Page 61 of Chasing Storm
My mind races with a million thoughts, and my heart races with a million feelings. I want to allow this moment to last forever, and yet, I’m already eager to experience him all over again. I want to be the one who drives us this time, to take control, to explore the physicality of our pleasure with an even closer connection.
I gently reach for his hand and intertwine our fingers, his skin warm against my own. I relish the feeling of our bodies being so close, so intimate.
“I want to ride you,” I whisper, surprising him, my lips brushing against his skin.
He growls his response, tightening his grip on me and pulling me closer. His scent and warmth spread throughout my entire body. “I only had one condom,” he rasps.
Shaking my head, I slowly shift and roll onto him, straddling him. His beautiful blue eyes sparkle in the moonlight, capturing my gaze and holding it with a passionate intensity. I move closer, my lips finding his with a tenderness and desire that is flooding me as I feel his cock stirring underneath me.
He kisses me back with the same intensity and passion. Our tongues duel with each other, weaving a passionate course that seems to last forever. My desire for him deepens with every kiss, every caress. My heart races in anticipation as I mould my body with his, my hands moving up and down his body, discovering places and sensations new to me.
His hands are everywhere, trailing over my body with a gentle touch that is both arousing and comforting.
I reach for his bare, engorged cock, a soft moan escaping my lips. I tease myself with the tip, rotating it over my slippery clit. He groans with frustration, needing to be inside me. He lifts his hips, trying to control the rhythm, but this is my turn. Edging myself with his cock, I eventually guide him inside me. I sink onto him with a low moan, which turns into a soft purr as he fills me up, stretching me wide. He is a good size and seems to fit inside me like he was made for me.
“Fuck, yes,” I murmur as I melt into him, my body and soul now one with his.”This is so right, so perfect.”
“Storm,” he growls, grabbing my hips as I ride him slowly. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I steady myself with my hands on his rock-hard chest, arching my back as the pleasure courses through me, sending wave after wave of ecstasy straight to my pussy. I climax quickly, drenching his cock with my cum. He inhales deeply, a low rumble rising out of his chest as he lifts me up slightly and holds me in place so he can thrust deep into me as I ride the thrill of my orgasm intensely. I have never felt this way with anyone before and that tells me all I need to know about JP Montgomery. For all his past baggage, I know he was always meant to be mine.
He doesn’t last much longer.
JP thrusts high and then grunts loudly, releasing a stream of cum into me that floods back out of my pussy to drip down my inner thighs.
I didn’t have to think too hard about him wearing a condom. I accept that he has always been safe, and so have I. But this is different. I needed to feel him inside me bareback. I wanted to feel every millimetre of him. I know he’s thinking the same, panting through his climax.
“I’ve never felt this way before,” he says cautiously, almost as if he speaks too loudly, the moment will shatter.
“I haven’t either,” I admit, leaning forward to place my head over his heart.
“Fate,” he murmurs, tangling his fingers into my hair.
“Mmm. You believe in that?”
“I do now.”
Smiling into his chest at the near perfect reply, I sigh and then sit up. “I should get showered and changed so we can get back to the hospital.”
He nods, disappointed, but he knows I’m right. “When you’re ready, we’ll swing by ours, and I can do the same.”
I nod and climb off the bed to hastily shower and get dressed into a pair of black joggers, a white tee, a black hoodie and my pink trainers. Nice and comfy for sitting around in.
Re-dressed himself, he grins and takes my hand, kissing my knuckles before we head back down to the Jag to drive to his house.
It takes minutes at this time of night, and soon, we are pulling up outside a huge and fancy townhouse that must’ve cost an arm and a leg. Play the markets, indeed. He must be jolly good at his little hobby.
“Nice,” I murmur as he leads me up to the massive black front door. He pushes it open to reveal a beautiful entrance hall that is similar to my parents’. White marble floors, chandeliers, antique furniture and a grandiose staircase with a mahogany rail leading to the upstairs.
“I’ll be as quick as I can. Kitchen is through there if you’re hungry.”
I nod and take a step forward, only to come to a halt as a man pushes his way through the kitchen door.
“Ah, JP,” he says.
I can see in the dim light that he is middle-aged, very well-dressed and posh. He has the same colouring as JP, so I assume it’s his father.
“Dad,” JP says warily. “What are you doing here?”
