Page 68 of Cloud Storm

He’s all force, perfection storming in a human body. And his dick… after all, it turns out he was hiding the anaconda in there.

His dick stands proudly between his legs and mine open in response to receive him.

“There’s no going back, Ariel, you’re mine.”

I want to tell him that I already am, that I always have been.

His body enters mine, hard, strong, relentless and for the first time, I feel that Eden exists.

I’m in paradise.

Heaven has come to me.

When his erection thrusts into my wet and warm pussy I forget everything, the sewer that is my past, my faults and everything I have had to do to survive. He isn’t just fucking me, he’s working a miracle.

I wish I could be someone else, someone with a different story, but this is who I am. And it scares me, a lot. Because I know that the moment he finds out about the real me, I’m going to lose him.

“Make me believe,” I beg, whispering, wanting him to forget that I am far from being his ideal woman.

He stays still, a serious look sweeping across his features as he takes my face in his hands, before answering: “Believe in me, Hummingbird. Trust me.”

I close my eyes, loving every single second of his body pumping inside mine. Begging that when the time comes, he doesn’t claim that it was madness, nothing more than the heat of passion.

His hips hammer faster, stronger. All thoughts dissolve, dispersing in a whirlwind, while a deep emotion takes us into a storm, emerging from all the anxieties we’ve had to endure this entire time. He squeezes me against his chest and kisses me, making me fly again.

Flying in his arms.

An almost agonized cry comes out of his throat as he collapses on me, and suddenly I remember how sick he’s been, how reckless we’re being.

With his body still inside mine, he rolls on his side, taking me with him, lying me across his warm chest.

“You don’t know how many times I wanted her to be you.”

The same as me, surely.

“What are we going to do now, Lancelot?”

“I think I’m going to have to find a way to keep you tied to this bed, because something tells me you’re ready to run.”

If he only knew…

“There is another woman in your life. I’ve seen the wind chimes you were making, I bet they’re for her, if that’s not eno…”

“You saw them, eh?” he replies, poking my side, making me squirm because I’m ticklish.

“Let me go… Suit!” I’m not sure what I’m asking, but I hate being tickled.

“There is no other woman, Ariel,” he says, trapping me with his strong body. Nope, I’m not going anywhere. “It’s always been you.” He kisses me between his words as if he’s making a big statement. “That was, is, a surprise for you. Clearly I haven’t had the chance to finish it, but that’s for you.”

Relief invades me, but that’s not the only issue we need to fix here.

“Until a few hours ago, I hated you for leaving me standing in that fancy restaurant you chose. Why didn’t you send me a message? Being stood up by you was the most un-gentlemanly thing you could do.”

Well, that and the scene in his office at the bank, but I don’t want to go there.

He laughs and I love the way his chest vibrates.

“I never meant to. The idea was to just take a short nap, then finish the gift I was making for you. My plan was to have a quiet night at home to get well enough to meet you. On Thursday, I left the bank early because I didn’t feel well, so I came home to rest for a while. I fell onto the bed, and that was the last thing I remember until today.”

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