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“Sebastian!” she yells. And a smile tugs at the corner of my mouth.
“That’s right, Angel.” I keep thrusting in harder and harder with every motion. I start to feel the tingle at the base of my spine, and I know I won’t last much longer. I start rubbing her clit in rough circles, causing her to jolt in my arms.
“I can’t. Not again,” she whines into my chest.
“You will.” I smack the other ass cheek and that fire returns to her eyes. So, that’s what my girl needed. She needed an awakening. I take her nipple in my finger and pinch and pull until she is writhing on my dickagain. This time when she comes, I do too.
“Fuuuck,” I yell, as jet after jet of my come dumps into Stormy’s tight little pussy. I begin to slow my strokes, as she starts to go limp in my arms from exhaustion. Our juices slide down my balls and into the drain below us. I begrudgingly pull out of her and set her on her feet. Holding her up until she gets her balance, I lean down and take her mouth. It’s raw, intense, and sweet.How can a kiss be sweet?But that’s how it feels with her in my arms.
She breaks away from me first. “That was intense.” I kiss her soft lips again.
“Let’s shower so we can get out of here.” I don’t want to admit how intense that was for me as well. It’s the best sex I’ve ever had, and it wasn’t even the kinky fuckery that I’m normally into. I don’t have the guts to investigate that further. I grab the shampoo bottle squeezing some into the palm of my hand. “Turn around.” I command. I spread the shampoo through her long hair and massage her scalp. I tell myself I am helping her because her hand is injured, but that’s not the whole truth. I find that I want to do this simple thing for her.What the hell is wrong with me?No one takes care of her. I know her independence is important to her, but I can also tell she’s never been properly cared for.
“You don’t have to wash my hair, you know?” She peaks over her shoulder at me, but I concentrate on the task at hand. I pull the shower head off and begin rinsing her hair, making sure to get all the shampoo out. I repeat the process with her conditioner while she washes her body. I wanted to do that too, but the water is already starting to get cool. Once we are both rinsed,Stormy turns the water off. She goes to open the door, but I pull her back for a moment. I don’t want this to be over yet. I don’t want the spell to be broken when that door opens. I pull her into my arms and kiss her feverishly. She returns it with the same ferocity. She pulls back with a smile on her face, and I find that I want to be the reason for all her smiles.
“Can I get the towels, now?” she queries. I release her from my grasp and nod. Not trusting my words right now. “Good, I’m getting cold,” she says as she turns to open the door.
Once we are dried off, I tie the towel around my waist. Stormy wraps hers around her body, but I wish she was still naked before me.
“Do you want me to put your clothes in the dryer?” She asks.
“Let me.” I gather my drenched clothes from the floor and follow her out of the bathroom. I throw my clothes into the machine and start it up. “We need to get back in there to fix your hand,” I point out. The bleeding has slowed.Thank fuck.I would have felt like a bastard if she was bleeding the entire time we were in the shower.
“Oh yeah. Okay.” She walks back to the bathroom. I head to the door where I dropped the bags from the pharmacy and meet her back in the bathroom.
She looks down at her hand. “Fuck. This looks bad.”
“Get up on the counter. We need to stop the bleeding.” I help her up and grab the bags, dumping all the contents on the counter with her. I wash my hands first before I touch her hand.
“I’m going to wash this.” I take her injured hand and run it under the water. She cringes and looks away.She must not like the sight of blood. “Do you have a wash cloth?”
“Yeah, in that drawer,” she gestures to the one to my left. I open it and grab one. I turn off the water and pat dry her hand then place the cloth in her palm.
“Squeeze this until I tell you to open your hand.” I instruct. I look through the things on the counter and I find the butterfly closures. Opening the package, I take out a few of the temporary closures. “Okay, open up.”
“Where did you learn to do all this?” she inquires.
“I actually took a few medical classes in college. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. I knew I was expected to work in the family business, but I didn’t always want to. I wanted to help people.” I look at her beautiful yellow eyes and get lost in what I was doing for a moment. I clear my throat and look back to her hand, applying the small bandages over the cut to make the skin come back together. This is the next best thing besides more sutures or even super glue. She wiggles a bit on the counter and her face contorts into a pained expression. “Am I hurting you?”
“It’s okay. It needs to be done. Tell me more.” I think my talking takes her mind off of the pain and if that’s the case I will talk all night if it makes her feel better. I have this desire to protect her and to take her pain away. Not that I don’t think she can do that on her own, but I feel like she has been carrying too much and I want to lift it for her.
“So, I took these medical classes and one of them was wound care. That’s why I took you to the pharmacy. I didn’t think you would have everything that was needed,” I admit.
“You didn’t have to do all that.” I look back up ather and see the vulnerability that she hides.
“I wanted to. Is that okay?” I keep my eyes on her until she answers me.
“It is,” she replies. “Thank you. It means a lot.”
I turn my gaze back to her hand and finish wrapping it up to immobilize it. The more she moves it, the easier it will be to open those sutures back open and then it will be a battle of never healing.
“I’m glad that I could help.” I don’t mean with just her hand, and I think she understands my meaning.
“Downstairs I was going into a panic attack, and you were able to pull me out of it. No one has been able to step in like that and bring me back. I feel a little embarrassed that my boss saw that side of me,” she mutters the last part to herself and looks down.
“Stormy, look at me.” I pull her chin up until her eyes are on me. “I told you, I’m not your boss right now.” I run my thumb over her plump bottom lip and lean in closer, placing my other hand on her waist. She takes a deep breath, but her eyes never stray from mine. I crash my lips down on hers. She’s so soft and sweet. I can still taste her strawberry ChapStick, and I want to lick it all off. A soft moan escapes her parted lips allowing me access to the rest of her mouth. My tongue tangles with hers and her pure sweetness invades my mouth. I pull her body to the edge of the counter and her legs part to let me through. She wraps he legs around my waist, pulling our bodies together.
Stormy pulls back a bit and whispers, “I think I need to get dressed.”
