I . . .” Storm looked down at me in wonder, unable to finish his thought.
“Don’t talk.” I plunged my hands into the luxurious waves of his hair, grabbing fistfuls of it and tugging to bring his firm lips back to mine. “Let me show you how I feel.”
“We’ll show each other,” he said softly against my mouth.
Grabbing my ass, he pulled me forward. His lips touched mine gently, tenderly, and then he kissed me hard, exploring my mouth deeply.
The world continued to spin, but it no longer mattered. Nothing mattered but him and me.
Eventually, he ripped his mouth from mine. Moments or a lifetime later, I didn’t know which, because time had no meaning either. Only him.
Whimpering a protest at the loss, I cracked open my eyes to peer up at him.
“Words aren’t enough,” he said gruffly. “We both know what this is. We can feel it.”
His warm brown eyes aflame, he lifted me and threw me over his shoulder. With a hand on my ass to hold me in place, he walked through the living room, down the other hall, and entered his bedroom.
I felt every one of his footfalls. His thick shoulder pounded them into my pussy.
Without speaking, he tossed me onto the bed.
No time, that toss said, reinforced by his dark glance. I can’t wait another second to have you.
I sat up. Only sheets covered his bed, no bedspread, nothing to get out of the way but our clothing.
I tossed my hair out of my eyes. His hot gaze on me, I didn’t need his words to know what was on his mind. I felt his need. My nipples hardened. My belly fluttered. My empty pussy ached to be filled with his cock.
His eyes locked on mine, he reached back between his shoulder blades and removed his tank. I hissed like he had when I’d removed my overalls. His shoulders were wide. His pecs and abs were chiseled with definition. His long legs were sculpted with muscle. He undid the tie on his board shorts. When they slid to the carpet, he stalked toward me without delay.
I stared up at Storm, intrigued by the changes in his physical appearance that told a story like his tats did. The shoulder-length hair, plus his thick mustache and full beard, meant he refused to conform to his father’s design for him, even in looks.
The boy and the man were now one, both precious to me.
I reached for my panties, wanting them gone so his glorious cock could be inside me, but he captured my hands, stopping me.
Pressing my hands into the mattress above my head, he lowered his gaze. I held my breath, guessing his target. I exhaled it slowly as his teeth pierced the cotton of my panties. A shivery thrill shot through me as he ripped them off with his mouth. In the process, his beard grazed my pussy, my inner thighs, and my legs.
Panties out of the way, he climbed back over me, and I raced my hands everywhere I could reach. His taut ass. His sculpted back. His skin was warm satin over chiseled steel. As I explored, his muscles leaped to my touch. The pads of my fingers sizzled with an undeniable heat.
Storm spread my thighs apart and moved between them. Exposed, my pussy pulsed with more wet need. I stared at him, my gaze on fire like I was. I wanted his cock inside me.
Grabbing the bottom of my tube top, he tugged it down. The cotton scraped my peaked nipples. They tingled, exposed to the cooler room air, then one tip throbbed a moment later within the confines of his wet mouth. He suctioned, and I arched into each deep draw. He released it with a pop and a dark satisfied look. Then he moved to the other one.
Alternating back and forth between my breasts, he sucked my nipples, then lapped at the throbbing peaks with his wicked tongue. I felt each lash in my pussy. Writhing beneath him, I thrashed my head back and forth on the cool sheets while the rest of me burned hotter and hotter.
When he lifted his head, his eyes were coal black, the flecks of green nowhere to be seen. I loved that view, his gaze only containing his passion for me. I loved him. Desperately.
I reached for him, and he grabbed a condom packet, tearing it open before he handed it to me. My eyes filled. He remembered my request, giving me the privilege of