The kiss deepened—slowly at first, then with a sudden urgency neither of them had planned.
Eve shifted closer, almost climbing into his space without realizing it, her fingers quickly slided from his cheeks to the back of his neck. Johnny felt her pull him forward, felt her press against him on a way that made his head spin. His hands, hesitant at first, found her waist, he could feel her slender waist now, it was warm, tense, and trembling just like he was.
When she parted her lips slightly, inviting him in, Johnny felt something inside him break wide open. The kiss quickly turned hungry—it was no longer careful, they weren't testing anymore.
He felt how her breath hitched against his mouth. He held her tighter, and Eve responded instantly, her hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt as if afraid he might step back.
They kissed again. And again. And again—each one deeper, slower, and more desperate than the last.
Eve pulled him with her as she took a few steps backward, never breaking the kiss, never loosening her grip. Johnny followed without thinking, guided by her touch, her warmth, the way she sighed softly into his mouth every time he moved closer.
They bumped into a wall—Eve's back hit it with a soft thud—but she just laughed breathlessly against his lips and pulled him in harder, her fingers slipping under the collar of his shirt, touching his bare skin.
Johnny's pulse exploded.
Her touch was light but electrifying, tracing up the back of his neck, making him shiver. He pressed his forehead to hers for a second, gasping for air.
"Eve…" he whispered, his voice shaking.
Her eyes met his—flushed, bright, wanting in a way he had never seen before.
"Johnny," she whispered back, tugging him closer until their bodies pressed together, "I don't want you to stop."
He swallowed hard, his breath unsteady as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, letting his fingers linger along her jaw.
"I'm not sure I can," he admitted, barely above a whisper.
Eve's lips parted just slightly, and she tugged him into another kiss.
They stayed like that for what felt like forever, their breaths mixing, their hands exploring in careful, reverent touches. Johnny's lips trailed to her jaw, then her throat—by leaving soft, feather-light kisses that made Eve's breath catch and her fingers tighten on his shoulders.
Her voice trembled. "Johnny… maybe we should… go upstairs."
He froze—not because he didn't want to, but because the weight of the moment hit him all at once. Eve looked at him, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling fast, waiting for his reaction.
She tugged gently at the upper part of his suit again, eyes full of trust and something deeper.
"We don't have to rush," she whispered. "But I want you with me. Tonight."
Johnny's heart hammered harder than it ever had in any fight.
He took her hands in his, squeezing them gently, his forehead was resting lightly against hers.
And then—slowly, carefully—he nodded.
Eve smiled softly, stepped away from the wall, and intertwined her fingers with his.
"Come on," she murmured, guiding him toward the stairs.
They climbed the first step.
Eve had barely taken a single step before Johnny gently caught her wrist.
She turned back to him, breath still unsteady, and her eyes glowing with something warm and daring. Johnny didn't say anything—he simply leaned down, slid an arm behind her knees and another around her back, and lifted her effortlessly from the floor.
"Johnny—!" she gasped, half surprised, half breathless.
Her arms flew around his shoulders out of reflex—but then she let herself settle into him, her face inches from his, her heartbeat pressed against his chest.
A small, shaky smile tugged at her lips.
"You didn't have to carry me…"
He grinned softly. "I wanted to."
Eve looked at him for a long second—really looked at him—and then she tightened her hold on him, slowly, tentatively wrapping her legs around his waist.
The movement pulled him even closer, and Johnny nearly forgot how to breathe.
Her hands slid to the back of his neck, fingers threading into his hair as she pulled him into another kiss—deep, slow, and full of everything neither of them had dared to say until tonight.
Johnny held her firmly, supporting her weight with ease as they kissed, the warmth of her body pressed tightly against his. Eve's lips moved against his with a growing urgency, her legs tightening around him every time he shifted his grip.
He walked forward, carrying her through the hallway, their lips rarely breaking apart. When they did, it was only for a second—just long enough for Eve to whisper his name in a trembling voice before pulling him back into another breath-stealing kiss.
By the time they reached her bedroom door, Johnny's heartbeat was a roar in his ears.
Eve leaned back slightly in his arms, her eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, breathing fast.
Her voice was now barely a whisper.
"Johnny… take me inside."
He swallowed hard, nodding once.
Still holding her, he pushed the door open with his foot.
Eve kissed him again—slower now, almost trembling—as he carried her gently across the threshold.
And the door closed behind them.
Inside the room, he didn't set her down on the floor. Instead, he walked to the edge of the bed and lowered her onto it, his body following hers down until their weight settled into the soft mattress. The kiss broke for a moment as they adjusted, with their foreheads pressed together, their ragged breaths the only sound in the moonlit room.
