Justine grinned happily as she sat up on his midriff, gyrating her hips slowly, meaningfully, grinding against him, and feeling the response from his body.
“Ohhh, that…” murmured Johnny, “You one dirty-minded li’l girl, cherie! You lucky I like that kinda stuff too…”
Even as he spoke, his hands were sliding up the front of her sweatshirt, his thumbs brushing her nipples and drawing a soft murmuring groan from her as the sensitive little nubs perked-up at his touch.
“More, baby, please…” sighed Justine, and Johnny obliged, once more rubbing the pads of his thumbs over her nipples, and enjoying the long, shuddering breath she drew as he slowly worked her up.
Justine writhed gently as his big, gentle hands once more worked their magic, until finally she could take no more, tugging her top over her head and tossing it on the floor.
“Baby…” she murmured, and, taking his cue from her, Johnny sat upright, holding her as she arched her back to thrust out her stiff nipples invitingly.
Now Johnny was in his element: Justine’s nipples fascinated him, so pink and stiff, appealing and inviting, and he took his time just gazing at them, once more mesmerised by their perfection, until a soft but meaningful throat-clearing from her broke him out of his entranced reverie.
“Just starin’ at them does nothing for me, Johnny B…” she hinted, then gasped softly as he dragged his tongue lightly but firmly over one of the stiff, fleshy little pillars.
More sighs and gasps ensued as he kept it up, driving her further and higher. When he finally clamped his lips over one deliciously stiff and chewable little teat and sucked, her eyes snapped open as the colour rose in her face, and her hands cupped his face, holding him against her as his tongue lashed and teased her nipple.
“Oh God yes, more, keep going!” she gasped, wriggling sensuously on his lap, tormenting his burgeoning erection as she ground against him.
“Johnny, now, oh God, yes, now…” she murmured, raising up as Johnny hooked his fingers in the waistband of her sweats and pulled them down around her thighs so she could kick them off. With them went her panties, and now she was naked, her damp and dewy labia burning his pulsing erection with their moist heat.
“Fair’s fair, Johnny…” she murmured, and Johnny grinned as he arched his back, allowing her to yank his shorts off.
“Oh yes…” breathed Justine as his stiff cock swung upright, and when she took him in her small hand and squeezed as she fisted him, Johnny groaned out loud.
“You like that, Country Boy?” she teased, “How ’bout this, then?” as she slid her lips over the purpled dome of his thick penis, fisting him even as she sucked him.
Johnny shuddered in ecstasy, suppressing only by an effort of will the urge to ram himself into the hot succulence enveloping him, fighting to remain passive as she sucked and teased him with her talented mouth and nimble tongue.
Johnny knew he couldn’t take much of what she was doing to him, and suddenly pulled himself from her, instead rolling her onto her back even as she squeaked in surprise, a smile suddenly breaking out as she realised what he was about to do.
“My turn, li’l girl…” he grinned, clamping his lips around her erect nipple, and drawing a shuddering sigh from her.
“So good… so good…” she whispered, combing her fingers through his hair as he began kissing between her breasts, and on down her midriff. He smiled at her soft giggle when he poked his tongue into her navel, before continuing to lick and gently kiss her until he reached his target, the damp and fragrant folds of her juicy little pussy. He paused, grinning, to look into her eyes, at her raised eyebrow, then slowly licked her with the flat of his tongue, lapping her from the tight little knot of her anus to the solid little nub of her clitoris in its fleshy hood.
“Oooohhh…” murmured Justine, then again as he did it again, pressing his tongue firmly against her as he dragged it the length of her vulva, jangling her nerve-endings with the pressure of his tongue on her most sensitive parts. Justine shuddered with every soft stroke of his tongue, holding his face against her as the beginnings of orgasm uncoiled and trailed through her, lighting-up her nerve endings with delight at what he was doing to her.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, his tongue flicked and lashed across her clitoris, and she screamed as a gigantic wave of pleasure blasted through her, shutting off all sensation except the feel of her Johnny-Bear taking her higher and higher.
