Page 98 of When the Storm Breaks
“Told you I was hungry.” Kneeling between her legs, I lifted her left foot and planted it on the bed then did the same with the right one and used my forearms to pin her thighs flat to the mattress.
“You’re hungry. I’m offering you a whole buffet. Eat up.” She motioned with her hand across her naked body.
“Mmm. So accommodating. Let’s skip to dessert.”
With my eyes locked on hers, I dipped down and took a small taste. My tongue brushed her clit, and she bucked her hips against my face, letting out a moan that shot straight to my cock. I flattened my tongue and licked her from slit to crack. “Fuck, you taste so sweet,” I murmured.
She dug her fingers into my shoulders, her thighs shaking as I used my tongue and fingers and mouth to fuck her.
“Oh my God, Brody,” she panted, her fingers pulling my hair, her body convulsing as I drove my tongue deep inside her walls, her muscles clenching around it.
“Yes! Fuck. Shit. Holy Mother of God.”
My body shook with laughter at the words flying out of her mouth. Her thighs clamped around my head and I pried them apart again. With the flat of my tongue, I gave her a few shallow licks to bring her down from the orgasm. Then I kissed the crease in her leg and moved up her body, my hands following my lips over her curves and silky soft skin. Her hip bones. Stomach. Ribs. I cupped her full tits in my hands and guided one rosy nipple into my mouth then sucked on it.
“It’s too much.” But even as she said it, her hands slid into my hair and she held me against her chest.
I released her nipple and moved to the other one then up to her mouth, kissing her long and hard so she could taste herself on my tongue. “Too much. But never enough.”
Her legs wrapped around my waist and she rocked her hips. “Why aren’t you naked yet, Cowboy?”
Good question. I sat up and pulled off my T-shirt while she unzipped my jeans, her hand wrapping around my dick and squeezing, making it impossibly hard. I pushed her hand away and stood up then stripped off my clothes and settled between her thighs, fucking desperate to be back in my favorite place. Buried deep inside her.
In one sharp thrust, I drove into her, causing her to cry out. Fuck yeah. Her back arched off the mattress and she met me thrust for thrust while I pounded into her, relentless, my pace punishing. Her nails scored my back as I pulled out then drove into her again. Bringing my hand down to where we were joined, I rubbed her clit.
I pulled back to watch her face. Lips parted, eyes at half-mast, ink-black hair tumbling over her bare shoulders. “Come for me, Shy. Come all over my cock.” Her muscles clenched around me and I rubbed her clit harder and faster. “That’s it. Clench my cock with that sweet little pussy of yours.”
“Oh my God.” Her chest was heaving, our bodies slick with sweat in all the places where our skin touched. I pinched her clit and she cried out. Her legs, wrapped around my back, shook as I drove into her one more time, buried to the hilt, so deep I wanted to live there forever. I came on a roar that didn’t sound human, and she milked an orgasm out of me that seemed like it would never end.
With a shudder, I collapsed on top of her and buried my face in the crook of her neck.
“God, I missed you,” she said. “My big boy’s got nothing on you.”
I growled and bit her earlobe. She laughed and I rolled us both over so she was on top of me and not bearing the brunt of my weight. She pushed herself up on one elbow and peered down at my face then brushed my hair off my forehead with her fingertips. I grabbed her fingers and guided them to my mouth, sucking on them.
“Still hungry?” she teased.
“When I’m with you? Always. I can never get my fill.”
* * *
I was loungingon the bed, arms tucked behind my head, watching her get ready for our day out. Since I’d arrived two hours ago, we’d fucked twice and had taken a shower together in the marble bathroom as big as my bedroom. “I’d be happy to spend the day here. In bed.”
“It’s your first time in London. I want to show you the sights.”
She was insistent on playing tour guide. But most likely that would mean I wouldn’t have her to myself. Shiloh Leroux didn’t just walk out the front door of the hotel and wander the streets. That had been impressed upon me earlier when I’d met her manager, Marcus. He’d stopped by when we were eating our breakfast on the balcony and had given me the distinct impression that he was less than thrilled I was here, taking up Shiloh’s precious time. Within two seconds of meeting her slick manager in his designer clothes, I’d concluded that I wasn’t a big fan of his either. He was a cog in the wheel of a big money machine, and Shiloh was the jewel in his crown. He couldn’t afford to lose her.
“You’ve already given me a full tour.” I pulled her into my lap and kissed the side of her neck. “And it was even better than memory served. I don’t need to see anything outside this hotel room.”
“We have until three o’clock,” she said, ignoring my words as she scrolled through her phone, checking out all the hot London tourist spots. None of which I had any intention of dragging her to. The sun was shining, it was summertime in London, and all those tourist spots would be mobbed. “How about the Tower of London? Or the London Dungeon? Ooh… Camden Market is fun. We could do a Thames River cruise. Or we could—”
I took the phone out of her hand and tossed it aside. “How about we take a walk?” I figured it would be more lowkey and easier for her to remain anonymous. Although how I’d ever thought that was possible was fucking beyond me. My hand coasted up her thigh and under the hem of her short cotton dress. It was white with colorful embroidery around the collar and the three-quarter length sleeves. She was so fucking perfect, her suntanned legs draped over my lap and her lips so lush and pink.
When my hand ventured further up, dragging the material of her dress with it and landed between her legs, she shoved it aside. “Don’t start or we’ll be stuck in this room all day.”
“I can think of worse things than being stuck in a room with you.”
She jumped off the bed and offered me her hand with a smile. “Let’s go for a walk, Cowboy.”
