Page 64 of Rainstorm

Citrus and mystery.

My favorite flavors creating the perfect blend.

I couldn’t get enough.

“Why have I been naughty?” I asked, swirling my tongue over the little nub that drove her crazy.

“Because you’re not giving me what I want.” She squirmed restlessly.

“And what is it that you want, huh?” I slid my finger into her warmth, seeking the perfect angle, as her hips moved in response to the cadence of my onslaught.

My tongue.

My fingers.

Making her dance.

Teasing her mercilessly.

“Chase, please!” she begged desperately.

I’d got her right where I wanted. I wanted to open up her mind to being more adventurous, to entering unexplored territory, doing things that she’d never done with another man before.

Wetting my thumb with her warm honey while my tongue continued to distract her, I gently teased around her virginal tight little rosebud hole.

“Chase!” she squealed in shock, but it soon turned into a moan of pleasure as I stroked and teased her relentlessly.

“Are you going to let me take you here one day, to make you completely mine?”

My tongue worked at keeping the urgency growing inside her. Keeping her right on the edge, without letting her tip over.

Trapped between the webs of pleasure that I had woven for her.

She moaned again.

My fingers gained speed, as my tongue tormented her clit.

The avalanche was approaching, and as I slid my thumb into her, she exploded.

I quickly unleashed my cock from the confines of my jeans, desperate to join the show, having fantasized about this moment all day, since she’d left me alone in my bed very early that morning.

That was the worst part of our opposing schedules, waking up without her, thanks to the demands of her job, which made our weekends all the more special.

Entering her always felt like it was the first time. And somehow it was, always different and yet at the same time familiar and warming, like walking in known territory under a new sky, seeing the stars from a different angle every night.

My body desperately wanted to get carried away, but I forced myself to hold back, to make sure I had her trembling with pleasure as I teased her tight rosebud while I continued to work her clit, overwhelming her with intense pleasure.

Sublime, magical sensations only possible between two people who trusted each other completely.

“Come for me, my love,” I coaxed her.

Letting out a scream, she did just that, taking me with her as she surrendered herself to me completely.

Finally sated, still half dressed, our bodies still conjoined, we slid to the floor together, submerged in each other, not wanting to let go.

Happy.

Relaxed.

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