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She sighed in relief when he skated down her belly and cupped her sex again, dipping his fingers inside her and thrusting with renewed precision.
“So wet. You’re burning me, Kaitlyn. Now come for me. I want your cunt gripping my fingers when you come. I want to feel what it’s going to be like when I fuck you.”
This time when he caressed her clit, he didn’t stop. Instead, he used one hand to pluck and pet her bud while driving his fingers into her cunt. She lifted her hips and cried out, digging her nails into his arm as she flew into a rushing orgasm that filled the room with a heavy downpour of rain.
Thunder shook the bed, lightning arcing just over their heads. The wind whipped tendrils of hair into her face, but she hardly noticed any of it, too caught up in the maelstrom of orgasm. The pulsing had no more subsided than he was over her, nudging her legs apart with his knee and coming down on top of her.
She was still pulsing when he drove his thick cock deep into her pussy. Her tight channel gripped and sucked him inside. She wrapped her legs around his waist, tears pouring from her eyes and mixing with the raindrops pelting the pillows.
Brett was inside her, one with her, just as she’d imagined all those years ago. The enormity of the moment was unbearable and she cupped his face in her hands to draw him into a kiss.
His mouth ground against hers, his pelvis doing the same against her pussy as he reared back, only to thrust deeper inside her heated core.
This was the magic. Not the thunder or lightning or rain. This moment with this man, she felt the awesome power of destiny, and knew what she had always suspected was true. Brett was her destiny. Time had not changed her feelings for him. They had only deepened. She loved him as much now as she ever had before, with an intensity that both frightened and compelled her. She’d never known feelings like this, had never felt so complete in a man’s arms before. He fit her perfectly, inside and out.
“Bring on the thunder, cher,” he said, slamming against her with savage power. “Come with me and make it pour on both of us.”
His balls slapped her ass as he moved with lightning speed inside her. The movements of his pelvis grinding against her clit had her clutching him for support. She felt like she was falling. Slowly, irrevocably sailing over a cliff and he was her only lifeline.
When her second climax hit like a rushing wave, she held her breath and took him with her, holding tight as he poured hot jets of cum deep inside her, then collapsed and rolled her over on top of him.
She could stay like this forever, listening to the sound of the retreating storm, his hands roaming featherlight over her back and buttocks. She tried to shift, afraid she was too heavy on top of him, but he held her in place with his hands, continuing to stroke her skin and hair.
The room was totally dry, the blankets bearing no evidence of the earlier indoor downpour. She was certain that at some point she’d have to explain the Storm family powers to Brett. But he hadn’t asked, and she was more than happy to wait to explain.
Besides, there was nothing more magical than being in his arms as he held her safe within his embrace. If her life ended right now, she’d die happy. All the years of waiting for love to find her had been worth this one moment in time.
“I hope you’re not too tired,” he whispered against her ear. “Because we’ve just started. We have a night’s worth of debauchery ahead of us.”
She lifted up to look at him, grinning at his mussed hair. His eyes twinkled with devilish delight. This night was just like she’d imagined. “Debauchery, huh? Bring it on.”
Chapter Six
Brett stared into Kaitlyn’s excited eyes at the mention of the things they had yet to do.
The things they shouldn’t be doing. He should have never let her push him this far. Oh hell, who was he kidding? She barely poked a finger in his chest and he crumbled, taking her despite years of self-warnings.
But now he wouldn’t think about the repercussions of what they’d done. How could he when a goddess rested on top of him?
God, she was beautiful. Her hair tumbled over his chest, her skin moist with sweat and scented with sex and flowers. The Storms’ magic, which he’d known about for years, made her even more special, especially since he took the outpouring of rain, lightning and thunder as a sign that she’d lost all control during their lovemaking. Hell, what guy wouldn’t take that as a compliment?
The feel of her breathing against his chest, her body pressed so intimately against him, had him ready again. His cock twitched and began to harden again, rising up between her legs to nestle between her buttocks.
Her eyes widened. “So soon?”
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to get you naked and have my wicked way with you,” he teased, taking one of her hands and nibbling on the pad of her thumb.
