Johnny Loves Krissy by KyAnn Waters Page B

no, she had rules and he didn't have a clue how to proceed.
    “I don't know how to start.” Normally he'd kiss a woman. Get her hot by pinching and sucking her nipples, then lay her on her back and spread her thighs wide. He loved pussy, the musky scent like the ocean at sunset, the tangy indescribable yet addicting taste, and the slippery intoxication of a woman coming against his tongue, wild and exotic. But there were other aspects about tonight that had adrenaline coursing through his veins. He never fucked without a condom. With Krissy, there would be no barrier between them.
    “We take off our pants and nothing else.” Helpless to stop her, he allowed her to pull him into the living room. “Maybe if we talk about your school or my job, we won't be focused on what we're doing.”
    Not a chance. Every nerve pulsed like a live electrical wire. He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled out his mouth. Her touch had heat pooling in his balls and blood surging into his shaft.
    “Meditation is good. Take yourself out of the moment,” she said.
    He opened his eyes. “Shut up, Krissy.” If she wanted him to get her pregnant, he'd better figure out how to stay in the mood. He needed a hard cock, which at the moment wasn't a problem. However, if she kept speaking, he'd humiliate himself with a soft, deflated dick.
    Johnny glanced around the room. “Exactly where are we doing this?”
    “Couch?”
    He shook his head. With the no touching rule, they'd be uncomfortable on the cramped couch. Johnny grabbed a couple of throw pillows and tossed them to the floor. His hands trembled. Christ, he was shaking. His heart pounded like a sledgehammer attempting to break through his ribcage. At this rate, he'd be lucky to maintain an erection. This wasn't sex. This was procreation.
    Mouth dry, he stumbled over the words. “Are you sure?”
    She answered by unsnapping her jeans and shimmying them past her hips. Next went her pink satin thong panties. His tongue swelled in his mouth. She had a narrow waist and hips that flared in a tantalizing curve to toned thighs. At the juncture of her legs, a blonde, neatly trimmed patch of hair covered her pussy like the soft fuzz of a peach. Light headed, and no longer able to think rational thoughts, he held his hand out to her.
    Krissy pulled on the snap of his jeans.
    “I don't think I can do this your way.” He swallowed the lump lodged in his throat. The rasp of his zipper echoed loud in his ear. He couldn't help himself. He grazed the side of her breast with his fingertips. His hand numbed. The sensation traveled up his arms while his body heated.
    “Try,” she whispered. Her touch was tentative at first. Then she reached into his pants, her fingertips feathering over his flesh. Head arched back, he hissed in pleasure as she circled his pulsing shaft, gently stroking the turgid length of his erection. Rolling her thumb over the swollen knob, she slicked the crown with the syrupy drops seeping from the slit.
    “This is touching,” he said, pushing his jeans over his hips. She released his cock, and he kicked them off. “Does this mean I can touch you?” He reached for her, but she shifted to the side.
    “We agreed no unnecessary touching.”
    He palmed her hip and brought her closer. Then he leaned into her neck. Without having to inhale, her fragrance filled his senses. Rocking his hips, he brought his center closer to hers. The heat of her sex radiated into his groin. His heart pounded, cock aching for the hot sheath of her pussy.
    “I think this is necessary, too.” He tunneled his fingers into her silky hair. His mouth brushed the tender skin of her neck, along her jaw, lingering over her fluttering pulse point. He wanted to taste, but he kept his mouth closed. Running his hands down her back, he pressed her full breasts into his chest. She trembled under his touch. His hands drifted lower and when he met the hot silken flesh of her heart- shaped ass, the