Page 77 of Cloud Storm

He throws me on the bed, and I want him, I want him right now. When he moves away to finish undressing, I lie there watching him, enjoying the view of his erect cock rising proudly. Lying still is no longer an option, I have to touch him there, and it’s velvet and burning steel, growing under my touch, his chest rising and falling, shivering with pleasure.

“Enough,” he says, taking me by the shoulders.

I fall back on the comforter, my arms outstretched above me. I want his warmth sheltering me, marking me as his.

I want us to dance the exotic dance that’s only possible when his skin brushes against mine.

There’s no going back, we have long since passed the point of no return, his kisses overwhelm and ignite me. His mouth alone gets me wet, heats me up.

“Are you ready, Ariel?” he asks as his fingers meet my entrance, pushing inside me.

“Show me what you’re capable of, Lancelot.”

He laughs and kisses me just before saying, “Tonight I’ll show you what I’m capable of. Hard and often.”

Ariel is out.

My brain has melted.

I abandon myself in him, letting myself be drugged by the immense satisfaction of letting him take care of me, take control, be my guide. He’s my happy place.

He pushes open my thighs, urging me to wrap my legs around his slim hips. I do what he insists, gladly, a moan of pleasure escaping my lips.

Fascinated, I watch his body go up and down. The way he makes love enchants me, he’s all man, all perfection and I, well I am a girl who loves dreaming big.

Here and now, on these sheets, anything is possible.

“Don’t stop,” I shout, a plea more than an order.

I’m so close. He doesn’t stop, he goes faster, deeper.

Yes, yes, yes!

A shout of rapture leaves my throat and his voice, torn by pleasure, follows. I feel like I’ve just reached the top of the Himalayas, but far from conquering the mountain, it has conquered me.

And it is wonderful.

Lancelot drops his head on my wet breasts, crushing me with his body. I love this, I love being here with him.

With him I can stop running, I can stop searching, I can stop dreaming and start living.

“What are we doing here, Lance? What are we?” I ask, assuming he’ll be taken by surprise. To be honest the question just slipped out, even catching me off guard.

“We have to talk,” he replies.

“The time has come, right?”

“Yes, the time has come.”

Damn it, maybe I was wrong about no longer running, waiting and all that. Because right now I want to hide under my bed to wait for the end of the world to come.

From: Arthur

To: California Girl

Date: October 10, 2019 07:25

Subject: You

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