Page 79 of Awaiting the Storm
“So good,” I moan.
Desire ripples down my spine as I watch him devour me. His tongue laps at my entrance before gliding up to flick at the tight bundle of nerves.
I moan his name, and the moment he nips at my clit with his teeth, I levitate off the couch.
Every nerve ending in my body ignites, and pleasure twists and knots inside of me as he inserts a finger and starts to curl it in and out.
He takes his time using his lips, tongue, and hands to drive me into a frenzy.
I sink my fingers into his scalp to keep him where I want him as I raise my hips to meet his tongue until I am shaking and writhing beneath him.
He brings his eyes to mine and holds my stare as he adds a finger, and I gasp his name as the orgasm rockets through me, flooding his mouth and sending a surge of electricity shooting up my spine.
As I lie there, catching my breath and trying to recover from the moment of ecstasy, he pushes himself up off the couch and offers me his hand.
My eyes take him in, standing before me. Broad shoulders. Wide, muscular chest. Chiseled abs and powerful thighs. The man looks good in clothes, but damn if he doesn’t look even better out of them.
I take his hand and follow him to the bedroom.
I fall onto the bed, and he crawls up my body. His slick, bare skin against mine. Without taking his weight from me, he reaches out and opens the nightstand drawer. He grabs a foil packet and opens it with his teeth. He bears up, but before he can slide the latex over his length, I lean over and lick the dollop of clear liquid from the tip. His eyes flare as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock before sucking him in deep.
“Matty,” he moans as he hits the back of my throat. “Baby, wait.”
He cups my face, and I let him fall from my lips as I look up at him.
He bites his bottom lip before he rasps, “I’m not gonna last if you keep that up, and I need to be inside you.”
His hand drops, and I fall back onto the pillow as he pulls the condom from the open packet and covers himself. With one swift thrust of his hips, he fills me.
“Oh my God, yes,” I manage to gasp out.
He clasps one of my legs and feeds it over his hip so he can move deeper, faster, and my head rears back, striking the headboard as I fist the sheet at my sides.
He bends his head so he can kiss my exposed neck, and the feel of his gentle kiss in contrast to his pounding rhythm drives me wild.
His breath starts coming in short, hard pants as my leg locks tightly around his waist.
“You feel so damn good, Matty,” he grunts as my muscles tighten around him.
He grasps my hip as he pumps harder and faster.
I release the sheet and run my hands over his hips, grazing his skin with my fingernails before digging them into the curves of his ass and holding on.
He starts making those husky, guttural noises that let me know he is close to the edge.
I’m close again myself and desperate for release when he slips one hand between us, striking me in just the right place. My body begins to convulse as I hoarsely scream, “Yes, Case!”
He loses his grip on control and hammers into me as he slams his mouth to mine, his climax spilling inside me.
We lie here in silence, too spent to talk, our arms and legs entwined, skin slick with sweat as we slowly drift back to earth. Me beneath him, taking his weight as I stroke my hands up and down his back.
“Case,” I finally whisper.
“Yeah?”
“Was there any chicken left?” I ask.
He brings his head up and looks at me. “What?”