Johnny's hands moved from her back to the hem of her hoodie, his fingers were now brushing the warm skin of her stomach. He hesitated for a fraction of a second, so he looked into her eyes for permission.
Eve answered by arching her back slightly, a silent, eager invitation.
So he quickly lifted the hoodie over her head, his knuckles grazing her ribs, and tossed it aside. His breath caught at the sight of her—the gentle curve of her waist, the soft lace of her bra, the way the moonlight painted her skin in silver and shadow.
However, Eve's hands weren't idle.
Her fingers fumbled with the hem of his suit, her movements were clumsy with impatience.
She managed to disarm his belt, then the rest, her palms flattened against his chest as she pushed the fabric away. The feel of his warm, firm skin under her hands made a soft sigh escape her lips. She traced the lines of his muscles, her touch was both curious and possessive.
Johnny leaned down, his lips finding hers again as his hands explored the newly exposed skin of her back.
He unhooked her bra with a flick of his fingers, and she helped him slide it off, tossing it to join their other clothes on the floor. The feeling of her bare chest against his sent a jolt through him, a raw, electric current that made him kiss her harder and deeper.
Her hands slid down his sides, as her fingers hooked into the waistband of his trousers. She tugged gently, a clear, unspoken question. He lifted his hips slightly, allowing her to undo his pants part of his suit. Together, they worked the remaining fabric from their bodies, a tangle of limbs and soft rustling sounds until there was nothing left between them.
They paused then, lying skin to skin.
Johnny propped himself up on an elbow, his gaze sweeping over her face, her body, as if trying to memorize every detail. He saw not just desire, but a deep, unwavering trust that made his chest ache.
"Eve," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
She reached up, her hand cupping his cheek. "I'm right here," she whispered back, pulling him down for another kiss.
This one was different. It was slower, more deliberate, a kiss that promised everything. There was no more hesitation, no more testing the waters. It was a surrender, a complete and total giving of themselves to one another.
Their hands roamed freely, learning the map of each other's bodies, their touches growing bolder with every passing second. The world outside the room ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them, tangled together in the moonlight, lost in a kiss that finally said everything their hearts had been holding back.
His lips left hers, beginning a slow descent towards the rest of her body.
He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the hollow of her throat, feeling her pulse hammering against his lips, a frantic rhythm that mirrored his own.
Eve's head tilted back, a soft sigh escaping her as her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her.
He moved lower, his mouth tracing a warm path along her collarbone, as his breath ghosted over her skin.
He paused at the swell of her breast, his gaze lifting to meet hers for a heartbeat. Her usually shiny green eyes were different, they were wide with anticipation, and the trust he saw there nearly undid him.
He lowered his head, his lips closing gently over one peaked nipple.
A sharp gasp tore from Eve's throat, her back arching off the bed.
The sensation was a jolt of pure, white-hot pleasure that shot straight through her.
Johnny's tongue circled the sensitive bud, teasing and tasting before he gave the same attention to its twin, lavishing it with the same slow, reverent worship.
Her hands tightened in his hair, her body trembling under the exquisite torture of his mouth.
He continued his journey downward, his lips brushing over the soft plane of her stomach.
He could feel the muscles quivering beneath his touch, the way her breath hitched with every kiss he placed on her warm skin.
He paused to dip his tongue into her navel, a playful gesture that made her laugh breathlessly, a sound that was quickly replaced by a soft moan as he kept moving.
He settled himself between her legs, his hands gently stroking the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He could feel the tension coiled in her muscles, a mixture of nerves and desperate need.
So he looked up at her one last time, his eyes asking the question his lips couldn't. Eve's answer was a whispered "yes," her legs falling open in a gesture of complete surrender.
Johnny lowered his head, his breath warm against her most intimate flesh. He placed a single, soft kiss on her core. Then, his tongue darted out, tracing a slow, deliberate circle around her clit.
Eve cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily.
The pleasure was sharp, overwhelming, a thousand times more intense than anything she had ever imagined.
Johnny's hands held her hips firmly, grounding her as he began to explore her with a newfound confidence. He tasted her, his tongue moving in slow, languid strokes that built a fire deep within her.
He learned her body, listening to the sounds she made, feeling the way she responded to every flick and every swirl of his tongue.
He focused on the sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking it gently into his mouth, and Eve's world shattered. A wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful crashed over her, and she shattered around him, her body convulsing as a choked cry of his name filled the room.
He didn't stop, riding her through the storm, his tongue gentling as she slowly came back down, her body was now limp and trembling beneath him.
When he finally lifted his head, his face was glistening, his blue eyes were full with a satisfaction that was both tender and primal.
So he moved back up her body, covering her with his own, and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips.
Eve wrapped her arms around him, pulling him as close as she could, her heart still racing, her body humming with the aftershocks of her release. She was completely and utterly his.
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