Page 67 of Cloud Storm

Yes, yes, I can be a good girl.

When I want to be one.

He places me on the mattress and when I look up at him, what I see reflected in his eyes silences me. It is reverence, it’s adoration.

“Lancelot,” I whisper. His warmth covers me as he puts his elbows on either side of my head, intertwining his fingers with mine.

The feeling of intimacy is overwhelming.

There is no one else, just him and me.

This is the best I’ve ever felt. Lancelot knows exactly what to do, and now that I lie with his body over mine, the world seems a different place.

It certainly is.

His hands sneak between us, seeking the waistband of my yoga pants. Yes, Lancelot, take them off. He attends to my silent order and soon, my pants are joining the pile of clothes left on the hardwood floor.

“Look at me, Ariel,” he says, although I haven’t taken my eyes off him, I can’t.

I nod as my underwear slides down my legs, his fingers soft against my thighs.

Time is running fast and at the same time so slow.

“I need you inside me,” I groan, elation has removed my filter.

“First, I’m going to make sure you’re ready.”

No. No. No. I was born ready. I want him now. Five minutes wait isn’t worth it. It’s too much.

“Lancelot,” I protest.

“Shhh, no more talking…” and that simple order silences all my groans.

His lips travel over my body, with the lightness of a feather. His expert fingers sneak between my legs, pressing, searching, invading.

I’m floating on the bedsheets beneath me, transformed on my way to heaven as he starts teasing me. The flame ignites, relentless, all consuming. Without shame, I open my legs wider, giving him all the space he needs to continue.

He kisses me and passion consumes us. A scream escapes from my throat, inevitable, a cloud of bliss surrounding us. When my hips rise off the bed seeking more, he grabs my butt to hold me in place while his tongue circles my clit, driving me crazy.

My body clenches and the world around me explodes. A thousand fireworks erupt, making me soar, it’s so intense I can’t describe it.

I’m flying high on bliss, gliding over the rainbow of colors he’s drawing with every lick.

He rises to look at me, his eyes are dark, turbulent, menacing. When his fingers release my heat, my body protests, feeling empty.

I’m melting here, all the walls I built around myself are now a puddle, the evidence on his wet fingers.

He lifts his fingers to his mouth and sucks them.

“Better than my fantasies.”

It’s so erotic, I can barely resist the temptation.

Taking his face in my hands, I kiss him, with everything I have, with everything I am.

He takes control again, but I have no time to say anything because he takes off his underwear and for the first time, I have before me Lancelot Hills in all his naked glory.

My mysterious knight.

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