Page 6 of Surge of Storms

“Perfect for me, you idiot,” she says, leaning closer to me and rubbing her lips against mine.

Her scent washes over me, stronger than before, and I feel my dick jerk. She seems to know what I need, even if I don’t, and reaches down and grabs a hold of my dick, pressing me into her. The instant my tip is inside, my head starts spinning. She’s tight. Impossibly tight.Am I even going to fit?

“Nice and easy, Big Fella,” she whispers in my ear, and then begins to suck her way down my throat as she takes my erection slowly deeper.

“Fuck,” she whispers, then shifts around on top of me. “You’re huge.”

“Sorry,” I say again, willing my cock to get smaller, but I can’t tell if he does.

“Nothing to be sorry about, I love the feeling of you inside of me,” she moans.

Our gazes meet. “Granger, you have no idea what this means to me.”

Without a thought, I whisper, “You have no idea what this means to me.” And I mean it.

I place my hands on her hips, then pull them away, not sure what to touch. Not sure where she wants my hands. To my surprise, she grabs my hands and places them on her breasts, and I struggle to draw in a full breath as I touch her. As I touch Sam.

I’m touching Sam.

My fingers brush her nipples, and she arches. Fascinated, I rub her nipples with my thumbs and feel her pussy tightening around my cock. Internally, I swear, fighting my own desire, but then focus on playing with her breasts.

She comes down fully on my cock and moves up and down while my toes curl. “Do you like that?”

“Y-yes,” I stutter.

And I love you. And you’re my everything.

She holds eye contact and then lifts herself off of me before coming down on me once more. We both curse together, panting, and then she does it again and again. Each time it’s like I’m being pulled apart and put back together, only it feelsgood, every step of the way.

“Thrust into me, Granger,” she moans.

I drop my hands from her breasts and grab her hips. Thrusting up, I gasp as stars flash in front of my eyes. She whimpers softly, and I do it again, loving her sounds of pleasure. Loving that I’m the one to make her feel this way.

We start to work together. I don’t know how we know how to, but it feels natural. Right. She meets each of my thrusts with her own until we develop a rhythm.

It’s hard to control myself, to keep from exploding. But I’d already made a fool of myself once, I wasn’t going to do it again. I bite the inside of my cheek. I focus on math formulas, and I pound into her as she pants and moans my name.

Then she cries out, and I watch her as she arches her back and begins to ride me harder. Her muscles tighten around me in a vice-like grip, and I know she’s orgasming. I stop with the math formulas. I stop biting my cheek. I just watch her riding my cock while she orgasms, and then I’m coming too.

The feeling is like nothing I’ve felt in my life. It’s like lightning and thunder going off inside of me, like I’m some experiment about the limitations of human pleasure, and they’ve found the pinnacle of what that feels good in this very moment.

I keep watching her as I feel my cum coating her channel while she continues riding my cock. This moment can never be taken away from us.

And then she collapses on top of me, and I breathe in her scent. It’s all around me, mixed with my own. It makes me feel content, complete, and yet wanting more, all at the same time.

She kisses my neck again, her hand running down my chest. “That was amazing.”

“Was it?” I prod, feeling anxiety creep up. “You enjoyed it?”

“Couldn’t you tell?” she asks with a little laugh.

“I wasn’t sure how it’s supposed to go,” I confess.

She sits up, so we’re staring at each other. “What do you mean?” The question hangs between us. “You’ve had sex before, right?”

My face grows hot.How am I supposed to tell her?It’s embarrassing to be a virgin at this age. It’s embarrassing to be a man who doesn’t know what he’s doing in bed. But I can’t tell her that. She’d never look at me the same.

“Granger.” Her expression is serious now. “You should have told me. I would’ve… gone slower, been more gentle. I don’t know.”

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