Cant Wait Another Day || M.C.

Part 5

*Kinda Smut Warning. Sorry Not Sorry.*

Once we got upstairs Johnny threw me over his shoulder and onto the bed. I laughed as I readjusted myself into a more comfortable position. He was standing over the bed, quickly ripping his shirt off before crawling on top of me. He kissed me slowly, deeply at first, but when his lips attached to my neck and my hands tangled into his hair I knew this was about to get heated. He wrapped one of his arms under me, pulling me off the bed and closer to him as he continued to kiss me around my collarbones.

"Johnny," I whispered his name into his ear like I had a million times. His sucking on my skin got more intense for a moment until he attached his lips to mine once again. He was grinding his hips against mine and I raked my nails down his back, causing him to growl with pleasure. Quickly, I took control and pushed him over so that I could be on top this time. We continued our rocking motion while I ripped my own shirt over my head taking it off. I threw it across our extremely messy bedroom, causing Johnny to let out a light laugh before I quickly leaned back down to kiss his neck. I worked my magic on a spot just below his ear and his breath hitched.

I knew that move would get him to speed things up because as if he were some sort of professional, he had my bra unlatched with the twist of his fingers. I worked kisses up his jawline onto his lips where I took his bottom lip between my teeth and pulled on it gently before sitting up, again, taking off my bra completely and throwing it across the room.

Within seconds I was back to being the one lying on the mattress. Johnny was on top, which is no complaint to me. He's so skinny, I always feel like I'll break him if I'm on top. Not that I'm very heavy, he's just a twig.

He's perfectly leaving kisses all down my stomach, as he worked his way down to the button on my pants. I quickly help him take them off as I do the same to his extremely skinny jeans and here we are, admiring each other in just our underwear together.

One of my favorite views of Johnny is when he's hovering over me in our darkly lit bedroom. The way the streetlight shines in from the outside makes him look like a skinnier Statue of David. He's perfectly sculpted in all the right ways. At this point, his black hair is all messy and covering his right eye. He has little beads of sweat running down his forehead and the look in his eyes is all I need to know that he loves me and that I am wanted.

"I love you." I whisper, putting my hand out to run it down his bare torso. I stop right before the elastic of his boxers, stick one finger in and snap it back against him gently. It's our signal that we are ready to keep going. I've been doing that since I lost it to him at 17.

After that motion, I swear not even a second passed before his lips crashed to mine. He was grinding against me again, kissing me as if he would lose me any second. I kissed him back with the same amount of desperation.

That's what worked so well with our relationship. We never took each other for granted. From the day I met him, I always kind of expected him to walk out one day. He says he thinks the same thing. He'll tell me that he has never thought he deserved me. Yet, our relationship is strong. It's solid. We've been together so long that we know our routine, even if it's filled with spontaneity. We know each other's ins and outs. We don't let insecurities spoil things when we are together in front of people or alone on date night, but when we are together in bed. It's an entirely different story. Every emotion, every pain, every fear, every insecurity spills out. Every time.

Suddenly, Johnny removing my underwear with his teeth pulls me out of my train of thought. He looks up at me and gives me this, cocked eyebrow and I laugh at him a bit from his ridiculousness. He smiles back at me. Proud to see his little trick made me laugh. He crawls back up to the top of the bed to face me straight on.

"Glad to have you back on earth." He whispers as he brushes my hair back. He kisses me lighter than before and gives me a curious look.

"Just lost in the moment," I tell him. I give him a sly smile. "You're getting good at this."

"And here I thought you were bored." He laughs, kissing my neck again, working his way up to my earlobe where he bites on it gently.

"B-bored? M-me?" I try to keep my cool but I'm completely losing myself in the moment by now. The next thing I know, he thrusts inside me and I'm drowning in him. That familiar addictive feeling sends an electric shock throughout my body as if I'm finally getting my fix. I cling on to his shoulders for some sort of support but he's off in his own world as well. I half watch him as he's completely in his element, thrusting at a pace only we've managed to find and perfect throughout the years. How can one man be so beautiful? It astounds me as he picks up the pace and I roll my head back. I scream out as he's found the perfect spot.

"Johnny!" I scream, he gently grabs the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him as my entire body goes weak from the ecstasy of my climax. He follows soon after and collapses on top of me, not pulling out so he can feel me completely. His breathing is heavy, but he doesn't stop showering me with quick kisses. I laugh, despite how out of breath I am, and shove him off me gently. He rolls onto his side of the bed and looks up at me with that devilish smirk. I serve it right back to him as I get up to walk to the private bathroom attached to our room.

I come out seconds later in one of his larger t-shirts and a pair of boxers. He's standing there, staring out the window from our spectacular view of Chicago. I snake my arms around him, almost catching him off guard, but he's got super hearing I swear. He allows me to stay there for a moment, forehead pressed against his back, rocking us both from side to side. Only a few moments later he turns around, lifts my chin gently and presses a soft kiss to my lips. Seconds later he's sweeping me up off my feet, holding me in his arms bridal style. I laugh as he dances us around the room, singing softly.

"Have I ever told you? How good it feels to hold you? It isn't easy to explain. And though I'm really trying. I think I may start crying, my heart can't wait another day. When you kiss me I just gotta say, Baby, I love you." He whisper sings our song and continues to dance us around the room, but I interrupt him, as I know the chorus is coming.

"Oh no, I know what's coming." I laugh out loud as I lock my arms around his neck. At this point the dancing gets a little more crazy and he starting singing at the top of his lungs.

"BABY, I LOVE YOU! I LOVE ONLY YOU! I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOU! I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU! I CANT HELP IT IF I FEEL THIS WAY. OH I'M SO GLAD I FOUND YOU, I WANT MY ARMS AROUND YOU. Oh tell me that you feel the same..." By the end of the song, he has me lying down on the bed again. He lies down next to me and pulls me close to whisper in my ear. "I love you, Sheena Smith."

"I love you too, Johnny Dawson." I whisper, snuggling into him a bit.

"Goodnight."