Page 70 of His Wild Storm
Her lips curve into a smile, a sly smile full of sin. She muses, “I’m surprised you even tried with the whole guest room thing.”
“I didn’t want to scare you off,” I admit. “The last thing I was going to do was something to give you a reason to run or put up walls between us.” I shake my head as I pull away enough to look into her eyes. “No fucking way,” I growl.
She shudders in my arms, and her hips start to move against my hard cock, rubbing me just right through our layers of clothing. The need to be buried inside of her makes my movements jerky as I pull her top up and off her head.
When I toss it back into the room over my shoulder, she giggles, the sound light and airy even as the tension between us, the need, becomes heavy. Now, with more of her skin available to me, I can’t help myself and move my mouth down her neck and over her exposed shoulder.
As I encounter her bra strap, I groan despairingly, hating thin strip of material between us. Haven doesn’t miss a beat and arches her back so she can reach behind her to undo her bra. I pull it away, watching as the straps slide down her arms.
Her tits are fucking perfect. “My favorite playground,” I grit out through my teeth before leaning forward and burying my face in the valley of her breasts.
Haven shrieks, the sound filled with amusement, as I motorboat her tits and my beard rasps against her skin. The wayher laughter, bright and breathy, fills the room has me grinning against her.
When I stand up to my full height, one of my hands on her hip and the other on her ass to ensure she’s secure, her thighs tighten around my waist. But I’ll never drop her. Never.
“You’re so beautiful, Haven,” I rasp the words, finding it difficult to believe this woman is really mine.
All mine.
“I love you, Knox,” she whispers before wiggling like she wants me to set her down.
When I do, her hands go directly to the red and green plaid flannel I’m wearing. There’s no hesitation in her movements as she unbuttons my shirt and opens it up. Her hands slide over my chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake, as she pushes my shirt back and off my shoulders.
I let the fabric fall to the ground while my eyes lock on the gentle jiggle of my woman’s tits with every movement she makes. My cock pulses as it presses against the zipper of my jeans. Poor thing, it’ll have a zipper imprint on the shaft if I’m not careful.
I’ve been hard for her for hours. I’m sure it’ll be a problem I’ll have for the rest of my life.
Trust me, I’m not complaining.
Not when I have this woman in my life.
Unable to handle the pressure, I reach down and pop the button of my jeans, hoping for some relief. It’s not enough. Before I know what is happening, Haven drops to her knees, herhands working to unzip and pull my jeans and boxers down my legs.
My cock springs free; hard, proud, and leaking pre-cum. Haven’s eyes turn hungry as she looks at me.
The moment she wraps her fingers around my length and pumps, I’m fucking lost. My head falls back on my shoulders, and I growl out my pleasure. I can’t stop my hips from punching forward when she squeezes the base of my cock.
When her tongue slides across the crown, my head snaps forward and I look down at her with wide eyes. I have to fist my hands at my side to stop myself from burying my fingers in her hair and fucking her face. She’s in control; she has the power.
Fuck, it’s not easy to remember to stay in control as she takes me between her lips and into her mouth. “Warm. Wet,” I gasp out the words, unable to stop them.
I swear her eyes smile as she looks at me. Her blue eyes hold mine as she bobs up and down on my length. The feeling of her fingers wrapped around me and her lips is almost too much for me to take.
I’ve never felt anything better. Fucking never.
She pops off the end of my dick, and I groan with the loss of contact. I reach down and grip my woman under her arms to lift her off the floor, loving the pout she gives me.
“I wasn’t done,” she protests.
My hands are shaking as I strip the rest of the clothes from her while kicking off my shoes, jeans, and boxers. The socks stay on, for the moment, because I can’t be bothered to peel them off right now. Not when my dick is demanding to be buried inside of her tight, wet heat.
“Later,” I grit out through my teeth, the thought of her wanting to swallow my cum making me feel feral as fuck, and on the edge of losing control. “I need to be inside of you,” I tell her as I lay her out on the bed before I sink to my knees at the edge, “after I taste you.”
I grip her hips and tug her a little closer, her legs spreading to accommodate my shoulders and putting my face right where I want it. When I take a deep breath, I can smell her musky arousal. As I lick my lips, I swear I can already taste her.
A growl is the only warning I give her before diving between her slick thighs. She shouts out, her body arching and her hips moving toward the contact. While looking up the length of her body, I take in the way her tits bounce and her lips part as she moans out my name.
My fucking name.
