Page 19 of Thunder

A feeling that was foreign to him invaded his senses. Starting at her lower lip, he dragged his index finger unhurriedly south. From the hollow of her throat through the valley between her breasts. When he reached her navel, she shivered almost violently.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He spoke to himself as his eyes drank her in. His gaze following the path his finger took. Stopping just a whisper away from her clit, he watched as she thrust up. Searching for his touch where she needed it. He chuckled. Removing his hand immediately, he grabbed her breast roughly.

Her scream that escaped around the gag was heavenly. It was a pleasure fueled sound, not a pain fed one. He had so much planned for them. Sadly, he wasn’t going to indulge this time. Hell, he didn’t know if he could last to indulge with the woman lying on his bed. Even though he wanted to prolong their mutual pleasure, to allow her extra time to let go, let her lay down her control and just be, he simply couldn’t. However, it wasn’t about quantity but quality.

Leaning in, Thunder sucked one erect nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, while thrusting one finger in her wet heat. He ended them both abruptly, stood, and reached for the drawer. Taking the foil packet, he strode to the foot of the bed. His free hand stroked his aching cock a few times. The squeeze did nothing to dull the sensations.

Rolling the condom on, he studied her lying there. Waiting for him to make his next move. Anticipation causing her heart to kick up a beat. He could see her chest rising and falling with the excitement of the unknown coupled with the known.

For the first time since he discovered other. . .elements to sex, he hesitated. The reason gave him pause. He raked her body with his gaze and stopped at her face. Her whiskey eyes were covered. Her plump lips were spread around the black silk.The helmet, fuck me, the helmet.And that was the rub.

The helmet spoke volumes. There were so many fucking degrees to the fact that she laid there in his helmet. Thunder was not ready to open that part of his life to anyone, but the helmet said differently. So did the thoughts in his head.Another time, Thunder. This is about her.

Kneeling on the bed, he started at her ankles; he leaned forward and lightly dragged his hair along her skin. By the time he got to her knees, she was quaking. At her pussy, he paused. Not touching her with anything but his hair and his breath.

Continuing that same torturous path, he dragged his locks across one straining breast, then down and back up her arm. He crossed her chest and did the same to the other side.

When he reached her neck, he kissed, sucked, and nipped at her pulse point. That was the only time he allowed skin to skin. He wanted her to experience different touches.

His return path was just as slow and stopped at the same waypoint. Blowing gently on her clit but denying himself and her anything more until she begged.

“Blee, ick, blee! I’m doe glow.” Damn, she was so fucking beautiful. He’d barely touched her and she was already teetering on the edge.

There it is.

Fuck, he was right there with her.He thrust his tongue deep, and damn, was she close.

“Fuck, sweetheart, when you let go, you really let go. Not that I’m surprised.” Before he finished the sentence, he had her hands caught in one of his, one knee over his left shoulder, and his cock buried to the hilt in Eden.

He wasn’t proud of the fact that it took all of ten strokes for his balls to draw up tight and shoot his load, but he was proud that she went in three.

Thunder’s dick was still pulsing to the beat of her body when she finally touched him. An ass grab wasn’t what he expected, but he understood. She needed closer, deeper. Not to draw out her orgasm that was waning, or to ride out or intensify the aftershocks, no. It was for the connection.

Exactly why he’d held back from doing this with a club girl.

This brings people close, closer than I’m ready for right now.Shit, he was convinced he’d never be ready again, but there they were. Something inside him opened to the possibility that he just might be willing to go there with her.

Andrea seemed so upfront with her wants and needs as she understood them, and she was sexy as fuck. Without overthinking it—because he would talk himself out of it—he decided to be open to the possibility. Not just be an inactive bystander either. He was going to start something with her.

Something real. Something solid. Something that could be a few months or maybe forever.

He freed her hands and dropped his face to her neck, but the helmet allowed no room. Leaning up just enough to remove the helmet, he placed it on the bed next to them. He gently untied the gag and tossed it somewhere. Same with the mask.

Andrea blinked her eyes repeatedly to clear her vision. When she focused on him, she gifted him a smile. A different one than she’d shared previously. This one was not only happy but content. Maybe she was ready for something, too.

10

ANDREA

When Nick removed the blindfold, it was like seeing him for the first time. Or with renewed vision, something like that. She was different somehow and so was he. They were different.

She snuggled in closer. It wasn’t enough. It was as if she couldn’t get close enough. If Nick’s constantly contracting hold on her were any sign, he felt the same way.

As the girl in the scenario, her inner voice was trying to convince her she was overreacting. Putting more stock into sex than her male counterpart. But Andy was sure that wasn’t the case. Hell, she didn’t even feel this way after she lost her virginity or any time since. Even her long-term relationships never elicited that sort of response from her and some had been pretty damn good in the sack.

Plus, Andy never, never got attached after sex. She was usually shuffling the men out of the bed they shared at warp speed or sneaking out herself. If she had a dime for every time she’d said, ‘it’s not you, it’s me,’ she’d be richer than shit.

This was different, Nick was different.

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