I gasped as I made my knees, exposed over him, and grabbed the headboard as his hands gripped my hips and he planted me on his mouth.

My head fell back and I ground into his face in a way that might have dawned on me was too much if his hands at my hips weren’t pulsing me into him.

He was tongue fucking me, sucking my clit, biting it and I was rolling into every move, breathless, riding his face like I’d ride his cock.

My hand moved to his at my hip, and like he’d done to me, I showed him the way, pushing it back, curling his fingers in until the tip of his middle found my anus.

He growled up my cunt and then I was off, on all fours beside him on the bed.

But only for half a second.

He pulled me back on his face but with me facing the other direction, a hand between my shoulder blades shoving me down.

His cock was still hard.

I gobbled it in my mouth.

He grunted up my pussy, yanked me down to his mouth and I felt a wet finger gently pressing up my ass.

I lost him with my mouth as my neck arched back, a cry escaped me before I forced out a breathy, “God, yes,” and when he started to slide his finger out, I went back to his cock and again sucked it deep.

He ate me rough, fucked my ass gentle and I sucked his cock hard, cupping his balls, squeezing, feeling his grunts just as I heard them, taking his thrusts when he started driving up into my mouth, grinding my pussy in his face.

I just had the presence of mind to wrap my hand warm around him when my entire body arched up and back, smothering his face with my cunt.

I moaned, loud and long and low as he shoved his finger up my ass and ate me through an overwhelming climax that shook me from head to toe, leaving me blinded to all but his mouth, gasping for breath, straining into him, lost.

I vaguely became aware his hand was again around mine on his cock and he was pumping and it was fortunate I vaguely became aware of that because I did just in time to watch him come again all over his belly.

The gushes were weakening, he was using both our hands to milk himself dry, and that was when I collapsed on him, my cheek to the junction of his thigh and hipbone, my hair falling everywhere, my face nuzzling his shaft and balls, a soft sound escaping my mouth when he tenderly pulled out of my ass.

Johnny shifted my hair off my cheek and kept running his fingers through it as he ran his lips along the inside of my thigh.

I trembled on top of him.

He sank his teeth into the inside of my thigh.

I jolted and then melted into him.

“Iz?”

I shifted just enough to nuzzle the area between cock and balls.

“Iz.” That sounded gruffer but also amused.

“Mm?”

More amused than gruff. “You goin’ to sleep?”

“Mm.”

“As much as I like your pretty pussy and the idea you can fall asleep with it in my face, you wanna roll off?”

It took effort but I rolled off.

He shifted me around so I was righted in bed and rolled on me.

I looked at his handsome, sated, amazing face.

He was smiling.

“Okay. Good to know that you can get hotter than jumping my junk in a barn,” he declared.

“I didn’t jump your junk,” I mumbled, physically incapable of offering more than a mumble.

“Baby, you hopped right up and nearly planted yourself on my dick.”

“Whatever,” I muttered, finding I had the energy to trail my fingertips up and down his back, so I did that.

His amusement didn’t flee but it got warmer and sweeter.

His voice was warmer and sweeter too, when he asked, “You wanna know what I like?”

“Can I guess?” I asked back.

“Shoot,” he offered, still smiling.

I expended the effort to lift my head to touch his mouth with mine and found it took it all out of me, so I let my head plop to the pillows and wrapped my arms around him.

“You like blowing for me.”

“Oh yeah, I like that,” he agreed.

“I liked it too,” I shared.

“I noticed,” he replied.

“Like . . . a lot,” I told him.

I felt him chuckle. “Yeah. I noticed.”

“A lot, a lot, alotalot,” I unnecessarily confirmed.

He smiled again. “You wanna know what else I like?”

“Me riding your face.”

His smile got bigger. “Yeah, baby. Definitely. When you totally lose it and become all sex kitten, it rocks my world.”

“Good,” I muttered.

“Iz,” he called.

“Yes?” I answered.

“You’re covered in my cum, baby,” he whispered.

“Hmm,” I hummed, deciding to expend more effort and I did this by lifting my head and running my nose along the side of his neck.

Then I let my head plop back.

His thumb started rolling circles on my temple.

“You haven’t guessed it, spätzchen,” he told me.

“Guessed what?”

“What I like.”

“I thought you liked blowing for me.”

“I do.”

“And me riding your face.”

His voice shook with laughter. “That too. But that’s not all.”

“You like my guac.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, and the way he did made my sex haze dissipate.

I looked into his eyes and I saw humor there, for sure, warmth and sweetness, definitely.

But something more.

No.

Everything more.

“What else do you like?” I asked quietly.

“You,” he said simply.

Me.

“Johnny,” I breathed.

His face disappeared in my neck and he said there, “The sex kitten you who nuzzles my dick after I blow for her twice, and I haven’t done that shit since maybe I was thirteen. And the working woman you. And the take-care-of-her-sister you. And the miss-her-mother you. And the thinking-Margot-is-sweet-instead-of-bossy-and-controlling you. And the love on your dogs, my dog, your cats, your horses and letting birds jump all over you you. The you in that blue dress yesterday and the you in the jeans I met you in and the you in that white dress at The Star and the you in my tee in the stables.”

His thumb was still drawing circles on my temple opposite where his face was in my neck so I turned my head and kissed his wrist.

He lifted his head and I turned mine back.

“I don’t mind changing diapers, baby,” he whispered.

“I’m glad,” I whispered back.

“I do mind my cum drying on you.”

“It’s okay,” I told him.

“It’s not.”

I gave him a squeeze. “I really don’t mind.”

“I do ’cause getting it off you gives me an excuse to wash it off in the shower.”

My eyes got bigger.

His eyes got hotter.

And then he was off me and I was being dragged across the bed to my feet whereupon I was promptly being tugged down the hall toward the shower.

I was brushing my teeth in the basin Johnny didn’t use in his bathroom, wearing his tee, no panties (I tried to put them on but Johnny was too close and he ripped them from my fingers, threw them in the middle of the bed and shook his head at me, saying, “Babe, would you get with the program? Your man likes easy access,” after which he’d sauntered off in nothing but a towel and disappeared in the bathroom).

We’d obviously had our shower.

After, and after I’d pulled his tee back on, when I’d joined him back in the bathroom and rooted through the bag I’d brought to get my toothbrush, I found out what “easy access” meant.