Page 101 of Beautiful Storm

She opens her mouth to speak again, but I cut her off when I repeat my words. “Trust me,” I say, knowing that she already does. I just haven’t made things easy on her when it comes to that.

Amelia takes a deep breath before nodding and relaxing into the bed.

“Thank you. Now I need you to remove your panties for me.”

Her lips thin but she does as asked, lifting her ass off the bed before sliding her panties down and holding them in the air. “Do you want them or—”

“Nope, I’ve found another pair.”

With her eyes still closed, Amelia nods and releases the pair from her hands as she waits for me to continue. Her breath quickens, and I watch her chest rise and fall. While I’ve wanted more than anything for her to blindly trust me, it blows my mind to know that she is.

Sliding the panties onto her right ankle, I pull her leg to the side, before doing the same with her other leg, repositioning her so that she’s spread for me. Andfuuuck… a vision of me licking her beautiful pussy flashes across my mind, and I have to stop myself from reaching for my cock. What I wouldn’t give to taste her again.Just a little—

Amelia kicks her foot out of my hold, and the movement cuts into my thoughts. I’m about to argue until she repositions herself with her feet flat on the bed and drops her knees toward the mattress, opening herself up for me, putting her pussy on full display for what I wish was my own pleasure.

But other than the view, this is all for her.

With her bunched satin thong in my hand, I take a moment to enjoy her beauty as I move slowly onto the bed, positioning my face as close as I can without touching her. She’s dripping in anticipation, and it takes everything in my power not to give in and break her rules.

I bite back a groan before pulling myself together. This was my idea. I can do this. I want to do this. For her.

“Whatever you do,” I say, my eyes glued to her reaction, “do not touch yourself until I tell you to.”

“What? Um. Shit. Okay.” Her words are frantic but she nods and sucks in a breath, her fingers curling into the sheet beside her as she tries to relax, handing over complete power.

As I study her, I lightly blow on her clit and smile when her hips buck and her mouth drops open. She clenches again but instantly relaxes as if anticipating my desire to scold her.

“Good girl. I need your legs open if I’m going to make you come.”

“Oh God, Luke.”

“I know. It’s coming.”

I blow again and she squirms, but this time she stays open for me, letting me slowly brush the satin across her center, moving it up and down, back and forth, around, teasing, but never giving her enough until she’s a writhing mess in front of me.

After a minute of torment, she moves her hand to her stomach before pulling it away again and shaking her head. “Luke, I can’t. I need—”

“Don’t touch,” I scold, causing her to whimper as her head falls back and her ass lifts off the bed.

“God, Luke. This is…”

“What. What is it?”

“It’s too much but it’s not enough and I don’t know. God, I don’t know.”

“Is it good?”

“So good.” She moans before lifting her arm and biting down on the flesh of her shoulder, silencing her cries.

I remove the panties, but keep blowing on her clit until she’s frantically shaking. “I need to touch. Luke, please. I need…”

“Okay.”

“What?” She pants, pausing as her breath stops.

“Okay. You can touch yourself now.”

“Oh, thank God—”

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