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His large hands come up across my back and to my front cupping my breasts, kneading them as he bites my hip, then leaves a trail of kisses over my pelvis, down my thigh that is bent over his shoulder, pressed against the side of his face. Just as my body starts to relax a tiny bit, he brings his fingers to my hot core again, sliding two fingers in, then slowly pulling them out, bit by bit, spreading them like tiny scissors as he pulls them out.
“Storm...”
He silences me by licking my hooded clit, sucking it gently, then harder as his fingers work their magic inside me. My body starts to shake again, the climax starting to roll back in. He pulls away abruptly.
“Oh, my God... Storm...”
He stands, wrapping my leg around his waist and kisses me, his breath hot and tasting like me. “Please...” I say. He is driving me absolutely mad with desire. I grind myself against him, all inhibition flying out the window. I just need to feel him. Any of him. All of him.
“What, baby,” he growls softly, taunting. He pulls off his shirt and my hands immediately caress his shoulders, his broad chest, my fingers gliding over his tattooed flesh. A light film of perspiration covers his skin and dampens his hair.
“I need you...” I whisper, kissing him, sucking his tongue.
“Tell me.” His fingers twist my nipples, gently at first, then harder, sending a bolt straight down my core between my legs. “Tell me what you want,” he coaxes, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head back so his lips can kiss my open neck.
I drop my leg and reach for his belt, undoing the buckle.
“I want you inside me... please...”
“I’ve been dying to hear you say that, baby.” His lips crash back down on mine as he pushes my trembling fingers aside so he can quickly pull his belt off, out of the belt loops, then letting his jeans fall to his ankles.
His stiff cock springs out and slaps against his stomach. I reach between us and stroke him, long and hot in my hand. Every part of him is beautiful, strong, and masculine. Being near him awakens every feminine gene in my body. He groans in my ear, his breathing heavy.
“Your touch is what got me right from day one, Evie. You touch me so fucking soft and sweet. It makes me so fucking crazy for you.”
He lifts me up with his hands, off my feet. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he slowly rubs the tip of his cock against my clit.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, effortlessly moving my body up and down so my lips slide up and down the length of him.
“Yes... please.”
He’s kicking his boots off as he’s lifting me up and down. I’m amazed at the strength of him and how effortlessly he can maneuver me around.
He puts me down for a moment and then picks me up again, swinging an arm under my knees and carries me like a baby to the couch. He sits and holds me on his lap, against his chest, my legs across him.
Our mouths meet hungrily, tongues dancing. He’s still holding me, one arm around my shoulders, the other under my knees, and he lifts me slightly, his shoulders flexing, and slowly lowers me down.
“Reach under you and hold my cock, Evie,” he whispers against my lips.
It takes me a second to grasp what he’s doing and then I get it. Reaching beneath me, I hold his hard shaft while he gently lowers me down on him, my lips spreading over the head. We kiss and he lowers me a tiny bit more. I gasp and moan into his mouth. This position is crazy, his cock entering me at such a strange angle. It’s tantalizing. As we kiss, he lifts my body up and down, just a tiny bit so the tip of his cock teases my opening, in and out, in and out.
I practically claw at his chest and try to clench myself around him, wanting more of him, much more. I am completely helpless in this position, unable to move my legs or push myself down.
“You feel so amazing,” I whisper to him, caressing his cheek. I don’t know what this man is doing to me, but he has completely rattled me. My whole body and heart are aching for more of him
He turns and lays me on my back on the couch, spreading my legs. His hand goes to my wet heat again. He licks his lips, his eyes watching intently as his finger slides in and out of me.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, glancing up at me.
I reach for his hand and pull him toward me. “Storm...” I’m losing my damn mind wanting him. I hook my leg around him, pulling him further onto me.
He sighs and then sinks down on me, his mouth coming down on mine as he spears his cock into me. I gasp and buck up and he stills, giving me a moment to stretch around him, then slowly starts to push further into me. Pain flashes through me, my body not used to the size of him.
“Holy fuck, baby,” he whispers, slowing his thrusts, rolling his hips gently, feeding me tiny bits of him at a time until my muscles relax.
We kiss slowly, softly, matching his thrusts. My hands clutch his muscled ass, pulling him to me. He lifts my leg up, pressing my thigh up against his chest and drives harder down on me, hitting my g-spot.
“Storm...” I start to gyrate against him. He feels incredible buried inside me. “Don’t stop,” I whisper. If he stops just when I’m about to climax again, I will die of frustration. My body can’t take anymore of the start and stop.
“Not a chance.” His voice is low and strained. His eyes dark and intense as he watches himself plunge inside me. The mere visual of him above me sends a wave of thrill throughout my body. Watching his abs, thighs, chest, and shoulder muscles contract and flex as he makes love to me is a remarkable sight. His long hair hangs down between us, tickling my breasts like erotic feathers with each thrust. His eyes latch onto mine and he grins impishly.
“Like what you see?” His voice is sultry and playful.
I wind my hand around his neck and pull his lips to mine.
“I love what I see.”
I wake up with his naked body spooned against the back of mine, his arm curled around me, holding me to him. I carefully get up and walk to the bathroom. My entire body feels sore from last night. Memories of last night send a warm flush through me. I never imagined a man could be so sensual and passionate. Storm was no wham-bam type. He worshipped my body, leaving no inch untouched or unkissed, always assuring me he was connected to me—with soft kisses, caresses, and sweet playful words intermingled with fast, hard thrusts that shook my core.
I clean up my face, brush my teeth and head back to the living room, pulling on a short silk robe. Storm is still sleeping soundly on the couch, his naked body stretched out the entire length of it. Looking at this beautiful, sexy man, last night feels like a dream. How can someone like this want me?
My buzzing phone tears my attention from staring at his ass. I pick it up to see a text from Amy.
Amy: hashtag #BlizzardChick is trending on Twitter! Someone posted a hot photo of you and Storm
Oh, fuck. I run to my desk and turn on my laptop, navigating to the bands social media site. I gasp and cover my mouth. Right there is a photo of Storm pinning me against the wall, his hands on my ass, and his tongue practically down my throat.
Underneath: Storm Valentine’s newest toy - #BlizzardChick. Looks like he’s melting her snow now!
Shit, seriously?
Biting my lip, I read some of the comments.
I’m so jealous!!
This won’t last...
I’d like a piece of that ass!
She’s fat! #Fatty
I liked him better with Melody Meadows!!!!!!
Is this the chick he was in the blizzard with?
I’d do her!
Lucky bitch!!
Dayum, I wish he’d do me like that.
Publicity stunt! I’m friends with someone in the band. He’s just doing this for publicity!
All the comments make me feel nauseous on some level, but that last one makes my hair stand up.
He wouldn’t.
