart, and Savannah spread them wider.

When he moved into the space between her legs and dipped his head, Savannah’s chest rose, the pert nipples even harder than before, and she pulled her lower lip between her teeth.

“I should have done this earlier, but when you sucked me, I could barely hold on to my sanity.”

Before she could react, he brought his head to her pussy and inhaled deeply. Her scent filled him, sent more blood to his cock, and made his fangs itch. But he pushed back that particular need. Instead, he licked over her slick cleft and lapped up the juices that oozed from her. Immediately, she writhed beneath him, but he put his hands on her hips and held her motionless.

“Easy, darlin’,” he murmured. “This will take a while.” Because tasting her, licking her, pleasuring her in such intimate fashion felt too good to rush.

“Oh, John,” she said breathlessly.

John lowered his lips to her warm folds again and continued exploring her. It had been a long time since he’d done something like this. Too long. He’d missed this intimacy, missed pleasuring a woman like this, missed feeling her react to his gentle caresses. Savannah’s hips were moving under his hold, and he eased up and allowed her to move, allowed her to rub herself against his tongue for more friction. He indulged her and moved farther up, bringing moisture to her clit, which was plump and throbbing. Demanding attention. He licked over the sensitive nub and felt Savannah jolt beneath him. He eased off for a moment, then did it again. And again.

Her moans and sighs bounced against the walls of his bedroom, mingling with his own groans and sounds of pleasure. He couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t stop, because feeling her let go and enjoy a few moments of bliss, was what he wanted to do. She deserved it. She needed it. Just like he needed to feel that he could give this woman what she craved.

With every second of their lovemaking, he sucked her harder and faster. He could feel her heartbeat accelerate, hear the pounding of her blood in her veins, the drumming of her pulse against her skin, and knew she was close. He sucked her clit into his mouth and pressed his lips together.

Savannah cried out, just as her body began to spasm. He loved the vibrations that hit his lips as her orgasm engulfed her. It took minutes until she finally stilled, and he lifted his head from between her thighs and looked at her. A tiny rivulet of sweat ran down between her breasts that rose and fell in a rapid rhythm, while she panted, her eyes closed.

He loved that look on her. Relaxed, satisfied, happy. That’s how he wanted to see her all the time.

He slowly rose, not wanting to disturb her bliss, when she suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him.

“John.” Her voice sounded lazy and so familiar. As if he’d heard her say his name like that a million times.

She reached her hand out to him now. “We’re not done.” She pointed to his pants where his cock had created a definite bulge. “Take those off. Now.”

John chuckled. “Detective Donnelly warned me you were a little bossy.”

“Then he’s a good judge of character.” She pointed at his pants again. “And don’t try to change the subject.”

He complied with her order, taking off his shoes and pants, then pulling down his boxer briefs. Just like earlier in the evening, she stared at his cock and licked her lips. But before she could sit up and repeat what she’d done to him during their first encounter, he was already rolling over her. He brought his cock to her center, and gently drove into her. This time he savored every inch of his descent into her heavenly sheath.

“Oh God, it’s even better the second time,” he said to her, gazing into her blue eyes. “I’m sorry I was so rough with you the first time. It’s just…” When she put her hand on his cheek and stroked it, he continued, “…it’s been a long time since I touched a woman. Since…”

Understanding glimmered in her eyes and told him he didn’t have to say it out loud.

“I know,” she murmured.

And because there was nothing else to say, he dipped his head to her face and kissed her. She responded to him, kissing him back with tenderness and passion, kissed him as if she knew everything about him, knew everything that mattered. Because now there was an understanding between them. They would be there for each other, give one another what they needed without any other expectations. Because for now, it was enough.

He relished every second their bodies were connected, moving in perfect harmony, coming together and pulling apart. There was no rush, no hurry this time. No frantic fucking. Instead, they were making love, getting to know each other’s bodies.

Whenever he was getting too close to his climax, or Savannah to hers, John slowed down and drew back until the danger of coming too early was past. Then he started again, first with tender kisses and caresses to her neck and chest, then with leisurely thrusts, before he picked up the tempo and allowed himself to take her harder.