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The storm's clamor fades into the background as I feel his skin rippling under my fingers. But as his final tattoo reveals itself, a fleeting hesitation washes over us, a whispered reminder of the boundaries we dare not cross.
Stephen steps back, his eyes a blend of regret and restraint. His eyes lock with mine as I stand up and close the gap between us, our breaths entangling in the electric air. His touch has my pussy dripping in anticipation. His fingertips graze my bare stomach, desire coursing through me like wildfire.
Silence settles between us, laden with unspoken words and the realization that crossing that threshold will forever alter the course of our relationship. With a heavy sigh, Stephen steps back, creating a physical distance that mirrors the emotional chasm that has suddenly emerged.
"I should . . . dry my shirt," he murmurs, his voice laced with regret.
Before he can move away, I grab his hand and gently pull him closer to me. A mischievous smile curves on my lips as I meet his gaze, my eyes brimming with a mix of anticipation and desire.
"No, Stephen," I say breathily. "It's my turn now." I leave no doubt in my voice: I want him to undress me with his hands this time, and not with his eyes like he has been doing all these weeks .For a single beat of time, he looks entirely flabbergasted.
Then his lips curl into a hungry smile, as if he's already anticipating the sight before him.” Are you sure you’re ready for me?” he whispers. I can practically feel his desire emanating from across the room as I begin to leisurely unbutton my shirt, my gaze meeting his without breaking contact.
I savor the second he goes from shock to overwhelming pleasure, as the fabric slides effortlessly off my shoulders, gathering at my feet in a heap. The frigid air dances across my bare skin, sending exquisite shivers of anticipation through every fiber of me. I stand in front of him, completely exposed yet confident in myself and my decision, my heart racing out of control inside my chest.
The atmosphere is brimming with an electric energy as his eyes hungrily devour my revealed physique, an intoxicating mix of craving and restraint burned within them like a flame. Time ceases to exist, the thunderstorm outside a mere whisper compared to the violent inferno between us.
His voice, thick with need, shatters the silence. “Chloe . . . this is sheer torture. Do you know how badly I want to fuck you?...To taste you?... To feel you unravel beneath me?”
In response, I take his hand and guide it to rest over my left breast, directly above where my heart now beats for him alone. “Yes,” I whisper breathily. “I want to hear you scream my name as you come, will you be a good girl and finally let me have all of you?” he teases.
With a single step, I close the gap between us, my fingers tracing the contours of his chest, mirroring the path of raindrops that had adorned his skin earlier. The proximity between our bodies ignites a fire within, a magnetic pull that defies reason.
The room seems to shrink further as he groans and cups my breast while his lips capture mine in a hungry kiss. Soon his hands are everywhere, cupping, kneading, pinching, and pulling at all the right points across my body.
At some point, Stephen has backed me completely unto the bed, and I briefly resurface from the lust-filled haze his hands and mouth have put me in to discover that I’m nearly naked under him: only my panties remain on my body. But I don’t get a chance to linger on this discovery because he’s kissing and nibbling along the inner part of my thighs. I can’t help but moan in pleasure.
Between kisses and bites, he slips his muscled arms under my thighs and pushes my legs apart even further so he can rest his hips between them. His cock strains against his pants as he starts rubbing against me. The feel of his him against my wet panties, the sounds of the bed creaking under us, his warm breath swirling around my nipples as he sucks on them . . . all of it threatens to send me over the edge. I put my arms around his neck and pull his head up for another kiss.
Our tongues explored each other, fervently searching for the hidden depths within. I feel Stephen slipping his fingers inside my wet panties. His gasp of delight at my soaking pussy echoed through my brain and sent jolts of pleasure to my clit. He strokes my clit with firm motions and my legs start to tremble.
I wanted him to take me; his touch had already ignited a fire deep within me that burned with rabid need. He softly grabbed me by the throat and caressed my most sensitive area as he whispered in my ear "Fuck, Chloe, you’re so wet. You're so ready for me, I can feel how much you want this." I greedily kissed him back, knowing that no words would ever be enough.
Soon, I can feel his cock throb against my thigh as his fingers explore my slick folds. I instinctively throw my head back and groan loudly as he circles my clit with two fingers. At the same time, I don’t know how, he slips another finger inside me and I can feel the walls of my pussy contract around that finger, it takes a moment to adjust to the delicious burn of him stretching me open, but I’m craving more of it. “Oh god, Chloe, I can’t wait,” he moans breathily into my ears. “I can’t wait to be inside you, darling.”
But somehow those words suddenly seem to wake me up to the reality of what we are about to do, what will undoubtedly happen if . . . I don’t stop Stephen now. It’s not that I don’t want him to thrust into me, again and again till his flesh becomes a part of mine, it’s just that . . . I must tell him why we need to stop. I must.
Yet in the same moment, I can feel Stephen’s lips caressing down my waist and hips before they go even lower, inching towards the spot between my legs.
The storm's symphony outside becomes a mere whisper as Stephen's lips meet my exposed skin, trailing a path of desire and awakening. My body tenses as a flood of sparks coil around my pulsing clit. But at the most crucial moment, I cry out, “Wait, Stephen. Stop!”
Chapter eight
Stephen
Ipauseinmymovements, my fingers still entrenched firmly in Chloe’s tight pussy—and oh god, it feels so good already— as I look at her face. Her words hang in the air, carrying a mixture of desire and uncertainty. I meet her gaze, searching for answers in the depths of her eyes.
"Chloe," I whisper, my voice a mere breath between us. "Is something wrong? Are you . . . are you not into this?”
She hesitates for a moment, a flicker of vulnerability dancing across her features. Then, with a quiet resolve, she speaks the words that resonate deep within me.
"Are you insane? I've had a crush on you for as long as I can remember," she confesses, her voice trembling with a blend of nervousness and longing. "Stephen, I find you incredibly attractive."
My heart raced as Chloe shared her inner thoughts with me. I grabbed her waist, drawing her close to my body. I felt the electricity between us, and I longed to explore every inch of her with my hands. I pressed my lips against hers and made her moan with pleasure. With each stroke of my hands, I wanted her to surrender wholly to me.
I brought her closer and devoured her. She was mine. Chloe instinctively pulled away but I had no intention of stopping there. As she trembled under my touch, her pleas for restraint only fanned the flames between us. "Stephen," she breathed, her voice quivering in anticipation and caution. "Go slow." I continued to tantalize her with a deep, embrace that left no room for doubt about who was in control of our desire. My fingertips traveled throughout her body, hitting every nerve with eager, passionate precision as I felt her wet pussy succumb to my will.
I massage her clit with excruciating slowness as i take in every inch of her face, all her features, committing to memory the exquisite beauty that she is. With each stroke,
