Intertwining your fingers, you wandered between the dense flowers of the garden.

A loving expression made his face beam while Johnny couldn't stop looking at you. There was that sparkle in his eyes. Pride mingled with disbelief that you were really his now.

Over and over again, he paused to slide a hand down your neck and kiss you. It tasted different every time. Sometimes like love, sometimes like desire and then like something completely new.

It was strange how quickly it happened, but you found your body nestling against him just like that, seeking his warmth.

Your hands lifted to touch his chest. He felt surprisingly firm under your palms.

Although you had done something more intimate before, it was still completely different. It felt like he was completely new and undiscovered now.

Your fingertips were tingling. You wanted to feel his skin on yours, bury your face in the crook of his neck and remember forever what it felt like to be as close as two people could be.

The gentle kisses quickly turned into more. Hungrily, Johnny tilted his head, his hands holding you lovingly but firmly where he wanted it.

Then there was the tip of his tongue, stroking your lips. The taste of something sweet and yet lovely spread through your mouth as you allowed him to enter.

You couldn't help but hum slightly into his mouth as your tongues met. The surface was rough, rougher than you remembered.

The kissing turned into making out and suddenly you found your back pressed against a wall of white manor.

You sucked in a sharp breath as his hands grabbed your wrists and pinned them over your head. Now you were forced to press your chest into his.

The wet feeling of warm saliva dripped down the corners of your mouth.

Johnny was tall and by no means slight. You weren't tiny yourself, but compared to him you could feel how much strength was hidden in that well-built body.

You wanted to free yourself from his grip. Your mind was going round in circles and yet you knew you wanted to get rid of his shirt. The thought of his bare, pale skin in the moonlight made you tremble with excitement beneath him.

A smirk pressed against your lips. You didn't allow him to feel victorious. To teach him a lesson, you bent your knee and pressed it between his legs with light, teasing pressure.

Johnny had to suck in a sharp breath. A growl made his throat quiver.

Eyes tightly closed to savour every second, he pressed his hips even closer to you. You could feel how warm he was. As if a fire was burning on his body.

The grip on your wrists loosened and his fingers began to gently caress your (S/C) skin. It felt a little like he was apologising for grabbing you so roughly.

Cold stone nestled into the curve of your back.

It was only when the lack of air was burning in both your lungs that Johnny pulled back, albeit reluctantly. His chest rose and fell in heavy intervals. A slightly hazy flush could be seen on his cheeks.

Your hands clasped around his neck.

You wanted more. So much more. If it had been possible, all of him.

A slightly glossy sheen wetted his lips as he moistened them with his tongue.

Suddenly a wave of shame chased through your body. Embarrassed, you turned your head to the side to escape his gaze.

It was strange how dark the usually warm brown of his eyes could become. There was this shadow on his face, this desire that drove him to grab your chin and force you to look at him.

Something chased through your body. This time it felt like lightning. And it crawled all the way down between your legs.

Something twitched.

His breath trembled as it left his lips.

"No matter how much time you need.", he whispers against your lips as he stole another kiss.

With a shake of your head, you rolled your eyes and grabbed the collar of your shirt to feel him against your body again.

"I'm not a virgin, Johnny.", you purred, planting a series of kisses on his neck.

His breath immediately began to tremble. Fingers clawed into your ass. Then he pressed so hard against you that you had to spread your legs.

Without a second thought, he slipped closer to your centre. You gasped in surprise. He wasn't completely hard yet, but there was something bulging very clearly in his trousers.

So much so that you could feel how it made him uncomfortable. Like a needy dog, he pressed himself so close to you until you two were almost smothering each other and you could feel him twitching against your sensitive parts.

Your fingers buried themselves in the short brown hair at the back of his head. His whole body was suddenly so hot.

"It must have been a long time since the last time.", you whispered with a smirk against his lips. "Not since the divorce?"

He growled impatiently. His face pressed into the crook of your neck. Warm breath tickled your sensitive skin.

"I'm Johnny motherfucking Cage.", he growled, the vibration of his voice seeping into your flesh.

"And I can feel how frustrated you are.", demonstratively you reached m between his legs to grab him rightly.

He immediately pressed himself into the palm of your hand. A groan escaped him.

Perhaps your plan to tease him hadn't been fully developed, because instead of teasing him further, you were shocked to realise how big he was. Johnny more than fit in the palm of your hand.

He was even slightly bigger, with a width you could only guess. He was already hard, almost fully erect. And as your touch seeped through the layers of fabric, his cock even twitched in response.

You had slept with someone before, as a teenager with a boy one of the maids had often brought to work. The whole experience had been pretty underwhelming and you'd fantasised about what it would have been like if he'd had more.

But Johnny?

He wasn't anymore. He had the whole package.

Your eyes darted around the garden in search of an answer. But the answer was right behind you.

It was a building built like a pavilion. The doors were open and purple curtains danced in the wind.

"Show me who Johnathan Carlton is.", you breathed against his lips and slipped away.