Page 53 of Haunted By the Storm
I close my eyes, fighting to keep control. I want to just take her, fast and hard, but I won’t. Not yet. I need to make this unforgettable.
“You’ll have me,” I promise, my voice rough as I kiss down her stomach, each inch of skin hot under my mouth. “All of me. But first…”
I settle between her thighs and hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties. She lifts her hips without a word, and I pull the lace down, slowly dragging it over her soft skin, exposing her inch by inch.
Fuck.
“Beautiful,” I breathe, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, then the other, working upward. Her legs part for me, welcoming me in like they’ve been waiting.
The first taste of her nearly undoes me. I groan against her, tongue finding her clit, slow and steady, while her breath stutters out of her. I listen to her body and learn its rhythm; how she gasps when I circle her clit just right, how her hips buck when I slide a finger inside her, then two, curling until she cries out.
Her hands clutch the sheets then tangle in my hair. Her moans get louder, breath faster, thighs trembling against my shoulders. I feel her build, tighten, the edge coming quick and hard.
“Let go, Camryn,” I murmur against her, my mouth never stopping. “Come for me.”
She does. Her whole body arches, a raw cry spilling from her lips, my name tangled in the sound. She clenches around my fingers, thighs squeezing, every muscle tensing as she rides the wave, shaking and gorgeous and utterly undone.
I kiss my way back up her body, her skin hot and slick with sweat. She grabs me and kisses me hard, tasting herself on my lips like she doesn’t care, like it turns her on more. Her fingers are already at my jeans, popping the button and dragging the zipper down.
I help her get them off, boxers too, my cock springing free. She stares, eyes widening a little. Yeah, I know what she’s seeing, but there’s only want on her face.
“Condom?” she asks.
“Top drawer,” I grunt.
She reaches over, finds it, and rips the foil open with her teeth. Jesus. She rolls it on with slow, curious hands that test me and stroke me, making my hips jerk.
I slide between her legs and line myself up, feeling her heat against the head of my cock. I pause, breath caught.
“You sure?” I ask. I need to hear her say it.
She looks up at me, eyes locked on mine. “I’m sure. I want this. I want you.”
I push in slow, careful, watching her face as she stretches around me, inch by inch. Her mouth falls open but she doesn’t look away. Neither do I.
When I’m all the way in, we both breathe like we’ve been underwater.
“You okay?” I whisper, brushing hair from her cheek.
She nods, biting her lip, a smile starting to form. “More than okay. Move, Storm. Please.”
So I do.
I pull back and thrust in again, deep and steady. Her legs wrap around me, ankles locking at my back, changing the angle. I groan into her neck and feel her arms tighten around me.
“Fuck, Camryn,” I pant. “You feel so fucking good.”
Her hips meet mine, finding rhythm, building heat. Her nails rake down my back, spurring me on. I pick up speed and drive into her harder, deeper. She moans louder, more urgent.
Every sound she makes stokes the fire in me. She’s soaked, tight, pulsing around me, and I know she’s close again. I shift and slide a hand between us, thumb circling her clit.
Her breath breaks. She clamps down around me.
“Yes. Yes, don’t stop, please?—”
And then she falls apart, shattering with a cry, head thrown back, body tensing, spasming around my cock. I thrust through it, losing myself as she clenches around me, until my own release hits like lightning; hot, fast, brutal.
I groan, burying my face in her neck, hips jerking as the orgasm rips through me.
