Page 10 of Candygrams

We eat breakfast, something I don't normally do when I'm on my own, before leaving for the store. Talking to Aunt Mini is even better today now that I am at myself a little more. She's hilarious and I love listening to her and Storm banter back and forth. She told me about Storm's mother dying when he was young and her having to raise a little boy on her own. And about how he came to be with her when she had cancer to take care of her. I almost hated leaving but she promised to come into the bakery once we opened and spend more time with me.

We pull in the front of the shop instead of around back like I usually do and somehow, I talk Storm into letting me walk on my own two feet.

"I'm sure the girls will be here soon."

"Do they know what happened yesterday?" I shake my head. I didn't really want to leave a message, so I just decided to wait.

"I just meant that you didn't have to stay with me and babysit me."

He paces towards me. "I thought I told you I wasn't leaving you."

I just thought he meant until the others came and someone else could take care of me. He leads me to the back where a big new bowl is sitting on the island. "What is this?"

"It's a replacement for the one that broke." It is such a simple statement but the act is anything but simple.

"I... can't take this. That bowl wasn't cheap. I can't accept something like this. It's too much."

He turns me around so that I am looking at him and lifts me up so that I am sitting on the cold metal. "You can and you will. You need it and I want to give it to you."

I'm a little confused if we are still talking about the bowl or something else especially when he moves closer and takes my face in his hands. He slowly lowers his lips onto mine before whispering against them, "I want to give you what you need always, Candy."

Yeah, we are not talking about just the bowl. He gently lays me back on the cool steel and starts kissing down my still-covered chest. He lifts my shirt and nuzzles into my belly. His kisses have made it hard to fight my growing attraction to him. Damn it, why do I have to find him so fucking hot? Why do his kisses have to make my belly jump and my legs turn to jelly?

Then he goes lower pulling at the waist of my jeans until the button pops loose. "Let me eat you?"

What?! His words take me by surprise. Is he really asking me if he can...? His next words leave little doubt about what he is asking me for.

"Let me have a taste of this candy pussy you have here." He plays with my zipper but doesn't push for anything. He's waiting for me to say yes or no. His eyes pin me down and I can't look away. "Just a small taste. One little lick."

I feel my lips forming words before I can stop myself, "Okay."

What the hell? What am I thinking? I'm...curious. He’s a really good kisser and, well, he...wants to kiss me down there. I've never let anyone do that before. Hell, I've never been naked in front of anyone before. He's already shown me so many things. Storm has a lot of my firsts and he's asking for one more.

He has my jeans pulled down and my legs pushed up and back so fast there is no time for me to change my mind. I know I could change it. He isn't like some guys who are going to bitch at me for doing that. At least I don't think he is. I don't really know him. What the hell am I doing when I don't even know him? I should probably stop right now and reevaluate what is going on. I shouldn't do something like this just because of a couple of kisses - no matter how good those kisses were.

I tense up with the intention of pushing him away but he's already dipping his head down and running his nose along the line of my lower lips. The puff of air against my bare, wet skin makes me gasp out loud and try to scoot back. Storm's big hands come down to hold me still as he runs his nose everywhere. Holy shit! He's not just smelling me; he's savoring it like some men do with cigars or wine.

"Fuck me, baby. This is going to be so good."

He mumbles the words close to my mound, they rumble out and up the center of me. His tongue comes out and licks me, just the outside for now. Then without warning, he's on me. It's like once he got a taste it drove him into a frenzy. He uses his tongue to lick up the middle and then spreads me wider using his two thumbs.

I've lost all control; all I can do is moan and take what he gives me. He pulls back long enough to look up into my eyes, "Fuck yes, baby. I knew this pussy would taste like powdered sugar and honey, but I never thought it would be this good."

He goes back to licking and sucking. I gasp out again, shocked that someone is saying something like this - and that it is turning me on badly.

"My ass is going to be addicted to this tight little cunt - going to be on it morning, noon, and night." He goes back to eating the fuck out of my pussy, licking, sucking, and nibbling.

The sensations are so new that I can already feel myself growing damper, tenser, closer to the edge of an orgasm.

"Oh God! Oh my God! S...Storm!" I can tell I am nearly screaming but I can't stop myself. "I'm...I'm about to cum!"

This is so much bigger than this morning. I'm not sure why but it is. I can tell it's getting bigger and bigger the longer he eats at me.

"Make this sweet cherry pussy pop for me, baby - for the person who owns it."

His words send me over as my back arches off the once-cold steel now heated by my body. My thighs are shaking and the orgasm I fall into is breath-stealing and all-consuming. I would shout out, but it has taken all the air, all the breath, from my body. I give Storm everything, shaking around his face and convulsing on his tongue.

He comes up my body swiftly and latches onto my lips sharing with me the 'honey' he was talking about. I can taste myself on his tongue and lips. It's naughty and should be a turn-off to me but is the complete opposite. It turns me on to realize I have marked this man as my own. That I have given him something he craved.

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