Page 134 of Braving the Storm
“Oh my god. Why?” No. He surely cannot be intending to leave me hanging like this. I’m shaking and desperate, and the temptation to finish what he started right here and now is overwhelming.
Standing up, his grin is downright sinful as he takes in the sight of me perched here, completely gone for him. “That’s for making us both have to be in agony all day long.”
“Come here, darlin’.”Storm’s voice is thick with desire. “Full weight. No hovering. Ride my tongue and drown me in that sweetness.”
He holds my hips and drags me down onto his mouth as I lose my goddamn mind.
We barely made it in the door. I could see he was about two seconds from pulling the truck over and recreating our roadside escapades as we made our way down the mountain this evening. Except, something tells me this man had a reason for making sure we got home and locked the door.
By this point, I’m seriously hoping we can hide away from the rest of the world for at least a few days.
We’ve got a lot of missed time to make up for. Or at least, orgasms to make up for if Storm’s intentions are anything to go by.
As his tongue presses forward and roams through my slit, I feel his fingers swipe through my center from beneath, gathering up the slippery wetness there. Only, he doesn’t push inside like I’m expecting him to. This time, he drags all that slickness around to my ass and starts to play with me back there. Drawing slow circles at the same time as he mirrors the motion with his clever tongue.
“Oh god.” I moan much louder than intended and feel a surge of heat flood my veins.
Looking down, it’s a filthy sight, watching him lick me while at the same time studying closely for my reaction. While that leather cuff around my wrist bone is his permission to use me any way he desires, my cowboy doesn’t ever push it too far beyond my realm of experience all in one go.
To be honest, we’ve been working our way closer to this since I’ve been back, and while there’s no denying I’m nervous, I also haven’t been able to stop imagining what it would feel like with him.
I might have done some online research one night after waking up from a particularly intense dream where he’d been buried deep inside my ass, and oh my god, the way my body woke up ready to detonate was something else entirely.
“I want that. I want you.Please.” With one hand, I brace myself against the headboard, and with the other, I sink my fingers into his hair, allow my head to drop, and simply let go.
His mouth works miracles on my pussy and reduces me to a quivering mess in no time at all.
Sucking and nipping my flesh in time with the press of his finger, he rubs harder over those sensitive nerve endings, producing a feral noise when I give him exactly what he wants as he sucks down on my clit—making my back bow and dragging out a flood coating his face that I’ve since learned not to feel so embarrassed by. Especially not when he actively sets about making me squirt for him at any given opportunity.
This man apparently hasn’t lost his competitive edge, despite being out of the rodeo arena for so long.
“Stay right there.” Storm slides out from beneath my thighs as he says those words in that way he always does. As if I had the ability to do anything but. I’m sure it’s his own private little joke, feeling more than pleased with his efforts to reduce me to a boneless puddle.
The mattress dips behind me, as his giant frame moves around, then he’s positioned at my back. Reaching around, he hands me my vibrator, already on the setting he knows I like best, and drags a sloppy kiss up the side of my neck.
“You want me to take this sweet little ass while the taste of your pussy is all over my mouth?”
I somehow manage a nod.
“All you gotta do is follow what I tell you, alright? Trust me to know what your body needs.”
God, I love this man so much. He’s not rushing me, yet he somehow manages to guide me into new states of pleasure time and time again. Pretty sure I murmur something to the effect of how much I missed him and how badly I need him and tell him he can have whatever he wants.
“Rub that all over your clit for me. Slow circles around that tight bud until you fall apart.” Of course, I’m already doing that even as he says those words, which draws a deep chuckle out of him.
While I’m getting lost in the way the vibrations roll throughmy body, he drizzles lube over my ass, causing me to jolt with the unexpectedly cold sensation, and quickly sets to work carrying on the teasing he’d been giving me a glimpse of just before.
It’s too good, too addictive, and on reflex, I start pushing back against his hand within the space of a few minutes.
“Baby, I need more,” I whine. Everything about this moment is perfect, and right here, right now, I want him to go faster, even though a tiny part of my brain understands why he’s not.
“Shhh. Just breathe for me. Stay nice and loose.” As he rubs and presses against my hole, I feel my body give way and allow him to slip a finger inside.
The more he gradually works me, those ripples like ribbons of pleasure keep flowing in every direction, and I’m not going to survive much more of this before my next climax threatens to sweep in.
As the stimulation on my clit tips me over the edge, Storm keeps praising me, telling me the filthy things he knows I want to hear. When I come back to my senses, I can feel the added stretch and pressure now that he’s slowly started working another finger inside.
“Goddamn, you’re doing so well. Look at you, every part of you fits perfectly, stretched around my ink.”
