Page 102 of Braving the Storm
Strong palms lift me off my knees, and his mouth covers mine in a branding kiss that steals what last remaining pieces of sanity I have left. Somewhere in my mind, once upon a time, I thought guys would never want to kiss me after having them in my mouth. I’d been led to believe so many untruths about my body and myself, and one by one, he keeps dismantling those falsehoods, tossing them into the flames, allowing me to watch on as they burn to ash.
His fingers collar the front of my neck as his tongue slides against mine, and I simply melt. My hands run everywhere: over his chest, his arms, along his powerful shoulders and sides. I’mso hungry for this man, I just want to behisand let him take everything he wants, again and again.
He draws away from my mouth with an anguished noise, spinning my body with such force I’m left stumbling against his chest. What it does is position us both so that we’re standing, taking in our joint reflections. Behind me, Storm looks absolutely feral, and I’m starry-eyed, with mussed hair and a mouth that looks downright sinful. All my lipstick has worn off, but my lips are swollen and flushed to match my cheeks.
As we pause there, chests heaving, he snakes both hands around to cup my breasts, pinching and plucking at my nipples in that way, he does so expertly. They’re sensitive as a whisper into the night and agonizingly in need of his attention. So when he tortures them and squeezes my flesh, I simply sag against his torso with whimpering relief.
“Watch.” He orders, then fastens his mouth over my neck and damn near devours me all along that sensitive curve of flesh. The movement is a forceful pulse of need and savage wanting, leaving my body bowing and almost buckling beneath the weight of his mouth. Storm bites and sucks down on my pulse point, the point where my shoulder and throat meet, then back up to just below my ear.
The entire time, his blue eyes drill into mine, fearsome and potent and so sexy I can hardly breathe.
“I want to fill all your holes.” His lips find my ear as his skilled touch continues to lavish my nipples with attention and tugs on my breasts. “You’d look so good stretched out for me, wouldn’t you?”
The question is downright wicked, leading me forward with an assurance as to what I’d like and what my body might enjoy when I truly have no idea. I’d barely gotten my head around someone truly desiring me enough to want to have sex with me. Now, he’s offering the kinds of pleasures I’ve only ever wondered about.
Yet, with him, I don’t even have to think twice.
I trust him.
Humming in agreement, I tilt my head further, giving greater access because this is, without a doubt, the only thing I need. Oxygen is irrelevant when the only sustenance I require is Stôrmand Lane’s mouth on my body.
One of those searing hot palms finds the back of my neck, and he guides me to bend forward for him, bracing myself on my elbows—so close to the mirror my breath starts to fog the glass—then he glides that heated touch to drag along the curvature of my spine, until he reaches my ass.
“Wait right there. Don’t move.” He’s only gone for a brief moment, and even though my body is limp and heavy with pleasure, my mind sprints frantic laps around this entire ranch in the space of time it takes him to leave this bathroom and return.
This time, he’s fully naked.
He also has something in his fist, the sight of which makes my core clench.
My vibrator.
For a moment, as this man re-enters the room and closes the gap between us, he stands there, seemingly transfixed. Staring at the sight of me, bent over and all too eagerly exposed for him.
The scrutiny and intimacy of it all leaves me squirming.
“Storm—I—”
While he’s left me feeling nothing but confident in my body the entire time we’ve tumbled into whatever this thing is between us, right now, I’m very aware that my ass has stretch marks, my hips have silver lines streaking over them, my thighs are wobbly and dimpled, and he’s standing right there looking like he’s been carved from marble and should be displayed on a pedestal erected in the memory of the world’s most handsome cowboy to ever exist.
“Shhh, darlin’...” He grabs a handful of my ass, and drops down behind me. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to replay this moment. Do you know how messed up you had me?” His nose nudges along that track of soft flesh leading up from the back of my thigh. I feel the warmth of his breath, the slightest touch of metal from his nose ring. “Do you have any idea the filthy goddamn things I wanted todo to you from the second I saw you? This body has been the only thing I could think about, even when I shouldn’t have. Even when there wasn’t supposed to ever be anything between us, you had control over me.” Those words are chased by a wet glide of an exploring tongue and harsh scrape of stubble roaming up that most delicate, tender part on the inside of my thigh.
His hot exhale gusts over my skin as I shudder and whimper each time that beard scratches the sensitive spot so close to my pussy.
“So let me enjoy teasing you.”Lick. “Keep that cuff on so I can play with you anytime I like.”Kiss. “Give me every inch of your body to explore a thousand times, and it won’t ever be enough.”
Storm’s mouth closes over my pussy from behind, and I’m a mess of noises and sensations that ripple through my bloodstream. He dives into me, turning my entire world on its head as he does so.
“Oh, god.”
The control this man emits tugs me into a place where I can only succumb to sensation. The glass in front of my nose and mouth repeatedly fogs as my sharp exhales and whimpers react to his teasing.
As that familiar quiet buzzing noise starts up, he runs the wand up my inner thigh, until he finds my clit.
I’m so gone, I don’t know whether I’m going to dissolve or evaporate. My body isn’t even mine any longer; it’s all his, and he knows it.
“This speed, hmmm?” he speaks against my core as I writhe and chase the way he drags the toy over me, then slips it inside my entrance, fucking me with it slowly. “You like that one, don’t you.”
It’s not even a question. He justknows.
