Page 91 of The Storm

“I know.” My voice is hoarse. It betrays the nerves. I don’t want him to stop, though.

He licks down my spine, leaving a cool, wet path behind. I shiver. He moves lower, down to the base of my spine. He runs his finger down the crease of my ass gently. This is familiar. I’ve had his fingers in my ass more times than I can count by now.

What I don’t expect is for his tongue to follow the same path.

My breath comes out in heavy puffs.

“Spread your legs,” he says in a low voice. And he waits. Finger still between my ass cheeks.

My stomach clenches with a mix of nerves and desire. My cock stiffens between my legs.

I do as he says. I spread my legs.

The back of my neck is burning hot, and my face is on fire.

Thisis new. Him spreading my cheeks farther apart, then doing nothing. Other than looking, I suspect. I’m pretty sure my whole body is red at this point.

I fight the urge to close my legs, because apparently I’m a fucking prude at heart.

He lowers his head, and I have a second to feel the strands of his hair tickle my skin before he licks over my hole.

I suck in a breath and every muscle in my body tenses almost to the point of pain.

“Relax,” he says, amusement ringing out loud and clear in his voice.

“I’ll get right on it,” I say into my arms.

He licks me again. His hands push my cheeks wider. This is the most exposed I’ve ever felt in my whole life. A thousand different emotions race through me, and I’m not really sure what I feel at this point.

I breathe, force myself to count in my head along with my breaths to stop myself from panting.

He keeps licking me, his tongue taking long swipes along the crack of my ass.

Imight not be a hundred percent sure about what to feel, but my dick is definitely into it. It presses into the mattress, rock hard, starved for pressure.

I’m not even sure when I start doing it, but there’s a point where it registers that I’m rutting into the mattress to get more pressure.

There’s a distinct feeling of overstimulation as a result of trying to fuck my dick into the mattress, while Nick is licking my hole.

I can’t pinpoint the exact moment it happens, but somewhere along the way, the feel of his tongue against my hole goes fromthis is weirdto a kind of slowly growing bliss. At first it gets my dick hard, and then because it gets my dick hard, I need more.

I carefully spread my legs a bit wider. He hums, and it makes his tongue vibrate against my hole. His hands knead my cheeks, and his face is buried in my ass.

I start to push my hips into the mattress more urgently. It goes from slow, hesitant thrusts to a rotating motion that rubs my dick into the sheets, because rimming, it turns out, is a fucking tease.

Somewhere in there, I faintly realize, the nerves have been replaced with pure need. He prods my hole with the tip of his tongue, fucking it with short, fast stabs.

I grip the sheets, drops of sweat running down my back.

And all the while, the need inside me grows.

His tongue is hot and wet inside me, and where it felt like a lot when he first pushed it into me, it’s not enough anymore.

I’m spread out underneath him, breathing heavily, strung tight, fucking the mattress, searching for more.

I wanted him to fuck me. I don’t think I knew what I was asking for before. It was an abstract idea.

Now he’s made mewant it. He’s made me desperate. Eager. I-will-die-if-you-don’t-do-something eager.