She shivered and wriggled against him, her wet pussy stroking the top of his shaft. He clutched her buttocks and drew her back and forth, the tiny nub of her clit grazing his pelvis. Once she realized what he was doing, she braced her arms on either side of his shoulders and rocked with him, lingering on the down sweep and enveloping his shaft between the soft globes of her ass cheeks.
Her gaze caught and held his, the intensity swirling in her eyes something he wanted to stop and immediately paint. Just her face and the way her prominent cheekbones pinkened when she was turned on, the way she worried her bottom lip with her teeth when she concentrated, but especially how her eyes seemed to change color from golden to green as he watched.
He wanted to paint her in the middle of a field of green grass, sweeping magnolia trees and wildflowers, her arms outstretched toward the heavens while rain poured over her. Because that’s how he saw her right now.
“Tell me what’s on your mind,” she asked, dragging herself up his chest so that their noses touched. Her eyes crossed and she giggled.
“Do you really want to know what’s on my mind?” He wouldn’t tell her about how he saw her. That would only make her blush. The best he could do was show her how he felt, because he’d never be able to put his feelings into words.
“Sure I do. I mean, I can certainly feel something down there between my legs. I might know what you’re thinking about, but I can’t be sure.”
His teasing seductress arched a wicked brow and licked her bottom lip, an invitation he couldn’t refuse. He cupped the back of her neck and drew her toward his waiting mouth, plunging his tongue inside as soon as lips met lips. Her breath washed over him, as sweet as a stolen bud of spring honeysuckle. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pressed her lips harder against his, lapping at the tip of his tongue until his balls drew up tight and throbbed.
She was sweet spring and innocence mixed with a full-blooded womanly temptress and he wasn’t sure which one he preferred. Probably the combination of both, since that’s what made Kaitlyn the woman he l—
…lusted after. That was the right “L” word. There was no emotion behind it. He simply couldn’t get enough of her.
But he would get enough, and it would have to be tonight. Because there’d be no repeat performance, no doing this again, no chance in hell of this becoming a relationship. He owed at least that much to her, to save her from what would someday be her enormous regrets that this night had occurred. Better to enjoy it while it happened for what it was, which was purely and simply…sex.
Great sex. Phenomenal sex. The kind of sex he’d whispered in her ear earlier, when he’d told her all his deep, dark desires for her.
He cupped her buttocks and rolled her over onto her back, then slid off the bed and dragged her hips to the edge. Her legs dangled over the sides and he picked up one tiny foot, marveling at the bright pink toenail polish on each nail and the delicate silver chain of tinkling bells adorning one ankle. The sounds they made when he moved her leg reminded him of soft, falling rain.
When he kissed her toes one by one, she sighed. When he took one into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, she moaned, then had the same reaction when he took her other foot and did the same thing. When he scooted between her thighs and blew softly on her wet, bare sex, her head shot up, her widened eyes made contact with his.
“Let me…clean up a bit.”
He grinned and held firmly to her thighs, holding her in place. “No. I want to taste the two of us mixed together. You need cleaning up, I’ll do it. With my tongue.”
“Brett, I really don’t—oh, God.”
His mouth made contact with the swollen pink lips of her pussy. Her head fell back against the sheets, her fingers curling into the satin coverlet under her hands.
God, her pussy was so hot, so creamy. Both his cum and hers dripped from her, reminding him what it had been like to shoot inside her. He licked a few of the salty drops from her slit before plunging his tongue inside to take a mouthful of the sweetest cream he’d ever tasted.
Her hips bucked against his face, little mewling cries escaping her lips. He buried his nose along the side of her clit, licking her cunt and sweeping his head from side to side to torment the little pearl hidden under its protective hood. With great regret he moved away from the tasty juices pouring from her pussy and swirled his tongue around the bud of her clit, coaxing it out from its hiding place. He pressed the flat of his tongue gently over the distended nub, licking in small circles until her knuckles turned white from clutching the covers and she was shrieking louder than the thunder outside.
Along with her cries, his mouth was suddenly filled with the tasty hot cream of her cum as she flooded his tongue and rocked her pussy against his face. He smiled against her skin when he felt the mist of a soft rain that seemed to fall from the ceiling, but took it as a sign she was being well satisfied. And that was his primary goal tonight—to satisfy his woman. During the short period of time she was, in fact, his woman.
