Pulling me to himself, he kissed me again until I couldn’t breathe. My hands combed wildly over his neck as he kissed me, my tongue stroking an erotic rhythm over his.

He pulled away, casting a lingering gaze over my body, his expression conveying an undeniable desire for all of me.

Unable to resist another second, he skimmed a hand beneath my top. The moment I felt his hands on my breast, a soft breath hissed between my teeth. I pulled off my blouse to give his fingers more space to explore.

Leaning in, he kissed me there, on the top of that plump rise. He licked me with so much passion, and I shivered, a raw moan bubbling up from my throat while he went after the tight crest of my nipple. Finding it, he suckled hard, drawing me so deep into his mouth that I forgot about everything but him.

Releasing me for a moment, he edged back to admire his work: The tousled hair, the plump lips, and the taut nipple. In a blink, his pants and boxers were on the floor. I couldn’t help but smile appreciatively. He looked so good everywhere.

He moved close to me, pulled my pants down, and kissed his way down my body. He lavished my thighs with kisses, nips, and teasing licks. He listened to my breathing grow deeper, then faster, then to frustrated gasps.

My legs shifted apart as he reached the apex of my thighs. The slick sweetness of him almost sent me over the edge. The need to have him was riding me hard now, noticing that he captured my wrist and pulled me back, then with a thrust of his hips, he sought the place where I have always wanted him to be. Inside me.

I had always imagined sex with him, but my imaginings were nothing close to the reality of Johnson. I loved the fact that he knew what to do at the right time. He was uniquely different; I could feel that in the way he touched and kissed me.

Arching my hips, I took all of him. I couldn’t tell if it was graceful or smooth, but it felt so damn good. I could tell from his expression that he liked the way it felt, too.

His thrusts grew harder. Deeper. Faster. The power of it rushed me in waves, and I had no choice but to let it take me. I flew apart with a cry, my legs shaking and my body rocking with hard spasms.

He came before my release stopped, so our moans mingled at one point, each at the mercy of something lush and wild.

I clung to Johnson’s shoulders to steady myself in the long, silent moment afterwards. My mind cleared slowly as rational thoughts returned.

I thought about how the rash and reckless thing I had done with Johnson could come back and bite him. I could lose in the end, and Johnson might not be able to fight for our love. I wondered about how he was going to go against his family’s decision as he promised and why he was deciding to go against his family now for my sake when he could have done so before getting to the stage of marriage. At that point, I realised that I hadn’t been thinking, and I had allowed my emotions to get the better part of me.

Now, I just had to hope that everything turned out right. I thought about how Grace would feel if she found out about what happened between Johnson and me. Even though I knew there would be consequences for my actions, I wasn’t sure of what they would be. I wondered if everything would return to normal if we treated what happened between us as a reckless mistake that must not happen again. Regardless, I was glad my Valentine’s Day ended unexpectedly, leaving an indelible mark that I knew I wouldn’t forget for a long time. The sweetness of the day surpassed any expectations, and I found myself wishing every day could be as unexpectedly sweet as today. Surprisingly, despite the gravity of how much the consequences of my actions taunted me, I already wanted him again.