Page 103 of Braving the Storm
Shudders roam through me, and sparks fly everywhere, as my toes curl against the floor and my fingers claw at the smooth, cool counter.
“Storm. Fuck.Please.”
He’s wicked, teasing me, building me higher and higher, butnever quite allowing the pleasurable sensations to remain attentive in one place long enough to let me come.
Then his mouth moves at the same time as he roams the vibe back over to position it against my clit.
His tongue glides a hot, wet trail up my ass, and I let out a gasp mixed with a deep groan.
“Fuckohgodfuck.” All I can do is babble out a string of whimpers as he spreads me with one hand, swirling and licking and pressing his mouth against my hole, lighting up my body as those sensitive nerve endings come to life. I’ve never experienced anything approaching this, and he knows exactly how to keep me out of my head, or from tensing up, because the rippling vibration against my clit is spinning me entirely out of orbit.
With the firm but gentle press of his tongue into my ass, and the rhythm against my aching bud of nerves, he ensures I disintegrate for him. My climax rolls up from my toes, leaving me shaking and coming apart on a long wail.
I haven’t returned back down from wherever that orgasm just took me to when he’s right there behind me. His cock slides forward, pushing inside my pussy while I’m still clenching and rippling, and holy fuck, it feels so good to finally be full.
As he groans out the most delicious, rumbling noise I could repeatedly drink down, his heat and powerful body take over, shifting me and encouraging me with a firm hand to move up so that I’m on my elbows and my toes barely touch the floor, a position that arches my spine perfectly to let him drive in deep. One hand runs the vibrator across my tits, and I’m a whining, boneless mess of pleasure.
God, the deep, primal cursing grunt of satisfaction he lets out is a sound I’m never going to forget.
“These fucking tits.” He tortures my nipples over and over as he slowly thrusts in and out. “I’ve wanted to fuck them since that first night.”
“Please.” I want that, I want him, anything if it means more of this.
He moves the buzzing sensation away, back down to the wetness between my thighs, but instead of honing back in on my clit like I’m expecting him to, he shifts his weight back. With his free hand, he grips my ass cheek and spreads me wide once more.
I pulse around his length as he withdraws right to the tip and moves the vibe over my ass. The feeling back there, while his cock is inside me is unreal. My body shudders and shivers beneath him.
“That’s it, darlin’... enjoy the way that feels with your favorite toy teasing your sweet little ass. I just know you’d take me perfectly there. You’d love the full-body orgasm, and look so beautiful, shattering for me with my cock filling your tight little hole,” he murmurs hotly while thrusting in and out of my channel, and driving me insane with the vibrations rolling over my ring of sensitive nerve endings. Storm doesn’t try to press inside; he’s just resting it there, letting the unfamiliar sensation feel so damn good I’m entirely lost. “It’s nothing to feel worried about, baby, and we’d go as slow as you want.”
I’m pretty certain that I start pleading for him to just do it right here and now.
There’s no doubt in my mind, I want everything with him. It’s not just sex; it’s being with him, trusting him, and being cared for by him.
A groan leaves his chest, as we both feel the surge of this climax bearing down on us. My pussy squeezes, and I’m whimpering, begging.
“Jesus. Fuck. I can’t stop with you. I can’t ever fucking stop.” He tosses the toy, still buzzing into the handbasin, and wraps his big palms beneath my body. Storm drives into me so hard my hips bruise against the ledge of the counter, and my orgasm bursts, leaving me slumped as he holds me in position and pumps deep. His cock surging and unloading with a hot release buried inside my pussy.
He drapes over me, both our chests heaving, and fumbles to turn off the vibrator while covering my shoulders with wet kisses.
Can I still feel my legs? I’m not even sure.
I’m so blissed out, drowsy, and drifting somewhere far, far out of my body. Storm hums with delicious, rich noise.
“You’ve done so well… you can go to sleep, and I’ll stay inside you just like this.” He’s tempting me with such wickedness, yet he knows exactly how that lures me to succumb to his devious plans.
“I don’t think I could, with you playing with my nipples like that,” I mumble on a soft little breath as he groans and keeps shifting his hips, sounding so unbelievably sexy. Everything is hot, and our skin runs damp with sweat. His cum starts to drip out between us as Storm keeps on shifting at my back. Of course, he melts my brain even further when he reaches down to swipe up that slickness and rubs it over my nipples.
Our gazes lock in the mirror, and that filthy move leaves my eyes glazed over as a gentle moan drops past my lips. The smeared evidence of his mark across my chest still lingers in red lipstick, and my heart crawls to curl up in his hands.
His.
Chapter 35
Sending Briar back in the morning after the kind of night we just shared wasn’t exactly my plan. Every part of me insisted, damn well planned on threatening bloody murder in order to keep her right here, to park her shitty little rental car up, and tuck her by my side.
Except, the whip-smart thing she is, my girl knew she needed to be at the cabin. That on the off-chance her fuck face of a sister—Briar’s own words—decided to turn up, uninvited, and unannounced, it would be much worse for all of us trying to explain both our absences.
That left me pacing and doing my best effort to wear holes in Beau’s perfectly finished floorboards of his ranch, in a futile attempt to carry on with all the shit I need to do today.
