Page 178 of Fierce Storm
“Please,” she begs, rolling her hips as though I need guidance, and I almost laugh until she begs me again, her pitch rising, her voice full of the desperation I feel.
Spreading her pussy, I run my tongue through her slick heat and groan at finally getting to taste her again.
Her clit swells as I circle it, and I feel her getting wetter as I slowly run my thumbs along her folds, spreading her until I reach her entrance.
She moves her uninjured leg wider, bending her knee to open herself farther for me, and I reward her with a finger, curling it inside her as her body flushes, a pink hue coating her perfect skin.
Her arousal coats my finger, making it easy to slip a second inside her, scissoring them both as she moans. Her passionate cries drive me wild, and my length grows, the tip pushing against the waistband of my briefs.
I can’t remember ever being this hung up on a woman, this obsessed with her pleasure, while desperate for my own. It’s new. It’sher.
I curl my fingers again, and she moans as her eyes close, her lips parting in ecstasy. She palms her breasts, rolling her fingers over her taut nipples, and my hips buck against the bed. A growl releases low in my throat as Keeley’s eyes flash open, a carnal urge reflected in her gaze.
After watching her for a few more seconds, I lower my face to her pussy and flatten my tongue against her clit, teasing as I continue to pump my fingers.
She writhes beneath me, panting as her chest heaves, and her pussy tightens around me.
She’s close. So close I can feel her body preparing for release.
I bite down on her clit, giving her more, until she tugs at my hair, begging me to stop. “I want you inside me. Please. I want to feel you when I come.”
Jesus. Christ.
A groan rips from my throat as I force myself to pull away, my breaths ragged as I stand, staring down at her flushed skin before our eyes meet with the same intense fire burning in the center.
She blinks, breaking my trance, and I snap into action, throwing the shirt off my shoulders and reaching for the button on my pants.
Her body arches off the bed, begging for my touch as I slowly lower my pants and briefs, only pausing when I’m completely naked, panic hitting me out of nowhere. “Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”
“We don’t need it,” Keeley rushes out. “Unless you want to. I’ve been tested and haven’t been with anyone for over a year.”
“Christ. Same. And I want that. If you’re sure.”
“I am. Please.”
With a nod, I climb back onto the bed, hovering above her as our eyes lock. She’s so goddamn beautiful that I’m momentarily struck still.
She blinks rapidly, and I can’t stop myself from cupping her cheek, the pad of my thumb brushing her lips.
I lower slightly until our bodies touch, warm flesh on flesh, an inferno of desire burning between us.
Keeley sighs, and it fills me with a spark I haven’t felt before, a love I didn’t know was possible.
And it hits me. This isn’t just sex. It’s so much more than that. It will always be more than that. Only with her.
Reaching between us, I line my cock up with her center, pressing my lips to hers as I slowly push inside her.
My body shakes, and on top of the intense pleasure I expected to feel, a deep sense of peace washes over me. I pause to pull back, meeting her gaze, and when her eyes widen, I know she feels the same. She’s with me.
This is it, for both of us.
After a deep breath, I inch deeper inside her, stretching her walls as she bites her lip, her gaze never leaving mine.
When I’m buried to the hilt, I pause, giving us both a second to adjust before I roll my hips. Her lips quiver and I can’t stop myself from stealing another kiss, my heart pounding as I lower my body to hers, the connection electrifying from her mouth to her core.
Her pussy squeezes around my cock, and my hips jolt as I lift to watch our connection, to see myself moving inside her.
“Fuck, Keeley. You feel so good. Like you were made for me.”
