Free Johnny Loves Krissy by KyAnn Waters

unnecessary touching. No kisses, no caresses, and Johnny still gave her the best orgasm of her life with the perfect length, girth, and acumen to spiral her into oblivion. She was in trouble. He made her pulse race, and her skin tingle. Even now, when she should be sore and completely sated, she wanted him back— she wanted more.
    She went to the window and watched him leave. He took purposeful steps to his truck. The span of his shoulders and the tapering of his torso reminded her of how he looked braced above her. Hot and sexy and totally into her. So much for her brilliant idea of keeping their encounter without passion.
    The engine roared, and the truck pulled out of the parking lot. Releasing a deep sigh, she spun around. The couch now reminded her of the way she'd straddled his lap, careful to keep her hands on the couch backrest. However, her nipples had brushed against his incredible, bare chest. Had she not worn the tank top, Johnny would have had his mouth on her breasts. Moreover, she would've initiated it.
    Any other day he'd crash on her sofa. Tonight sleep would be impossible with him in the next room. She'd known Johnny practically her whole life and never considered it could be so intense between them. Men never took the upper hand during sex or any other time. She made her own rules and lived by them. After one night of sex with Johnny, her hope to keep their involvement simple melted away. Somehow, he got inside and now she found herself invested. Damn him for turning her on and being so good.
    Her heart pounded and her stomach flipped with just with the memory of the tenderness in his eyes. Not googly- eyes. She saw straight into his heart. How were they ever going to keep their encounters impersonal if she fell in love? Steeling her resolve, Krissy decided the solution would be simple enough. She just wouldn't.
    She went to her room and snuggled into bed. Her eyes closed and she sighed. Time felt as if she'd barely fallen asleep when she woke and squinted against the morning sun streaming through her bedroom blinds, feeling as if she hadn't rested at all.
    Johnny never crossed into her sanctuary last night, yet he invaded her bed, weaved himself into her dreams. Sitting up, she combed her hair with her fingers and focused on the alarm clock numbers. Nine thirty- seven! Twenty- three minutes to grab a shower, brush her teeth, and get ready for Johnny to come have non- committal sex with her. It would not be making love.
    Krissy scrambled down the hall and into the bathroom. After turning on the shower, she stuffed her toothbrush into her mouth and brushed her teeth while the water warmed. Oh hell! Staring at her reflection, she groaned. Mascara smudges had given her raccoon eyes. A pink pimple shined on her chin, such a lovely image for Johnny to focus on. Better than her eyes.
    Ugh. What was she doing thinking about whether Johnny found her attractive? For that matter, maybe she should stink. Anything to speed him up on the follow through because she couldn't take another two- hour romp and still obey the rules.
    Standing in the shower, inspiration struck. She had the perfect solution.
     
    Paying attention to the lecture was impossible. All Johnny's thoughts centered on Krissy and last night. Krissy with her jaw locked, gritting her teeth, trying hard not to come, but breaking apart anyway. He'd never before felt a surge of adrenaline as he did when her body convulsed around him. That he brought her pleasure increased his own.
    His cell phone vibrated in his pocket. Flipping open the phone, he read the text message, then accessed the photo attachment. Drew stood next to the hot tub at his condo with a couple of hot and wet girls wearing bikinis and wide smiles. Might sound appealing before last night, but now he had ten minutes left in class and a five minute drive until he had a hot, wet and willing woman of his own. Johnny returned the text message. Another time .
    If he bailed out of class a couple of