Page 53 of Riding the Storm
I take my time using my mouth, tongue, and hands to drive her wild. Listening to her changing cues as I insert another finger, curling and twisting them as she writhes and pants as her pleasure builds.
She sinks her fingers into my hair and holds me against her, raising her hips to meet my tongue until she’s shaking beneath me.
I lift my eyes to hers. “Easy there, darlin’. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Less talking,” she demands.
I chuckle as I return my attention to her pussy but keep our eyes locked as I suck her clit with more pressure while pumping my fingers.
She gasps my name over and over as the orgasm rockets through her.
As she lies there, catching her breath, I push off the couch and stand. Her liquid eyes drink me in.
“Where are you going?”
“Condom,” I say. “Come on.” I take her by the hand and help her up. Then I sweep her into my arms and carry her to the bedroom.
I toss her on the bed and quickly dart to the bathroom, where I left my clothing in a pile on the floor earlier. I return with a packet between my teeth, ripping it open as I crawl up the bed.
“Ready to come again for me?” I ask as I slide the latex over my length.
“You’re awfully confident there, cowboy. Sure you can deliver?” she teases, a wicked grin curving her lips.
I lift my hips and thrust inside of her in answer. Filling her completely.
“Oh my God,” she groans. “Yes.”
I reach back and clasp one of her legs and tug it over my hip so I can move deeper, faster. Her head falls back against the pillow, and her fist twists the sheets at her side.
I bring my mouth to her exposed neck and suck at the skin just beneath her ear as my hips pound a steady rhythm.
Her breaths start coming in short, hard pants as her leg locks tightly around my waist.
“Fuck, you feel good. So warm and tight,” I grunt as her muscles contract around me. Pulling me deeper.
My fingers sink into the curve of her hips as I mount up and thrust harder.
She slides her hands down to my ass and holds on. A husky, guttural noise escaping her throat and letting me know she is close.
I’m so close myself that I’m not sure I can make it much longer, so I slip a hand between us, stroking her clit in just the right spot, causing her body to convulse. She hoarsely screams my name as she tumbles over the edge again.
I lose all control, and my mouth clamps down on the base of her throat as my climax explodes into her.
We lie there, a tangle of sweaty limbs and sheets, my softening cock still inside of her, as we catch our breath.
Finally, I lift my head as I slide out of her. My eyes go to her heaving chest. I kiss the side of one of her breasts and stand.
Next time, I need to give them more attention.
“I’ll be right back,” I say before heading to the bathroom to toss the condom.
When I return, she’s on her side, hugging one of my pillows, fast asleep.
I curl up behind her, wrapping an arm around her to tug her back into my chest, and join her.
The first light of dawn bleeds through the curtains when I wake.
My head’s heavy, my body sore in all the right ways, and the faint smell of her shampoo lingers on my sheets. For a second, I think I’m dreaming, until I hear the soft rustle of fabric.
