When she came into the living room, Johnny, remembering the manly voice he had heard earlier, asked her calmly, "So are you going to tell me this time who was that, without all the sass you were giving me before?"
"You shouldn't have yelled at me, then. If you hadn't been so rude I would have told you the first time. He is a friend, a dear friend, without all the sass," she said, playing with her earlobe. They sat silent on the couch for a time, until finally, he spoke.
"You're quirky, Nesca. You're unpredictable, which is truthfully why I was surprised and happy that you obliged to my actions. You're not like all these other women throwing themselves at me every chance they get."
"It's probably because they can get your attention without trying," she said, looking away, exposing her insecurities.
"Don't do that!" He glanced at her, taken by her beauty, but aware of her frequent mood changes.
"Do what?" she asked uneasily.
He pulled her to him. "You keep talking like you aren't very sure of yourself. You can't let your insecurities take over your life. You certainly have enough confidence when someone says something you don't like, then you are shy at other times. It's sexy when you talk with poise. but I know all that poise is only a front."
"Excuse me! How would you know I'm insecure or anything about who I am, Mr. Know-it-all?
"You always get defensive. Look at the way your arms are crossed," he said, pointing
"What, no I don't. I, I, I'm not a microbe, so you can stop analyzing me, professor."
"What can I say, it's my job." He drew her back into his embrace. "I like the chase and you give me a hell of a run." He paused; she waited for him to continue.
"It takes a real man to cherish a body like yours," he said. "I may sound sometimes like I am only tryin' to get in your pants, but I only know I like you and want you to be mine."
Nesca tensed, hearing such words of affection from the lips of a man who knew so little about her. "Would my disorder get in the way of a relationship again?" she asked herself. 'Should I tell him? He is nice, handsome, and not a freak . What if it happens again? What if my problems get in the way again? No I'm good, I got this. I have nothing to worry about. I just need to make a few adjustments," she told herself.
"Don't leave me hanging here," Johnny said, pulling her head out the clouds "What do you say?"
"Of course, I would love to be your girlfriend, Mr. Johnny Giovanni." She leaned to kiss him.
As they kissed deeply she straddled his legs once more, rolling her hips to make Johnny groan "Don't fuck with my emotions. You gonna do this thing or not?"
"You're getting what you want, this time," she said, hanging on his neck. He wanted to rip her clothes off and start right then, but he waited, needed their lovemaking to last. Forever, if possible.
He lifted her and carried her into the bedroom. She wrapped her legs around his waist, continuing to kiss him. She tensed when her back touched the bed. He noticed her stiffness.
"Are you okay?" Johnny asked lying between her legs, running his hand softly up her thigh.
"Yeah, so let's get this over," she said.
"You're hesitating." He said simply. "If you don't want to do it, then we don't have to," he said, getting off her.
"No!" She said clinging to his muscular arms. Nesca sat up, wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, and kissed him. She took her shirt off and threw it. He went for her shorts and yanked them off.
He steadied himself to remove his shirt then his pants, but left his boxer briefs on. She smiled as she saw the immense bulge, thinking how much that huge piece of meat would stretch her. Her legs immediately clamped together.
"What did I say about keeping my work from me?" He voiced sensually. He forced her legs open, ripped off her panties with one sure hand and began to stroke his cock, using his other hand to roll a condom onto his huge dick.
Johnny's face descended then, his lips and tongue and teeth working from her navel to her mound and then her slit; she clamped her thighs around his head. He loved the feel of her thighs wrapped around his head, saw himself as a willing prisoner of her loins. He loved the taste of her sweet juices as he licked and sucked her, the hot female smell of her, the way her pussy bloomed for him, her thighs tensing around his head, made him so hard he had to stop. She whimpered at his withdrawal; he loved the desolate sound of it. He positioned his cock at her opening, looking down at her voluptuous, breasts restricted only by a simple black bra.
"Oh Nessie, let me take you there, " he said, kissing her lips, wrapping an arm around her waist to confine her, tossing his boxers carelessly to the floor and shoving his hot heavy cock into her wetness.
Nesca, so tight Johnny could barely push through, was struck by raw, pleasurable pain as he rammed harder. She scratched at his back, mewling like a cat in heat. Her earsplitting cries filled the room as he plunged deeper into her. Johnny looked in her eyes, held her gaze as he plunged deeper yet.
She felt the excruciating stretching and throbbing of her pussy, as he shoved in farther.
"Well, let's do this thing right." he said passionately, kissing her, removing her bra. Nesca kept her hold on Johnny as he pulled out his cock to gently rub its tip on her clit. She quivered, moaning. He clutched her waist, kissed her, and slammed into her again. Her screams shrank to moans as her pussy snugged his member. His slow movements left her wanting; she started her own rhythm.
"Eager aren't we?" he said, stopping. "Slow down, we have all night."
He kissed her passionately, slowly stroking into her now soaked pussy, increasing speed with each stroke, whispering little dirty things to her. She threw back her head, surrendering to the orgasm that came to sweep her away.
"Fuck me Johnny, Yes!" She shook violently, screaming his name over and over as the wave of another orgasm crashed over her.
He loved watching her come, quaking under him, screaming his name, looking beautiful without trying; she made him want to bust his load right then.
Johnny rolled over, pulled her atop him., "Ride me." He commanded, "ride my cock!"