Johnny changed his approach, and as her muscles tensed with the first hot glow of orgasm, he pushed his tongue into her as hard as he could, and simultaneously slid one finger into her tight anus.
Justine whined through clenched teeth as a fresh thunderclap burst inside her at the doubled attack, her moans muffled for him by her thighs clamped around his head, and when he wriggled and hooked his finger inside her, that thunderclap burst inside her again, her fragrant juices slicking his lips and chin as she came like she never had before, filling his world with her own special, delicate fragrance.
Justine slumped back, her heart thudding fit to burst, aftershocks running through and through, until finally she became aware of Johnny kneeling between her splayed-open legs, his hands resting on his thighs as he smiled down at her. His thick, tense erection bobbed slightly with every beat of his heart, primed and ready for her.
“Somethin’ I can help you with, Country-Boy?” she husked as Johnny reared over her, her restless hands finding and fondling him, wondering, as she always did, at the steely hardness overlaid with warm, velvety smooth skin.
“Oh, I heard about this stuff! I think I know where this goes baby; you ready to find out?” she teased, then as always, the breath rushed from her as he slid into her, feeling, like it had every time they did this, like it was the first time as she stretched to accommodate his girth.
As Johnny slipped in and out of her, settling into his rhythm, Justine gasped and moaned as she moved against him; the feel of him inside her, the scent of his nearness, the warmth of his skin against hers, the smooth, masculine, muscular feel of him, all these took her higher and higher, reaching once more for that plateau. Stronger and faster became their frenzied coupling as they gorged themselves on each other, while Justine bathed in his adoring gaze, in his beautiful grey eyes boring into hers as he fucked her the way she wanted him to.
Johnny couldn’t hold out for long, not when it was his Justy he was making love to; she excited and aroused him in ways no other woman ever had, and as his excitement built, so he could feel her chiming along with him, in perfect sync with him, until, when it seemed he was overloading himself, Justine groaned as once again orgasm swept over and through her. As she tightened around him, Johnny lost it, his body tensing as the white fire swept through him, with his whole being centred on his release as he pumped what felt like gallons of spunk deep inside his woman.
Thick spurts of hot spunk pulsed from him, filling her with his seed as her own orgasm raged and fluttered through her, each thrust of his cock inside her awakening another wave of pleasure, until they were finally both sated and spent. Johnny slumped down over her, his cock rigid still, unwilling to leave the warmth of her body, while Justine clung to him, her racing heart in perfect counterpoint to his own.
Johnny finally recovered enough to realise where he was, and rolled to one side so as not to crush Justine, then onto his back, taking her with him, still joined as they were. They lay in warm, comfortable silence for a while, no words necessary between them, as Johnny slipped from her, while Justine sighed softly, more asleep than awake. If he had his way, she’d sleep there the rest of the day; she weighed virtually nothing, and he enjoyed immensely the feel of his woman lying on him, with his arms around her, holding her close and keeping her safe, and feeling her heart flutter against him.
Justine stirred and sleepily kissed him on the chest, before patting his chest lightly.
“Let me go, Johnny-Bear, got to go the bathroom, what’d you do inside me, you dirty, dirty man?” she teased, wriggling sensuously atop him even as his big hand clamped hold of her bottom.
“Why I let you go, boo’sha’, I likes this jest fine?” he drawled, jiggling her bottom and making her giggle.
“Lemme go clean up, five minutes, then you got me all day, Country Boy…” she promised, kissed him once more, and slid off the bed, to pad across the loft to the bathroom. Johnny watched her tight little ass-cheeks twinkle as she walked away from him, grinning when she looked back over her shoulder at him and flirted her bottom at him.
“What are you lookin’ at, Mister Big-Eyes?” she smiled, slapping her bottom and laughing as she skipped into the bathroom. When she’d finished her quick shower she headed back to bed, to find Johnny fast asleep, the long night and the morning’s exertions finally catching up with him. Justine smiled as she slipped into bed next to him; Johnny immediately rolled over and put his arm around her, spooning her in his sleep with a murmured “… Justy…” as his arm drew her closer.