Page 65 of Braving the Storm
I don’t want him to stop.
I can’t stop.
With a groan that I drink down, I feel his tongue slide against mine, pressing past my lips and exploring my mouth. God, had I ever even been kissed before this man crashed into my life? Whatever I experienced prior to this moment doesn’t bear mentioning, nothing but a weak imitation of what a kiss should feel like.
His mouth and tongue create a warmth like firelight that builds from my toes, sending shivers and sparks right through to my fingertips.
This man is giving me a perfect preview of what he can do with my body, if only I’d let him.
“Storm… Please…” My moaning and begging into his mouth causes his fingers to slide from my jaw, resting against the column of my throat.
“Do you want to learn how good that will feel for your body?”
The sound that comes out of me is far too desperate, but it seems to please him. Calloused fingers press tighter against my neck, not restricting my breathing, but it does something to me having him hold me like that all the same. His other hand mirrors the movement with a firm, possessive, cupping hold beneath my panties.
“Let me teach you, darlin’. Let me teach you what it feels like to come with a man’s tongue in your pussy.”
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“Let me teach you. All the things you want to know… let me give you that.”
Fuck, what am I doing, what am I suggesting here?
I’ve never been one to hold back when it comes to sex, and I’ve never repeated women, but this girl, this beautiful creature, feels so delicate in my arms. She feels like a hundred goddamn prizewinning podiums and buckles rolled into one. Something precious. Something worth treasuring.
Like the softest glide of delicate silk, her cunt is warm and wet and unbelievably responsive beneath my touch. The insane need to have her and taste every inch of her is unfiltered gasoline funneled straight into my veins. Fueling the obsession for all thingsBriarthat I can’t keep denying, but I’m supposed to. I’m not supposed to give into all the ways I want her over and over and over.
“Oh fuck. I can’t think—you make it impossible to think.” She pants against my mouth, but her hips keep moving, grinding into my palm cupping her sex.
“Then don’t. Just say yes to this. Forget about anything else and let yourself be taken care of.” My teeth catch her bottom lip, and I tug gently, drawing the sweetest little horny noise out of thegirl trapped in my hold. I feel it in the vibration beneath my fingers wrapped around her slender throat. I feel it in the way her pussy gets wetter the longer we do this dance.
“You’re crazy. This is insane.”
That’s not a no. I can work with that.
“We’re going inside.” Reluctantly, I drag my hand from her panties, but there’s no way I’m moving from this spot until she realizes just how much her body wants and needs this.
“See how perfect and sexy and sweet you are.” I bring my hand up and push the fingers coated in her arousal past those lips, and the way Briar moans softly—I nearly fucking die at the plush sensation of her mouth—the sound heading straight to my aching cock.
I’m hard as steel. My dick straight up demanding for me to strip her naked and just fuck right here, hanging halfway out the open door of my truck. Wanting nothing more than to hear her cries ricocheting off the pine trees surrounding us.
Perhaps that’s a fantasy to bring to life another time.
Right now, I’m eating up the tentative way her tongue works over me. Fucking hell, she runs the most gentle, exploratory laps, brushing over my fingertips, tasting herself there.
“Can you walk? Or do I need to throw you over my shoulder, little thorn?”
She makes a tiny noise of protest despite me pressing gently on her tongue.
“Well, you’re leaning all over me like one of the horses. Thought I’d better check you’ve still got use of your legs.” Pressing my mouth against her ear, I’m fully addicted to the little shivers of pleasure rolling through her.
I want to kiss her again, to seal our mouths together and soak up every last drop of those delicious simpering noises she makes. I want my mouth on her warm, soft cunt. Goddamn, I just want to taste and lick and bite down on every inch of smooth, delicate flesh until it’s impossible to ignore the fact she’s been thoroughly marked as mine.
That sensual, heady noise is followed by a barely there sound of protest when I slip my fingers from her mouth.
“I can walk.” She breathes, sounding dreamy as fuck.
A feverish need washes through me as I untangle myself from Briar and usher her with a gentle touch against her lower back to walk ahead into the cabin. The whole time my stare fixates on the curve and slope of her thighs below the place where my jacket skims over her ass because, at least in this moment, I can openly stare at this girl. Before getting through the door, she peeks back at me over her shoulder, looking every inch a curvaceous package of temptation.
