Page 60 of Cloud Storm

She incites me.

She turns me on to the point that I don’t know if she realizes what she does to me.

She’s a mermaid and her song is powerful.

I’m bewitched.

Her thumbs circle the muscles of my neck, my shoulders, warm, firm and soft, until she reaches my back.

A groan echoes in my head, she stops, listening to me. And I still can’t open my eyes to look at her.

Fantasy is not enough, I want to see her here, with her mouth inches from mine, while her breath caresses me. I want to feel more than her fingers touching me, I crave her.

To make her mine.

I murmur her name, my mouth dry and my throat burning, I want her to hear it. I want her to know that her presence comforts me, I want her to know how much it means to me that she’s here taking care of me.

I relax, letting go, amazed and captivated by her care, overwhelmed by the sensations. My body is at her mercy, all of it. And I’m afraid my soul is too.

How can I resist her?

She caresses my head as if it were a puzzle that amazes her, almost reverently, massaging my temples, sliding her fingertips to my forehead, pressing on my eyebrows. Taking the pain away with the warmth of her touch.

I want to scream in disappointment when she begins moving away. No, don’t go, take me back to Eden.

Her hands are now busy on my chest, on my sides, over my racing heartbeat.

Shit, I wish I had the strength to shake off this misery and make her pay for this slow ordeal imposed on me.

To show her who the one with power is here.

Power to let her see how much I want her.

How much she turns me on.

What turns me on.

I’m like a can of soda after its been shaken up, about ready to explode.

Her fingers surround my belly button and I beg her to keep going down.

Yes, follow that line. Touch me, lead me to ecstasy.

That’s it, mermaid. Cast a spell on me.

Blindly I look for her lips, mired in a mist of desire and heaviness.

What the hell is happening to me?

Why is my body not responding?

She finally takes pity on me and takes my erection between her delicate fingers, stroking it from top to bottom. I arch searching for more, loving everything she’s doing to me.

I am a lucky bastard, this girl is wonderful. She continues and my body reacts, growing, hardening. Preparing to break into her.

Lord, I need it so bad.

I can feel her devilish smile while I live the fantasy of every man with warm blood running through his veins, and mine is hotter than lava. She takes me between her lips and desperate for ecstasy, I let myself go.

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