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all over myself yet is damn miracle.
She stands directly in front of me, between my spread legs, and I think she’s going to straddle me but she doesn’t. Instead, she sinks to the floor and grasps my cock, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Tempest,” I warn, my voice strained. “Don’t do anything for me, do it for you.”
“I am,” she assures me. “I want this. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. You’ll tell me if I do something wrong, though, right?”
Shit. I’d rip Asher apart right now, if I could, but I refuse to let him ruin this moment for her.
“You won’t do anything wrong; you’re perfect, trust me.”
“I do trust you.”
She kisses my tip then slides my entire length into her mouth and holy shit, she’s a natural. Her grip is strong at my base and the amount of suction she’s providing as she moves up and down my cock is absolutely perfect. Too perfect, in fact, and when I groan out her name, she looks up at me. My dick is still in her mouth and the vision before me causes my eyes to squeeze shut because it’s just too much.
The cold air on my shaft as she takes her mouth off is jarring but it gives me a brief reprieve and allows me to collect myself.
“Was I doing okay?” she asks. “I couldn’t tell because your eyes were closed.”
“Oh, my God, Tempest, it was so much more than okay. It was amazing. I had to stop watching because I didn’t want to come yet.”
She smiles and my dick twitches in response, causing us both to laugh.
“I didn’t expect to enjoy that so much, but I did. It really turned me on.” When she admits this, there’s no shyness or embarrassment and that thrills me to no end. It’s exactly what I want for her.
“Can I feel for myself?”
Her eyes darken as she nods her head yes and I waste no time slipping my fingers through her folds, finding her pussy soaked.
“Fuck, Tempest. Tell me what you want. How do you want me?”
“I want to be on top,” she replies confidently.
After I put on a condom, I pull her on my lap with her legs straddling mine. She immediately lowers herself on my cock and begins rocking her body in a perfect rhythm. I love her being on top while I’m sitting up because it allows me to stay close to her, but I want her to be able to use this position to her full advantage, so I lay back on the bed and give her more room to move the way she wants.
Tempest leans forward, instinctively moving to where her clit rubs against my pelvis. I keep one hand on her ass, guiding her just a little, and use the other to hold her tits close to my mouth. I love flicking her nipples with my tongue as she moves over me and the way her walls are tightening around my dick tells me she likes it, too.
“Yes! Cage! Oh, shit, I’m coming,” she gasps out. I grab her ass with both hands and slam her down on me harder, faster until our orgasms take us over, leaving us both sweaty and spent.
Later, after we’ve cleaned up and calmed down, Tempest is snuggled in my arms, running her fingers over the planes of my chest.
“I didn’t realize how much I needed that,” she admits. “It’s kinda crazy that you knew what I needed more than I did, but I’m really thankful.”
I laugh as I kiss the top of her head. “Anytime.” Her body feels so perfect against mine and I can’t help the feelings building inside me. “I mean it,” I whisper, my lips brushing her hair. “Any time… all the time… whatever you need. I’m here.”
Chapter 27
Tempest
When I wake up, I’m covered in sweat. My heart is beating wildly like I’ve been on a long run. But it’s the lingering vision from my dream that I can’t shake.
I was standing in the middle of the hallway at my old house—mine and Asher’s—the door to the bedroom was partially open and I could hear voices. There were loud moans accompanied by a man’s grunts. It was so vivid. I remember the way the Berber carpet felt under my feet and the smell of the candle I always burned in the bathroom down the hall—apple cinnamon.
In my dream, I looked down at myself and I wasn’t wearing any clothes, kind of like those horrible dreams